I Still Don't Feel Better.... 3

"What do you mean she's gone? Who's gone?" Jake asked me shaking me on the shoulders. I couldn't talk. I ran back upstairs and into my room, sat on my bed and tears just began to flow down my cheeks. It was obvious, I have just experienced my first Heartbreak.  It was horrible, my heart beat was twice normal, I lost every appetite. I felt sick in my stomach. A confused Jake sat opposite me and kept starring at me eager to know what was happening. "Ol'boy talk to me. What's happening here? What's in the letter?" 

Then it hit me! Ohh! The letter. How could I have been carried away by grief and forgotten the letter? I was sure the answers I needed were in the letter. Maybe she explained everything. I sat up, wiped my tears and opened the envelope. 

Well, the letter was nothing of what I expected. Miss Kate wrote that she was getting married to her Canada based Boyfriend Lucas. And that I was just an aim to fulfill her fantasy. 

I got up angrily, tore the paper and went into my toilet and flushed it. I couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman could plan such evil. Women! I've heard how they are. But this is just wicked. I made up my mind that a lot of girls would pay for this. I will never love again. 

I walked around the house unhappily and everyone complained I was looking very pale. I couldn't tell anyone what had happened to me. I didn't even brief Jake. I didn't want him to mock me and spread the gist in school for everyone to ridicule and make fun of me. 

Before I left high school that September, I took nothing less than five virginity. Having sex with virgins was pretty lame. 

You had to teach them everything and the pains and cries was enough to make a hard and erected cock go limb. 

I got into the University months later. And  I continued having my fun and revenge on women. I won't really call it revenge, atleast I never promised to marry anyone. Must every fuck lead to a serious relationship? Besides, most of the women I slept with came unto me. You know how girls talk? You fuck a girl and give her some good pussy eating and she goes back to tell her friends. Next thing you know, the friends are going behind eachother's back to have a taste of that fun. And then they stupidly start fighting eachother. Now how is this my fault? They hear of my joy stick and come begging for it. I was only being a gentleman not to turn the ladies down. 

I enjoyed the attention. I mean, who wouldn't? The fights in my hostel was becoming unbearable, the ladies loved me while the men hated me. Maybe out of jealousy. Friends fought, sisters fought. It was endless. Until the University authorities evicted me from campus and I had to go rent a flat outside the campus. I contested and won Mr Campus. I just lived a life of fun. Sex but no love. I just couldn't Love. Ii never ever told any girl I loved her. But I made sure they felt really special when they were with me. The time you spend with me, you are a Queen for the moment. Once you are gone, you are forgotten until our next Fuck. Life couldn't be better. But there was only one reason for me to be sad in the University. I had one Lecturer who frustrated me so much. It was Professor Mrs Ngozi Obi, the Sociology Lecturer. I don't know why she hated me so much. I was in my final year and it was very obvious Mrs Obi will be the stumbling block to my graduation that year. I heard she does not take bribes like the male lecturers that collects envelops from students after exams. Mrs Obi was too strict and would not compromise. She hardly ever smiled when you see her or greet her. I dreaded her lecture days and wished I didn't have to attend her lectures but I wouldn't dare miss it. She took attendance like it was names of people going to heaven. And she always closed the doors to the lecture hall once she got in. Her 12pm was 12pm. And if she got to the class earlier than 12pm, she would sit at the back of the class reading till it was 12pm then she will order the Head of class to shut the doors and pass on the attendance sheet. So in our best interest, we got to her lecture hall before 12pm. Or else, you are doomed. The only person she spoke to was the Head of Class. 

I was tired of the low marks I was getting from Mrs Obi after each test. Apart from her rigidity and evil look, she was a very intelligent and Fantastic Lecturer. She took her time to explain her topics. Everyone loved and enjoyed her lectures but feared her. After the test before my final exams, I was so pissed that she gave me a very low mark. I mean, this was madness. I got her number from the HOC and gave her a call. "Good day Mrs Obi, please I need to talk to you about my scores. I deserved more than the mark I got" I said to her. 

