The First Step

It had everything a typical student would require: a self-contained room (with no wardrobe), a bathroom (with no shower), and a kitchen (with no tile and sink). When we arrived, my roommate was watching a movie with a neighbor. I didn't tell him I was bringing back a girl, as was our custom. We did this to keep things organized; the simple rule was that no girl should spend more than one night!

And we followed this rule. When you start something, some girls have a bad habit of trying to squat with you.

They begin by leaving slippers in your house, then a cloth, then their soap dish, and before you can say 'jack,' your bathroom is filled with assorted colored pants and bras. Keeping the rule was not a problem for me. I had a girlfriend who lived on her own. She rarely spends the night because I was the one who stayed at her place. When I pick up a stray chick, I use my own room. I didn't tell my roommate because bringing Jane back to my room wasn't my original plan. It was a first outing, and the desire to taste her inside and feel how warm she was was a planned end game.

I wanted her to think I was madly in love with her. So when I asked for a favor regarding her father's courses, she won't refuse. But after dinner that night, I simply suggested we go to my room and was pleasantly surprised when she agreed. As we entered my room, it was getting late. Only the light from the television illuminated the room. I sat beside her on the bed after introducing her to my roommate and neighbor. My roommate and the neighbor sat in front, while I was perched on the back wall with Jane, watching the movie on TV.

I gently placed my hand on her laps and began to stroke them. She shifted uncomfortably, but she never tried to take my hand away, so I kept rubbing them. My neighbor must have noticed what was going on because he left, but my rommie remained glued to the television. I'd heard him talk about the film One Three Hill and how intriguing it was. He couldn't take his eyes off the second season of the movie. Jane gently drew away from me, bowed her hips, and lied down, her head on my laps. I began cuddling her breast as an unintentional reaction.

I reached for the nipple, teased it a little, but my hand didn't have the freedom it needed to explore those soft round and firm breasts. I reached for my phone and texted my roommate, "I will burst your head if you don't leave this room now; yours truly." His phone notified him of an SMS, which he ignored. Jane, who was still lying on my laps, turned away from the television and faced my stomach. I felt her breath on my stomach. -Nau, this boy should leave this room!!- I reached out and grabbed his phone from the desk and hurled it at him.

ensuring that it landed painfully on his back He yelled, paused the movie, took the phone in his hand, and read the message. He couldn't stop himself from laughing. He went into the bathroom, emerged a few seconds later, and exited the room. I checked my phone after receiving a text message. "I will castrate you if you don't round up in the next 30 minutes: yours faithfully," said my roommate. I smiled and hung up the phone as I began romancing Jane's backside. I drew down her back zip, moved the cloth's hand down her shoulders, and kissed the top of her breast. My dick was completely swollen, and Jane's head on my laps made me feel uneasy.

I shifted her head slightly and set it on the bed. I knelt and gently kissed her on the lips. I kissed her again, and this time she wrapped her hands around my head and held me tight as we both kissed passionately. We kissed some more as I traced my hands to the hook of her bra, unhooked her, and stood in front of me were two sets of perfectly round and firm breast. The ni'ppl'es were perpendicular to the chest. I reached for them, cupped my hands around them, and began sucking. I sucked and teased from one n'I'ip'll'e to the next while she slowly wiggled her waist.

My d'i-kk was begging for attention. I could feel it bulging inside my pants. Enough of this pre-intimacy; it's time to take action. I reached down from her knee, pulled it up, caressed her laps slowly, and reached for her pants. She restrained my hands, which were freely roaming on her laps. She gently drew my hands away and covered her laps with her cloth. "Not today," she explained calmly. I ignored her remark and went about my business, teasing the nip-p'les with my tongue. I reached for the laps again, but she yanked my hands away. I had to put an end to the pre-intimacy.

My d'I'kk has a funny habit of misbehaving whenever it is aroused for action and forced to wait for an extended period of time. If It becomes enraged and shrinks. It will only take divine intervention and a lot of pleading for it to become interested again. "Are you not at ease with this?" I asked as I drew away from her. "I'm sorry, but I simply cannot, not now, not today." "I've already broken a lot of personal rules by coming down here with you today." She stated. I didn't want to convince her. Experience has taught me that patience is a valuable asset when dealing with girls, particularly the infamously strict ones. I was certain I was going to possess it because I had felt and touched the promise land.

She dressed up and sat on my laps for a few minutes longer, letting me stroke her clothed b'r'e*ast and Tommy. I saw her off when she said she was going home. As we walked out of Palmville, she held my hand. A dark alley ran beneath the lodge gate. We came to a halt for a moment, and she drew me towards her, looked into my eyes, and said, "You seem like a gentle man, and I am really attracted to you in a way I can't explain." -Please don't tell me you're in love- She went on, "I'm in a relationship right now, it's a little complicated." "All I need is some time to sort myself out." She kissed me passionately, and I knew she cared deeply about me.

This was going to make things more difficult. I had planned to use her as a pawn on a chess board. This pawn must capture the opponent's king rather than falling in love with it.

The final year examination was scheduled to begin a week before the others. The schedule was released, and everyone went into exam mode. Jane was studying computer science at the 300 level. I explained that I needed time to study for the exam. I told Rita the same thing: this was my career and future, and I needed to succeed. My stolen question papers from my HOD's car were still there. Jane gave no indications that anything was wrong. Everything was fine as far as I was concerned.