MY CAMPUS LIFE 2 - Episode 6

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Guys, I'm really sorry for not continuing with this. You know, I started this story eight months ago, and when I was done with all the chapters in the fourth month of writing, I still felt like enhancing it and adding more details to make it sweeter - and so I did. I began doing it, and at a point, I saw myself losing interest. I never had an idea why I felt that way, but now I'm not gonna let anything keep me from fulfilling my wish of 2020; which is completing this story totally. I just need your support and everything, and hopefully, with God on our side, I know we can finish this together!

 

My encounter with Karen last week still freaked me out. I couldn't believe she was gay, and all this time she's being pretending.

 

I kept on walking, still lost in thoughts as some blind jerk bumped into me. 

 

"I'm sorry," He apologized.

 

I gritted and brushed my hair backwards. "Are you blind?!"

 

"Tri... Trisha?"

 

I cursed under my breath, "This pervert!"

 

"Huh?" He arched his brow.

 

"Derek, what are you doing here?"

 

He laughed, ignoring me. "I'm late for class,"

 

My eyes widened as he pushed me aside, and I huffed, throwing a scowl at him. "You're such a jerk!"

 

He called back, "You're no different... oof-oof -" He stumbled and fell backwards.

 

I laughed really hard, watching him get up again. He's so cute, I thought admirably. "Wait! Why am I saying that?" I winced and thought aloud, as I heard my name called.

 

I turned my head in the direction and caught a glimpse of Phil and Chelsea heading toward me. I smiled inwardly and waved to them. 

 

"Hey, chica," Phil greeted.

 

Hearing the sound of that made my insides grow hot, and I guess that made Chelsea's "hey" unheard.

 

"Um, Trish," Derek called. "I'll be going now." He said, and walked off.

 

I bit my lower lip, watching him leave, as Chelsea's voice brought me back to reality. "So... you headed for Keely's?"

 

I curved my lips and thought, so that's where they're headed? "Um, yes! Keely's!" I laughed nervously.

 

"Okay. Let's go then." came Chelsea's voice, and we began walking.

 

Phil's hand was partly touching mine and I couldn't help but blush at the contact. I really felt like holding those smooth arms of his, and prayed he wouldn't mind if I mistakenly slipped it in - and my, I did. Ohh! I shrieked inside, trying to hide my excitement.

 

"We're here!" Chelsea announced, and he broke away.

 

Chelsea! I groaned inwardly as we walked in.

 

We ordered for lunch and sat down to eat; Chels so engrossed in her lasagnas, as Phil focused on his. I knew this was my chance, and I wasted no time moving my legs to Phil's.

 

"Mm, this is so good," Chelsea spoke amidst mouthful, showing no mercy to the lasagna in her hand.

 

I laughed and turned to Philip. "Seems you're having fun eating that."

 

He nodded and smiled. "Aren't you?"

 

"I am," I replied and took a bite out of mine.

 

We went on talking for about some minutes, and I didn't know what made me look back, but I did, and, just at the left corner sat James and his friends. "Oh, no!" I gasped, averting my gaze.

 

I thought about what to do and an idea struck my mind immediately. The bathroom -

 

"Hey, you okay?" Phil asked.

 

I smiled nervously and took up my birkin bag. "Can you guys excuse me for a minute?"

 

They threw a suspicious look at me and shrugged. "Sure."

 

I moved very fast, in a bid for his not to see me. Oh, God. I pray he hasn't.

 

JAMES'S P.O.V

"That b*tch! She's not going out with that bastard, is she?!" I boiled, clenching my fist.

 

Trish was really getting on my nerves and I couldn't stand seeing her with another guy, especially not with some good-for-nothing! 

 

"Relax, bruh. You don't want to make a scene." said my best friend Jeffrey who noticed my mood.

 

I got up, feeling irritated by the sight of the peasant laughing with his friend like nothing had happened.

 

"Hey, where're you going? You haven't finished your drink."

 

I hurried off, ignored Jeffrey and my other pals, as I made for the bathroom, locating the ladies' room in no time.

 

I felt so furious, finding it empty. "Tricia! Tricia!" I called, waiting for an answer to come. "I know you're here, Tricia. Come on, there's no need to hide."

 

"I wasn't hiding," A voice spoke softly as I turned around.

 

My eyes glistened with lust, seeing the nylon skirt that barely covered her legs. I quickly shoved the feeling of pulling her into my arms and planting my lips on that smooth body of hers, as anger enveloped me. "Are you avoiding me?!"

 

"No. Why would you think such?" She let go of the doorknob.

 

I shrugged and crossed my arms. "I don't know. You tell me."

 

Such an ass, I heard her mumble.

 

"What did you say?" I drew closer.

 

"Nothing."

 

"Good. That's what I thought." I smiled and rubbed her arms. 

 

I drew closer, making sure there was no distance between  us, as I buried my head on her perfectly curved boobs, running my hands on the downside of it. "You're so beautiful,"

 

She purred at my touch, the sweetness in her voice jerking my manhood alive, as I wasted no time lifting her up. Moving backwards, I went into the girls' bathroom, not minding if it was one, and shut the door. 

 

"Baby, you know we're in the girls' bathroom, right?" She breathed, running her fingers on my chest.

 

"Does it matter?" I laughed and kissed her lips.

 

"Oh, just don't stop." She mo*ned between kisses and spread her legs for me, granting me easy passage.

 

 

 

 

"Where have you been? We've been looking everywhere for you?" Chelsea questioned, eyeing me.

 

I had totally forgotten that they were waiting in the cafeteria, while James and I went about our usual s*x drill. Imagine if Chelsea had come in at that time? I asked myself, looking at the two. "I'm so sorry, guys. Something urgent came up and I had to tend to it." 

 

I bit my bottom lip and looked at them, hoping the excuse I'd given sounded convincing. 

 

They totally bought it, and I felt really bad having Philip kept in the dark. Oh, Trish. When will this stop?

 

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