"So, are you trying to tell me I don't know how to read or that you are smarter than me?" she said. I was quiet. This woman really intimidated me. "What is that your name again?" she continued. I began to stammer "My my na-na-name is Adam Ma"     "Ohh You? Anyways, bring your test script to my office this evening so you can explain to me why you deserve better. Come by 7PM" and she hung up without even waiting for my response.  

I was scared. Why her office? Why in the evening? I felt I had gotten myself into so much trouble. Standing her up will be a very bad idea. I went to see some course mates who were my friends and told them what had happened. "You called Margaret Thatcher? Are you insane?" was all they kept yelling into my ears making me feel worse. No one agreed to go with me to see her. I went home that afternoon, ate, showered and took a nap. I kept looking into my watch so I don't go late. I know that woman. One minute late and she won't want to see me again. I left the house 6:30pm on the dot. Because I lived off campus. Remember I was thrown out of the hostel because of the silly girls that fought in my hostel all the time. It was a bit hard to find her office, it was on the last floor. And the last office on the hall. Quite far from the entrance. I walked down the hall, thinking what will come out of this meeting. I got to Mrs Obi's office door and knocked, I heard her voice  asking me to go in. I walked into the well furnished office and the cold from the Air-conditioned was freezing off my shirt. 

'Young man, what can I do for you?' she said to me without looking at me, she just continued with what she was writing. 

"My name is Adam Ma" I said in a hurry. 

"So?" she replied. 

"I was the one that called you about my scores and you asked me to come see you" I answered. Now, Mrs Obi lifts her head from the sheets she was marking, looks me straight in the eye and says "what's wrong with your scores? Are you trying to teach me my job?" my heart jumped into my mouth "Ahhh No Ma. It's just just that I know I deserve better. I am very good with your course Ma. Infact it is one of my best courses. I even give the Jambites tutorials on it. So I don't see how I deserve the low scores I get Ma. Please Ma, I can't afford another year in this school"  I finished talking and Mrs Obi, just kept starring at me without saying a word. The silence in the office became so uncomfortable. I didn't know if I had just pissed her off or if I was able to get through to her stone heart. I was silently praying in my heart that God should appeal to her on my behalf. But the next thing that happened was a shock. Mrs Obi suddenly started laughing really hard and loud. Those kind of evil laughs you see in a Nollywoood movie by a wicked queen of witches or an evil goddess. But her's was in a beautiful way. Although her laughter scared the hell out of me. I didn't know whether to run out of her office or just keep standing there. To be honest, I couldn't run even if I wanted to because it was as if my legs were glued to the floor. Believe me when I say that my soul had ran out of her office in fear and only my body remain there. 

After a few seconds, she stopped laughing took off her glasses and said to me "Adam, relax now. Jeezzz what's with you? See how you are panicking. One can cut the tension written all over your face with a blunt knife" hearing that, I sighed heavily. Trust me, I did the sign of the cross without moving my hands physically. I was relived. Atleast now I know she's not pissed. But what could she be up to? I've never seen her laugh neither has anyone seen her without her glasses. Looking at her without her signature stoned face frown plus without her big Nerdy glasses, I could see she was really a beautiful woman. 

She continued "For a Ladies Man like you to be shivering like a little boy like over a woman like me then I am beginning to doubt your prowess. What? You didn't think I've heard of all your Sexcapades and how the girls fight over you? Who do you think wrote the petition for you to be thrown out of the hostel? That was all me. I've also heard how good you are in bed" 

