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Then she kissed me. I ate her lips as if I was hungry, as if i hadn't eaten for days. I was hungry, hungry for sex. Every sexual feeling that had been dormant in me suddenly awoke and started manifesting. As we kissed, she was caressing my body. My hands strayed to her bum and started kneading and fumbling. I used my two hands to shift her skirt up. Then my right hand started rubbing her laps. Her hands were roaming all over my body, even as we kissed. I broke this kiss for a moment to remove my singlet and her top. The sight of her topless chest sent sexual shivers down my spine. I found myself staring at two huge, round, ripe oranges with taut nipple's pointing at me invitingly. The boobs were big, I didn't hesitate to set my mouth on those unmentionables. I sucked, licked,bit, flicked, rubbed, caressed, fondled, and juggled those t--s, there was nothing I didn't do to them. Then, while still busy with my mouth, my hands strayed under her skirt, up her thighs. I slipped my right hand through her p@nties and felt her naked bum.

At this time she was m0an!ng, making low, soft sounds of pleasure. She started rolling her bum on my laps so as to stimulate my stiff instrument. After fondling her bum for a while, I slipped a finger inside her and rubbed gently on it, then roll it in between two fingers, then deeped the finger inside. The interior was soft, warm and wet. She moaned loudly, obviously enjoying what I was doing to her.

Before I knew it, she pulled off my trousers, knelt down before me and had my dick in her hands. She started stroking the ramrod stiff instrument.

Then she plunged it into her mouth, nearly taking me in completely. Oh my God, the feeling was s£nsat!onal. This was my first blowjob and I had no idea how sweet it was until I felt my equipment being licked and sucked by this vixen. It was as if all the pleasures in this world had concentrated on my dick as she sucked and rolled her tongue on the cap. I must confess she is really good.

"Please I want you inside me now." she pleaded as she was sexually high. I deftly removed her p@nt and hitched up her skirt. I moved closer, preparing to plunge my dick. My eyes caught the window and I saw looking at me.

."Frank!" I screamed as I saw him. He must have been watching us for quite some time because there was a satisfied grin on his face.

As I moved closer, I saw him look at something outside and then the grin on his face faded and he looked grim. He spoke before I could pull the curtain and I could only make out one word that struck terror into my heart.

"Tracy!" I looked at Tracy's face from the window and all the passion in my body dissolved instantly.

"What's happening?" Bella asked.

"Tracy is coming!" I Said as we hurriedly struggled into our clothes. She wore her top and I wore my boxers and my trousers just as we heard approaching footsteps. I hear Tracy's voice as she exchanged greetings with Frank outside.

She rushed under the bed. I quickly smoothed the bed and went to open the door. I found a pensive Tracy by the door. Both Tracy and Frank entered.

"What were you doing in the room that you locked the door?" She asked.

"I was playing rough with Frank." I said.

I quickly signed to Frank, who nodded when Tracy gave him a questioning look. She went to my bed and sat down.

"So why did you come back so early?" I asked trying to divert her attention from the suspicion as she was already looking around the room with a questioning look.

"I didn't see my uncle that I was supposed to spend the weekend with so I had to return early. But...., Why the bed so rough"? She asked.

"it was when I was playing rough with Frank". I replied.

She looked at Frank and he nodded again.

"I had been calling you to tell you I am around and you have not been picking". She said looking at me.

I checked my phone and saw 15 missed calls on my phone. She seemed calm now but there was still a curious look in her eyes. I knew she must have been wondering why something just doesn't seem right. Then something really bad happenedShe spotted her friend p@nt on the floor and picked it up.

"Whose p@nt is this?" She asked as she spotted Bella's underwear on the floor beside the bed.

I stammered initially, then I said it belonged to one of Frank's girls. She examined the underwear closely and said she knows it belongs to her room mate, Bella.

"Tell me what Bella's pant is doing in your room." She yelled at me.

As we were arguing, Bella came out from under the bed. I couldn't even look at Tracy's face. I felt so ashamed of myself. Bella didn't really care. I saw Tracy's face screwed up and I knew she wanted to cry. She dashed out of the room. Bella did not even talk to me as she left silently.

I was surprised that she seemed not to feel guilty at what she had done. Frank followed her. Then I was left alone in my misery.

I soon moved on with my life. I defended my ND project and graduated from the college. I was 19 years old and still a virgin and the prospects of getting disvirgined soon was looking dim. Then my parents compounded matters by sending me to a private University with the strictest, harshest set of rules. The moment I saw the school handbook, I knew I was in for a tough time. Sex in any form is prohibited and the penalty is one session suspension. Kissing and smooching is prohibited with one semester suspension.

