chapter one
I robbed my c**t furiously but it seems as if I can't get enough. I bit her lips as I brought my hand to my left breast the other hand still on my c**t, grabbing and squeezing my soft medium sized mounds, then I moved my hand to my n*****s and rubbed it in circular motion for several seconds before i moved my hand to the tip of my n****e and squeezed it and also squeezed my c**t at the same time.
Within a few seconds immeasurable pleasure busted through my body. I felt the sweet sensation travel from my spine down my waist and spread from my v****a down to my toes causing my legs to spasm involuntarily and my toes to curl up.
I shrieked from the intense pleasure not minding whether my cry of pleasure escaped the thin walls of my room and assaulted the ears of my neighbors.
I have climaxed but my body is still begging for more, this is the third time I had beat myself to orgasm this morning.
I stood up from the bed, still rubbing my p***y and moaning softly, sweat trickling down my body. I located my phone where I had knocked it down in one of my orgasmic frenzies. I picked it up and checked the time.
“ Oh s**t ” it is already 10:30am. I am late for an important class meeting which is to start by ten o'clock.
I ran into the bathroom naked and took a cold shower to cool off my throbbing desires.
I dressed up hurriedly in an oversized grey coloured sweater and pants, stuffed my books inside my black tote bag and made for my faculty building.
As I approached the class, I could already hear the voice of professor Agatha, one of the meanest and strictest professors in my department. Her voice was loud and her words were incoherent to me until I was in front of the class door.
I knew I was not going to be allowed to go into the class, prof Agatha has a no nonsense attitude towards late coming.
Professor Agatha rambled on for some minutes before she noticed the culprit outside the class
“ You again Abby, come inside here”, i moved slowly inside the class self conscious, i hated being the centre of attention in anything. In my oversized clothes I looked like a scared mouse in the presence of a big prey.
I already had some not so pleasant experiences with professor Agatha before and I don't want such to repeat itself again.
Professor Agatha is a tall woman in her 40s with a stoic face and intimidating features which she uses to her advantage.
Right now in front of the whole class, she scrutinized me like an irritating object through her glasses.
“ Why are you late to this class my friend”, Prof Agatha uses “my friend “ in a sarcastic tone.
“ I went to my doctor's appointment to complete my round of injection this morning”, I lied, I already came up with this lie from my room.
“ What a sickly bird you are, what exactly is wrong with you “, prof Agatha doesn't look like she believed me.
“ I having a serious case of cold and fever”,
“ Oh well, I don't know you know need shoots of injection for ordinary case of cold and fever “,
“ It's not ordinary ma'am, it is caused by a mild bacteria infection and I have to take antibiotics shoots for it”,
“ Well hope you are not going to infect us all in this class “,
“ No ma'am, it is not a communicable disease “,
You have been going around, getting into all sorts of trouble without caution, playing all kinds of tricks and now you have contacted a disease to show for it,” she paused for a little while “ now you come into my class looking like a sick mouse and looking at me pitifully, stand in front of the class till the end of my lecture”, with this she turned around and continued her lectures.
I stood there with indignation, when I looked up, the whole class seemed to be staring at me so I focused my attention on a graphic picture of the internal anatomy of the female reproductive system in the right wall of the lecture hall.
Madam Agatha lectures went on for like thirty minutes before coming to an end, towards the end of the class she announced
“ as you all have been divided into your different groups, I want you all to work hard for your projects,”
My heart sank into my chest. The class had already been divided into groups and I was not assigned a group. If only I had come earlier I would be assigned a group now I am without a group.
“Maam I didn't get assigned to a group”, I protested
“ You don't want to get assigned to a group, how is that a concern of mine for god sake “, prof Agatha said when she finally looked up from her book.
“I am sorry for attending the class late, I won't do it again, I don't want to fail this semester,”
“ Well that is your problem to deal with, next time you learn to keep to my rules”, with that she stormed out of the class leaving me close to tears.