I blushed but I was so embarrassed. I wished I could wake up from the Nightmare. She asked me to sit on the two sitter couch in another corner of the office. I did. She collected my test script from me to take a look at it again. I was relieved. She went back to her Office chair which was directly opposite the low two seater couch I was sitting on. I don't know if she did it deliberately then, but her legs were carelessly open revealing her very fine laps. I had a weakness for fair skinned girls. The skirt she was wearing went up a bit revealing a great deal if her laps. I could see all these from under the table. It was like she observed I was peeking because she suddenly crossed her legs. But after a few seconds, she opened it again. This time even wider. I almost swallowed my tongue. I couldn't believe I was looking at Margret Thatcher's laps. I saw all the way to her pant. And I could tell it was a white thong. So even the witches wear G-strings? With her evil looks, one would expect her to wear those big old pants of the 1950's. The thong was tiny and didn't cover her pussy entirely. It was only in the middle of her Pussy. Her pussy lips were showing while the thong was in-between. I got a hard on just thinking of what I could do to that big pussy. I was lost in thoughts, deep imagination until she screamed at me "Adam! gosh! Where did you travel to" I suddenly snapped back into focus "Yes Ma, I'm here. Sorry I was just admiring you" I didn't know when those words came out of my mouth. 

"Oh really? So what were you thinking?" 

She said as she got off her chair and walked towards me. I sighed heavily, seeing her walk seductively and rolling her hips gave me a lot of confidence. My fear of Mrs Ngozi Obi vanished like in the snap of a finger. "Well, I was thinking how a beautiful woman like you could be so witchy. How can you be so hard hearted and yet so beautiful and sexy" I replied. 

She smiled and sat on the edge of her office table. Swinging her legs in an open and close motion. It was as if she was teasing me. "I'm not really that tough. Common Adam, I'm a woman. Being a University Professor is hard work. But hey! That's by the way. About your scores, what do you want? I mean, what are you willing to do to have the highest score" she said, with a big grin on her face. I pretended to think for a while then said to her "Anything you want Mrs Obi, anything"

She smiled and nodded her head " hmmm.... interesting, okay, I just want you to show me the reason girls fight over you on campus. Are you really that good? I mean, I hear you have the biggest cock" 

I felt really embarrassed. But gathered up courage and replied "Why don't you find out yourself" the thought of being alone in a room with the Witchie Margaret Thatcher (even though it was an office) was such a turn on. I looked at her from her head to her feet and then from her feet up to her  head again. She was really a beautiful woman. Tall, beautiful and fair skinned (the type we referred to as yellow pawpaw) my weakness. She had large boobs and big rounded hips . I licked my lips and walked to her, she was still sitting on the edge of the table. She began to unbutton her Top. I kissed her softly, her breath was minty. She brought out her nipples from her push up bra, and I sucked on it gently. I took my both hands, placed them on her boobs and pushed them together, forcing the nipples to touch eachother while I brought out my very wet tongue and tickled both nipples at the same time. Mrs Obi moaned softly as I began sucking and licking them very fast . 

"Oh Adam. Yeah that feels good. But wait. I need to lock the door. You know it's almost my closing hour" I moved away and she hurried to the door and locked it. She picked up the intercom and called the securities  at the main entrance no to let anyone into her office because she was too busy marking the scripts so they should just say she's not on seat. She also made sure the curtains was covered properly. 

Then she made it towards me. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, having some second thoughts and thinking perhaps she was as well. Without saying anything she slid her hand down under her skirt's waistband, down into her crotch. I stood transfixed.

Then she said "What do you think?" Her dark eyes smoldered as she slid her hand back out, her finger glistening with her wetness. She reached out to me and placed it on my lower lip. I could smell her scent. The musky odor released something primal in me and my cock sprung to full attention. She slid her finger into my mouth and I tasted her, and wanted more.

Almost at the same moment we started moving to get to her office desk. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up into my arms, and she wrapped her legs around me and I held her as we kissed again. I moved my hands to her big rounded ass to support her, pressing her against my body as our tongues again intertwined. I hiked up the back of her skirt and massaged her Butt cheeks as we kissed, griding her crotch against the rise of my cock pressing out against my jeans. As my hands worked their way down her ass and towards her thighs I could feel the heat coming from her center. As my fingers met the fabric of her thong, I pushed it aside and felt the wetness of her pussy lips. As I touched them she clenched her legs around me and renewed her attack on my mouth.