Blue films are abomination in the school and they get people expelled for being in possession. Students are mandated to dress in a particular way, guys and girls have interactive time with each other that must not be violated, even secular music is prohibited. Students are not allowed to go out without permission.

I braced myself for four years of hell. In my first year, I followed the rules strictly. I avoided all the girls and kept strictly to my studies. But it was not easy; there were just too many fine girls. You should understand how I suffered, seeing pretty, sexy girls with invitation of sex written plainly on their faces, tantalizing you with their smiles and yet you can't dare touch them. It's like looking at honey in a tightly sealed, unbreakable glass. You can't taste it. You can only stare at it.

That was the situation in my first year. I was a fresher and I had a fresher's view of the school. In my second year, I started having a clearer view of the school. I grew smarter. If you know the rules well and know your way around, then you can always bend the rule to your favour. You can arrange with your girl, get a hotel in town and go on a whole weekend of sex spree.

In my second year, I met J-man. His real name is Johnson. He was my roommate, a real bad boy. He introduced me to all the ways of circumventing the law. I started leaving out time for some adventure though I still remain my good, innocent self.

One day, I walked in before the commencement of the lecture and sat down at my usual place. Suddenly I heard a feminine (girl) voice from behind me. "Don't sit there, that's my seat!" I stood up immediately ready to challenge who it was. I found myself looking into a pair of crystal clear eyes set inside a pretty, fair, angelic face. All the anger I had felt at the intruder vanished instantly. For a while, I couldn't say anything. I swung my gaze quickly from her face down her body. She had straight, smooth legs typical of runway models. My gaze swung back to her face. But she was not frowning, she was actually smiling and it was an innocent, yet mischievous smile.

Then I told her gently that it was my seat since I always sit there. She smiled and said that I had two options. It's either I leave the seat or we share the seat. I knew the second option was not feasible. It would not be allowed by the lecturer so I left the seat for her and got another seat. But throughout the lecture I kept thinking about her. At a time during the lecture I looked at her and her eyes meeting mine. After the lecture, I was leaving the class when I heard the girl beside me. "Why do you like staying alone without talking to anybody?"

"To avoid trouble." I replied.

"My name is Rachel". She said.

"Am Mike" I replied and we started chatting.

"I have always seen you in that corner and was curious about you. That's why I decided to look for your trouble." She said.

This was to be the beginning of my second relationship. I can say this is one of my best relationships ever. Rachel had a very cheerful, intellectual, generous personality. There was never a dull moment with her.

At first we didn't talk about sex because of the kind of environment we were. I was in love and I was happy, I had the best girl in the world in my life. Then one day while we were walking back from the school cafeteria, I asked her what she thought about sex and she said she was a virgin but she doesn't mind trying it out with me since I was the right guy for her. She only needs it to be at the right place in the right time.

We could barely be around each other without getting horny. This girl nearly got me into trouble several times. There was a time in the chapel when the service was getting boring and we decided to stroll around. When we got under the stairs, she whispered into my ears that she was horny. I had to kiss her instantly and we continued kissing for a while.

Then I felt her hand stray to my trousers, caressing my stiff c-ck through the fabric. My hands were already on her boobs when we heard fast footsteps approaching us. We quickly broke up and dispersed. It was a security man; if we had been caught it would have been a semester suspension. I was looking forward to booking a hotel so we can do there and sex to satisfaction.

When I approached my roommate Johnson for advice, he said "The love you had for her might vanish if you have sex with her and you would start seeing her as a sex object".

"What kind of advice is this, so I won't have sex with her? I should't have sex with someone I Love? I... I..... I... Should die a virgin? " I murmured.

I explained to her and she understood. She said she would wait but not for too long. During the long break, she took me to see her parents. Her father was a popular business man, he was stingingly rich but not close to my dad.

Her mom was a sweet, gentle looking woman. The resemblance between mother and daughter was too much. She had a slim body like her daughter and they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. I wondered if I actually see her outside on a normal day, I could toast her not knowing she is married for 25 years with 5 children.

In Christmas season I went to Rachel's house again and attended their Christmas party. I was introduced to her siblings. However, cindy who was Rachel's immediate younger sister seemed not to like me and she tried to diss me at every opportunity.

The party was exquisite and explosive. Plenty of food and booze as we partied till dark. She was with me throughout and in the evening she kept whispering into my ears "Tonight, am getting disflowered by you.