Chapter 3

During class, Justin and Brenda acted like nothing happened the day before. Justin did not call Brenda to recite and she didn’t volunteer. Even after classes, she left through the backdoor ignoring Justin. Justin was visibly bothered and he was not able to concentrate on work for the whole afternoon. That girl is a fiery animal, he decided, she stops at nothing to get what she wants. He knew it and yet, he was inexplicably attracted to her, like moth to a flame.

He had been pacing restlessly for a whole hour until he could not stand it any longer. That girl can get into trouble by her stubbornness. She might just get laid by anyone she encounters in the party, he assumed. He raced to the party’s venue and was greeted by boisterous students.

“It’s great you were able to come sir, Professor Walker is here, as well,” one student volunteered.

“Have you seen Miss Stuart? He asked.

“She’s with Professor Walker.”

Justin’s heart did a somersault. Was she now flirting with John?

The party was at its peak, with people in the dance floor and some in the swimming pool, all holding their glasses of wine or bottles of beer. There were some students necking at the pool, and he presumed that some were upstairs doing their ‘thing’ in the private rooms.

Brenda was indeed with Professor Walker. She was beaming at him and listening intently.

There were butterflies in Brenda’s stomach when she saw Justin come in. So, he cares after all, she mused, or was she wrong?

“Justin,” John called out to him, “I thought you won’t be attending.”

“There was nothing to do at home, so I came. They’re our seniors anyway,” he pretended to be unfazed, but Brenda can see through his façade. Liar! She seethed.

“I was discussing with Brenda the Serology experiment I’ll be adding to the lab list,” John explained to Justin.

“I see,” Justin said, trying to catch Brenda’s eyes, but she refused to look at him. “Then, I’ll see you around.”

His footsteps were heavy as he left and plopped himself in the sofa at a near by area. He positioned himself in such a way that he had a good vantage point of where Brenda and John were seated.

Justin’s heart bolted when he saw John touched her lips to remove an imaginary speck of food. Afterwards, they were touching their glasses for a toast, laughing merrily and cozily listening to each other’s stories.

Justin was in pain. Did he truly care about her? He always had a soft spot where she was concerned. For all his strictness, he wanted her to graduate with a Latin distinction such as, Cum Laude, Magna Cum Laude or Summa Cum Laude. He watched them closely as they talked earnestly. It was apparent that they were in the process of developing a great bond between them, and he felt a pang of jealousy consuming his soul. He knew then that he truly cared for her, and he had to talk to her before the night was over. He patiently waited for that chance.

He saw that chance when Brenda stood up and made a beeline for the john. Justin blocked her path as she came out. He yanked her and forced her into a space behind the awnings. Without a word, he kissed her ardently, claiming her lips as his own. Brenda was astonished by his abrupt onslaught, and she tried to break away from his tight embrace but he was too strong for her. She laughed inwardly, so now, you have come to your senses, you jerk. Do you think I would wait for you forever? Unknowingly, she had responded to his kiss; her plans of taking revenge all forgotten as she clung to him and savored his kisses. They separated with difficulty.

“I’m sorry Brenda for sending you home the last time. I was concerned of your welfare,” he disclosed, his eyes pleading.

She had planned to ignore him but her emotions overpowered her and she replied by leaning on his muscular chest.

“We can continue our discontinued lesson at my house tonight,” Justin suggested. Brenda nodded, speechless, and they sneaked out, not bothering to alert anyone.

They held hands and contented themselves in caressing each other, controlling their passion because they knew that it would be wonderful to make love in his own room, without time constraint.

However, it was just too much for them to bear. They couldn’t hold on any longer. Home was 5 miles away and they were caught in traffic.

His dick had grown even bigger and it was straining from beneath his slacks. Justin stepped on the brakes when Brenda suddenly ran a finger along the length of his organ. Damn, he cussed, why can’t I resist this girl? She’s a glaring red light. But I want to fuck her right now. He had not been attracted to a female since his last affair with a colleague a year ago. He masturbated every now and then, nonetheless.

“Shall I free the puppy from its jail term now?” Brenda crooned.

Justin nodded; his face red with passion and his cock, huge as an asp, ready to nab its victim. She quietly unzipped him and released his angry organ, which sprang readily, protruding upwards, mightily. The throbbing, living piece of flesh captured her heart and soul. She gasped and stroked it tentatively, running her hands along the small engorged veins that snaked around it.

The car finally started crawling forward again. There was still heavy traffic because it was rush hour. They were so horny they wanted prompt gratification. He was trying hard to focus his eyes on the road. But he couldn’t.

She massaged his cock with her right hand, enclosing it in the warmth of her fingers. Her fingers went up and down his shaft, very gently, as the other hand twirled his balls, playfully. He was gasping for breath and raising his manhood towards her. He wanted more.

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