I spun around, still holding her, and sat her down on the edge of her desk. As I pulled away, she moaned, first in longing, then more incessantly as I ran my hand up under her skirt and began to rub her wet pussy through her sheer white panties. As I rubbed her we continued to kiss, but with her hands free she reached down and pulled up her blouse. We broke the kiss, and I stood back to watch her pull of her white bra to reveal her big  breasts, topped by two rock hard nipples. She gave me a rather salacious look, then pulled her legs up together and slid off her white thong.

She dropped it to the floor and spread her legs open, revealing her wet, sticky mound, covered with a soft but matted layer of fine black hair.

Taking the invitation, I knelt down and began kissing my way up her right thigh, inching closer and closer to her hot wetness. As I neared her pussy lips, I switched sides and began again at her left knee. As I moved from one side to the other, she sighed.

"You tease...give me your tongue," her hands went to the back of my head and she pulled my mouth towards her wet pussy lips, glistening with her juices.

I gave up on the tease and dove in, attacking her clit with my tongue, manipulating it side to side, then quickly sucking it, just for a moment, before running my tongue up and down her slit, tasting her wetness. Moving back to her clit with my lips, I slid a finger into her depths, feeling the warm lubrication as I gently explored her. 

"Adam, I can't wait anymore...fuck me...I need it, please"             

Who was I to say no? 

I dis-robed in almost record time, and approached her as she sat, legs spread apart, on her desk. It was the perfect height - as I walked up to her my cock was obviously on a collision course with her juicy love hole. She pulled out a condom from under a book that was on her desk and gave it to me. I struggled to put my big cock into it. "wow! Adam, you are really big. I've not seen something that big in years. Now I'm glad. Common Adam, do what you know how to do best" 

As I closed in, she laid back, resting her weight on her hands. With her ass on the desk, she reached out with her legs and pulled me in towards her. My cock bumped up against her mound, and she gasped. I could feel the warmth and the wetness -- the tip of my cock was covered with just a brush. I reach down and grabbed my cock, intent not to be rushed. I slowly rubbed the head of my cock up her crack, starting at the entrance to her depths, but rather than going in, just brushing the lips, then moving upwards, rubbing my cock cap against her clit.

The moment my cock head touched her nub, she arched her back, straining to pull me in. I resisted, slowly rubbing my cock up and down, getting it lubed up and ready to go... Finally, I rubbed down one last time, as if to just tease again, then slid home, between her swollen lips, deep into her wet Pussy. She moaned again, a deep, guttural moan, and pulled me as deep as I could go. I could feel her squeezing tightly around me -- she was clearly on a hair trigger, and so was I. It was all I could do not to cum then and there, but I tried to control myself. I slowly pulled out, but she pulled me back in again.

"Fuck me, fuck me Adam. Your cock is so fucking big. I can't believe it. You filled me you. Fuck me Adam. Fuck me like you want a First class. You have to deserve it. I can make it happen. Fuck me hard and deep. Fuck me fast."

I couldn't believe that Mrs Obi, the Margaret Thatcher we all feared in the university was such a Bitch and a sex whore. But I put my back into it and pounded her real hard swinging my hips from side to side. Touching her cervix and hitting all the sides of her pussy wall. She kept screaming.

"I'm going to cum..."

"I don't care, I want it. Fuck me Adam. I am serious about that first class. Fuck me hard and you will earn it."

Come to think of it, I was a brilliant student and didn't need any help getting a first class and Mrs Obi was really thinking of making me fail because she didn't like that many girls got satisfied by my Joy sick on campus. Well, she wanted my Cock and she's gonna get it. 

