Easy to skip class, sigh attendance online. I thought of jumping HIST 101 to avoid Chloe.
Always thinking of her. So much that I had to rub one out with the thought of her_ broke my own rule to never do it again. I had no choice.
HIST 101, sat close to the lecturer, waited until nobody was left then walked out like I had won.
Went to freshman's party, I tried drinking _didn't like me, I had to throw up. Shifted focus to funding girls to hit on.
On the dancefloor I started nice and slow.
Here you could get every kind of dances. Salsa, the famous robot, grinding, jumping...
Did my best, could feel my body moving. How I liked to dance in the house, it's been ages since I did that. Tonight I was making college dance debut.
A girl approached me and started showing off her killer moves. I was shy, did nothing to prove I was better.
She was persistent, kept provoking me.
She came from behind then started dancing hand on my shoulder. I faced her.
I observed.
She had a bandana holding tight her short hair. I think it was black or any of it's shades, hard to see through neon lights. I thought, who are you stranger? Another broken heart needing my services? We'll see.
Eyes, they were all dark.
Could see her slim face clear as day as she brought it to mine and then back again. What a teaser, I think.
Her breath, liquor, no judgement. Not today. The smell wasn't that great, but I liked her.
Wore tiny red top and mini skirt. Got lost on her thighs, the tiny waist and chest. I liked how tiny her chest was.
As we danced, she breached the distance between our bodies. With no time her face and mine were centimeters apart. Her breath stronger than ever.
I thought, what is her deal. Does she want to scare me off the dancefloor. I wonder if she will be okay with me putting my hands around her waist. I mean, I want to.
She doesn't mind, I like it. Oh! What is she doing, taking something _fuck! It is a pill_ I should run. Oh! She's holding my neck tight, she has split it into two.
She wants to give me a kiss, I have to take it_these things aren't cheap.
What the...she pushed the pill inside my mouth. It's bitter, I should spit it. I hate drugs, I don't want to get high, not today_not like this.
But, the sweet girl. I feel blood rushing, I think she is making me feel this good. I'll keep it.
She pulled her lips from mine and whispered, "don't be a bitch about it, it's not that strong"
I was stunned by the vulgar word she used, unwillingly swallowing the pill. I didn't try taking it out, her lips were all over mine.
In no time I was her puppet, I just let her ride me. She came in front of me , I let her gride against my crotch. I could feel her hard behind and sure she felt my hardness.
She was too vigorous, a minute she was facing me, the next she had her back against me and guiding my hands on her waist. Sassy, I think.
She pulled away from me, danced alone facing me. I exchanged my best moves with hers_ no winners or losers. Could feel every inch of my body. What a euphoric feeling.
Was in control of my body. At times I was floating, the next I was swimming or flying. Drugs are great, I thought.
We were centre of attention, they all admired us. I admired us too. At the moment I was Mr. Confident. Holding her waist like she was mine.
My body hates everything, drugs too. I felt like puking. Bolted out of the room. She followed me out to the bathroom.
"You don't do drugs?"The girl asked as if I was insane not to. I shook my head as I rinsed my mouth by the sink. Felt really bad.
"Innocent. I should get you out of here. Where do you live anyway?"
She's good, I think.
She got me out, to the sidewalks, to the Cafeteria, to the stairs, to the room, to bed.
She gave me the milk she had bought. In her arms I slept soundly.
Woke up hungry. My insides were growling, I thought I did eat last night. My feet felt week, like I had been beaten. And that migraine, it wanted to split my head.
I'm never getting high again, I thought.
The girl, she wasn't in the bed.
Reached for my phone. Looking at the time, I had missed a class. Saw a note CALL ME with her contact. Had to get painkillers, brunch and deal with hungover.
I called her. She mocked my drunk self, how I was walking and talking. We did talk for minutes about nothings. Secured a invite to her hostel.
I had made it, finally I was going to be a sexual being as I had always wanted. Kissed the CDs in my wallet a smirk on my face. I cleaned up for my first time.
Inside her hostel.
