In the evening Tasha texted me. She told me to meet her in her room. Tasha was no longer staying in the hostels. She had moved out about two weeks ago, and now she was staying outside campus. I didn't know why she asked me to go to her house. She always visited me every time she needed me. I had been into her house only once, and we didn't even stay for long. Anyway, it didn't matter to me. Whatever the queen wanted, I was obliged to fulfill. Her wish was always my command. So after the evening class, I didn't bother going to my house. I went straight to Tasha's house.
"You came early!" Tasha said ushering me inside. She was wearing a white see through dress that reached to the levels of her upper thighs. The dress was so transparent that it failed to hide the red lingerie she was wearing inside. Her two peaches also protruded. She was not wearing a bra, and I found it hard to stop staring at her hard nipples which were visible through the dress. Her thighs were alluring. Her soft silk hair was loose and was hanging on her shoulders. The whole sight of her turned me on. There was no point of resisting the urge. Tasha was already mine. And from the way she was dressed, it was obvious she was prepared for it.
As soon as she finished locking the door from inside, I grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall before capturing her lips. The kiss was sensational and intense which sent an ocean of dopamine to flood my brain. I was intoxicated. My heart was already racing, and my body began to demand a lot more than a kiss. My lips moved down to her neck, and Tasha let out a soft moan which was like pouring gasoline to the already blazing flames. My hands went to her thighs and started caressing her slowly. Then my hands started ascending towards the treasure room, but this time Tasha grabbed my hand.
"Nick…no…not now."
"Babe what's wrong?" I was puzzled because I could see she was aroused, and was trying so hard to control herself.
"Nothing…Uhm you must be hungry. Why don't you make yourself comfortable while I make something for you?" I could feel that Tasha was hiding something from me but I relented.
Tasha's room was nothing like mine. It was a bedsitter, but from the inside it looked a bit luxurious. There were two sofas just after the door with four white pillows adorned with pink flowers. A fluffy brown carpet covered the white tiles up to where the five by six bed stood. the bed was separated from the rest of the room by a large curtain which at this time was folded. A small wooden table stood beside the bed and a shoe rack which was almost full of shoes. For a moment I wondered if Tasha came from a family which was financially well off, but then I remembered she told me her family wasn't that rich. She had moved out of the hostels a few week ago, but looking at the things she was possessing she didn't seem like a fresh year at all. Unless maybe her parents were rich, of which they were not.
The wall was milky white, and was adorned with pictures of several famous figures including musicians and models. But one picture in particular caught my eyes. It was a picture of two people on a white horse. A man who seemed to be in his forties. He had a slightly protruding belly and a moustache which almost sealed his mouth. He was wearing a cowboy hat and behind him a girl was tightly holding him by the waist. The girl was Tasha!
"Babe is that your dad…?" I asked Tasha who was busy with cooking.
"Who? Uhm … no. He is my uncle but he died."
"I'm really sorry babe, I didn't know that…"
"No, it's okay. He was kicked by that same horse you're seeing in that picture and broke four of his ribs."
"Sorry for the loss babe. And for reminding you." I said before throwing myself on her bed.