Screw it, I thought. I pumped her, hard, deep, and fast, pounding her into the desk as she wrapped her  legs around my ass and pulled me to her. I don't think I've ever pounded any woman like that before but Mrs Obi was a MILF who was very experienced and from all indications, she was loving the hard fuck. Two strokes, three strokes...I felt it building in my groin, in my balls -- that feeling of tension, that you're going to burst...

"I'm cumming..... "Shit, shit, I'm so close, fuck me, fuck me."

I pulled out, slammed back in, and released. I felt a thick rope of cum shoot out of my cock and into the condom, I felt that weakness in my knees, that urge to go deeper. I pressed myself as deep as I could into her depths, straining, cumming, feeling her cum too, tightening around my cock, her legs squeezing around my ass, her head thrust back, her eyes shut tight...

I collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck, then tenderly brushing her hair out of her face. She was flushed, looking slightly embarrassed, but with a cute little grin. I got off her and pulled up my Jeans. I dint bother to take the condom off. I will do that when I get to back home and shower.

"So what next Adam?"
she said as she got up and pulled down her skirt and buttoned her top.

"I will call you. You know it's getting late. Let's talk on phone. By the way, what time is safe to call you?" I said to her.

"Adam, don't worry about calling me, I will call you Ok?"

I said Okay. And left. It was already past 9PM. As I made it past the securities, I noticed how they looked at eachother. I walked even faster till I disappeared into the night. 

A few days passed and as the final exams approached, I studied hard and slowed down on the Sexcapades. I really needed to focus on getting my First Class. But knowing that Mrs Obi had eyes and ears all over the campus was another reason to slow down. Mrs Obi called and invited me to her office that evening. I promised her I will be there. But first I needed to go and eat something. I was really hungry. 

I got to the eatery and while I stood at the counter to place my order, I couldn't help noticing the Beautiful girl with an innocent look and voice standing next to me. "Hello can I pay for your meal?" I asked her and she quickly replied "No thank you Adam. I got this" then she picked her tray and walked away. I was a bit shocked, she knew my name? I became so curious. After I paid for my order and picked my tray, I walked straight to where that pretty girl was sitting. "May I join you?" She looked at me rudely and without saying a word, she continued eating. "Please" I said again. It was as if she knew I was going to sit anyway, so what was the point of her refusing me from sitting next to her?

"Fine! You may sit and please tell me what you want quickly and leave. I don't want to be seen with you."
she grumbled. I was confused. What did she mean by she doesn't want to be seen with me? I became even more curious.. "You know me?" I asked. She rolled her eyes as if she was irritated. "Duhhh! Obviously. Who does not know you Adam? Your story is every where. They say you are Mr Campus and women flock around you and even fight over you. And you ask me if I know you? Please don't make me laugh. By the way, how come you are acting like you don't recognize me? She said looking at me with eyes that pierced into mine. I said I may have seen her face before, but I couldn't place it. Then she told me she was in the 100 Level class I gave tutorials 3 times a month. How I never saw this beauty in that class baffled me. So I asked her why she didn’t want to be seen with me and she said that it was my bad boy reputation and besides, that I have slept with any girl seen with me. I smiled but what she said next wiped the schmuck smile off my face.

"I can't be seen with a rotten jerk like you. People may misunderstand. And as a member of the Scripture Union and the leader of the Chastity Club I'm trying to put together though it's so difficult because of men like you who lure innocent girls to bed for sex and ruin their lives, being seen with you can make people begin to doubt me."