Imagined being asked to sit, getting a beverage and talking nothings once more. But, she jumped on me towel around her bust . I panicked, kept brave face and kissed her back. This is better, I think.
Dragged me to the couch while undoing my shirt. I held her waist while kissing as we sunk on the couch. I let loose the towel she had on revealing bra and panties.
Her lips tasted like strawberries. I tilted her to corner with lips locked. Threw my shirt on the floor as I unhooked her bra. I laid hands on her bare chest and could feel tiny bumps holding tiniest nipples I had ever seen.
On my palm, her bare chest felt nice. I squeezed boob after another while we kissed. Her hands were busy undoing my pants.
She grabbed my hand and guiding me to her bed. Picked the CD, left trousers and boxer on the floor.
We started at the middle of the bed. I laid her down while kissing. Had hands on her chest, now warmer than before.
Felt tiny nipples on my fingers, now hard. Stretched my fingers to hold the two boobs on one hand. She grabbed my dick without warning making me gasp. She started moving her hand back and forth and with each movement I held to her chest tighter.
She whispered, "go easy. Those aren't bedbugs". I caressed her tiny chest softer and it was working. She let out moans making me harder.
One wants them to be pinched like bugs, the other wants them handled delicately. What a mysterious creation.
I laid her back. On top of her, my hand wandered down her belly, pelvic area then on top of her flower patterned panties. I felt her lips in my fingers and I couldn't wait anymore. She was moaning for me to continue.
I grabbed the CD and struggled to rip it open. She traced my hand taking it from me. In seconds she had it on her hands and fixed it on my erection. Questioned how she perfected the art but was too high to ask.
Panties to the side. I guided my dick inside her. Once in line, I let go and lowered my face to kiss her while pushing inside. I never felt that good in my life.
She was wet, easy to slide in and out and as I did she helped me with her hips. My dick got stronger from the ecstasy, her moans made me believe it was the same for her.
I thrusted in. She let go and grabbed the sheets as I increased the pase. I felt like I was floating and the urge to climax lurked around me.
I couldn't hold it anymore. As she moaned I drained my pipes collapsing on top of her. I lost myself for seconds, which felt like hours. I felt her tapping my shoulder to get my weight off her.
I collapsed next to her. Looked at her and saw lust mixed with frustration. Oh! Fuck! I didn't get her there. Maybe I can do my specialty.
"Can I make it up to you?"
She sighed, " Liz, don't beat yourself up. Next time"
There's a next time? Damn, I'm lucky. I wanted to have more of this, to learn how to do it and do like a pro. And, it was over the top. This shit is addictive.
We cleaned up, talked for hours, then she walked me home. I liked her company, she was amused by everything I said.
Like she had never heard before that China is the most populated country_ more than African continent, that Buddhism has no supreme being, that Bollywood is bigger than Hollywood.
She giggled, I liked it. Made me say more.
Talked tech, feminism, politics and school. That's when I realized she was majoring in Education
She kissed me goodbye as we separated. Only to text me three minutes later that she was missing me already. How I liked that.
We saw each other more, between classes, in cafeteria, walked around the campus, introduced me to her roommate, met Ben and for a moment there I had forgotten about Chloe. I made it my purpose to avoid her during the only lecture we had.
The sex, it was great. We did it on her couch, in her bed, in the shower, on the floor, looking by the window. She taught me positions I never knew existed in real life. Learnt to make her climax and also control mine.
I hit it each day every day. Sometimes twice. That's when I discovered how toxic our relationship had turned. She occupied all my space.
Classes became my only escape But even there she didn't leave me be, grabbing my attention with pics of her boobs. A real distraction.
She didn't drink anymore, always hanging out with me sipping coca cola and coffee-yoghurt. Until I realized I had become her addiction. Was my time to start disappearing and eventually let her down slowly.
I am too young for anybody to 'boyfriend' me. I have to end it before she asks to meet my family.
Didn't go well. She cried, made a scene in my hostel, stalked me and threw things at me.
Liz's clingy, came around the next day with excuses and conspiracy theories. She said we were meant to be.
She's shameless, might drag my name down with hers. I needed a way to get her off my tail. Fast.