With that, she got up, hissed and walked away. Honestly, I was in a state of shock that I had never felt before. No girl has ever been that blunt and rude to me. I just sat there and watched her walk away. I completely lost my appetite and I sat there to recover from the rude shock for about five minutes. It had never happened to me before. Usually, any girl I walked up to drooled over me badly. And here is one Queen of Chastity nonsense making me feel so small. I made up my mind to find out who she was. I'm gonna find her, but wait, she didn't even tell me her name. Ok, atleast I knew where to find her, sure, the tutorial class. But that was next week Wednesday (six days from that day) and as far as I was concerned, that seemed like eternity. I just couldn't wait. I got back to my flat, took a cold shower and headed to see Mrs Obi. As usual, we spent hours of fucking, fucking and fucking in her office. I fucked her on her office  table, on her office chair, on the floor and against the wall. But one thing Mrs Obi didn’t know was that I was thinking of that nameless young lady I met today at the eatery. While I closed my eyes, I pictured that young lady in my head and with the anger I felt towards the way she belittled me, I took it out on Mrs Obi's Pussy and ponded her pussy hard and rough. You would think She would cry out in pain, but this bitched loved it. And she kept spreading her legs wider and wider and would rub on her clit as I fucked her. "Ohh Adam, no one has ever fucked my pussy like this before. Oh my god! Fuck me deeper Adam. Give me a pussy beat Adam. Ride me like a whore, don't stop. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she kept moaning so loud till her pussy dripped so much with cum all over the place. She looked so satisfied. "Adam, what was that? It was so crazy and I loved it. You should be fucking me like that" Mrs Obi said. I thought to myself, if only this bitch knew what was going on in my head. I smiled and winked at her, got dressed and left. As usuall the securities at the entrance gave me the look again and looked at eachother as if they were talking with their eyes. I walked passed them into the night. I got to my flat and crashed on bed. Thinking of that young lady. I just have to see her again. The days went by and it seemed like eternity. I couldn't wait to see her again. Finally, It was Wednesday and I was so anxious that day. It was 4PM and I headed to the 100Level class block. They were already waiting for me, I got in there and looked around to see that beautiful young lady but she was no where in that class. I couldn't believe that girl bailed the class just to avoid seeing me. I felt my heart sink, it was that feeling I got when Miss Kate bailed on me when I was 16. I felt horrible. I managed to give the Tutorials and I even told them not to pay me for that day. You see, normally the students contributed money among eachother to pay me for the Tutorials. But today, I told them not to worry about the payment but that I have another way they could pay me. I needed an information and only the Head of class could give it to me. As soon as the Tutorial was over, the HOC and I stepped aside. I told him I was looking for a young lady, I didn't know her name. So I described the young lady in every sense I could remember. But the HOC couldn't figure her out. Then I told him she said she was trying to start up a Chastity club on campus. I didn't finish the sentence when he screamed, "Ohhhhh! You mean Virgin Mary!!" and he laughed. 

I was like "Huh! Virgin Mary? What do you mean Virgin Mary? 

He finally stopped laughing and replied "Her name is Mary but we call her 'Virgin Mary, because of her uptightness and sanctimonious attitude. Not to mention the chastity crap" I stopped him there. "Where can I find her? Where is she? Do you have her number?" I asked in just one breathe.

"Slow down Adam! Haba! Which one do I answer first? Fine, I don't know where you can find her but I have all my course mates number for class activities information. So I can give you her number."

I collected my Strange young lady's number. I don't know why but I was so happy that I was going to give her a call. I just need to see her again. I got home and I couldn't stop thinking about that young lady called Mary. But I couldn't explain the urge I felt to see her. I have never felt like that before. The following morning, I called her number. It rang, I lost my nerves and hung up. I spaced around the room for a few minutes. Thinking of what I was going to say to her when she picks up the phone. I started practicing. Rehearsing like I was on a movie Set. 

"Hello Mary, my name is Adam. Remember me?" No no no. "Hello Mary, we met at the eatery last week" Arrrgh! I slapped my forehead. 

I decided to just make the damn call and just go with is. I dialed the number again, it rang and it was picked and a female spoke from the other end. 

'Hello"

"Hi, Good day, am I speaking to Mary please?" 

"I'm sorry but Mary can't come to the phone right now can I take a message?"

"Please, when can I call back? I really need to speak with her" 

"Not soon. Mary is in the hospital. She's down"

"What? Please which hospital? " 

        The person that picked up Mary's phone gave me the hospital's name and address and then she hung up.

                To Be Continued.....©.........