Must Read Story: My S*x Service To My Principal And Students

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read Story: My S*x Service To My Principal And Students

Normally, I wouldn’t attempt having s*x without
giving my partner a prior knownledge before hand,
or at least give her a tip.
I’d to just have to introduce s*x during our casual
talks to let her know that she’s rolling with a bad
boy. This way, there wouldn’t be any suprises when
the time comes. One of my policies.
Today, i’d have to have to take chances so it would
be an unpredictictable outcome but I would give it
my best. Whatever happens, I did my best.
While she was in the bathroom, a silly flashback
came to my mind, I remembered how as junior
students in boarding school, we used to peep
Unclad senior girls who were bathing through tiny
round holes we bore on their hostel walls.
We used to to call it ‘channel O’ back then. I smiled,
Good ol’ days. But no, I would never watch ‘channel
O’ again. Not now, not ever.
I had almost finished eating when she came in.
She had rubbed her body lotion, wore her perfume,
and a light casual gown too. She did all that in
another room. I could see the curve of her breas’t
and she smelt so good. s*xy**.
She sat on the chair, eating her rice while writing
an assignment at the same time.
I had finished eating and continiued doing her
online assignment. We were having a little chat
now, off and on.
I decided to indirectly ask her about alchohol to
confirm if I had any ‘hope’ at all. It had to be
indirect cuz a direct question could ruin my
mission. No room for mistakes.
“Do you think alchohol is bad?”
“No. As long as you don’t get drunk. At least my
religion isn’t completely against it.”
Then she laughed a little and continued:
“I do take alchohol, but not too much. I like stout
because it is medicinal. It cures stomach ache and
reduces sugar in the system.”
(In my mind I said ”wow!, Cool story, tell me
something I don’t know”).
Then she laughed again and I joined her in
laughing, not only because it was funny, but also
because my little hope was certain now. I was
thinking of how to proceed.
I had to begin with pre-intimacy. It would be risky
to just kiss or touch her out of the blue cuz that
could ruin this whole mission in 5 seconds.
I would have to begin with verbal pre-intimacy to
put her in the mood a little or at least to get her
intimate senses up and active.
I thought of how to begin, approach matters a lot.
I looked at her wall and saw a customized church
calender and there was a christian couple pictured
on it, they looked happy, probably the leaders of the
ministry. Let the games begin.
“I like that couple, they look happy together. Is that
your church or ministry?”
“No. my friend attends it, she gave me the
calender.”
Me: “I don’t know why most couples don’t live this
nowadays, there’s divorce and cheating
everywhere.”
She laughed.
Her: “That’s what happens when people marry the
wrong partner.”
Me: “But what’s the cause of cheating amongst
married women?”
I was getting close now.
Her: “Well, I wouldn’t know. Its an individual thing I
guess.”
Me:”In my opinion, I think its lack of good s*x.”
She laughed again and gave me a mischevious look.
I just loved her laugh. Really lovely.
Her: “How do you know, are you a marriage
councillor?”
Me: “I’m serious. Most men don’t know how to
make love to their women. I don’t mean just s*x, I
mean good s*x. There’s a difference between s*x
and good s*x. Its an art, and very few men are good
at it.”
At last, I had dropped it.
Let’s see how it goes. She was laughing. I needed to
watch out for signs now to see if my verbal pre-
intimacy was effective. I hoped so.
“David, I didn’t know you could talk like this sha.
I’m scared of you now.”
It was my turn to laugh. You should be.
We talked about a few other social issues for a
moment. Then she came to see how far I had gone
with the assignment.
I was sitting on her bed, she was kneeling on the
bed, close to me, one hand on my shoulder, leaning
on me a little as she was looking at the laptop
screen.
She smelt really s*xy**, and i could see her huge
breas’ts through the corner of my eye as I peeped
through the opening at the chest region of her loose
gown. Channel O. Smooth, huge and s*xy** bo’obs.
My heart was beating now and I wondered if she
was hearing it. No, of course not.
I couldn’t start anything, it would be too risky, I
needed a sign. No mistakes. I hate to fail, especially
at times like this. There was no way to tell if my
little verbal pre-intimacy had worked.
No matter what I’d have to wait for a good sign, a
‘green light’.
Then she left and went back to the chair. Oh no!.
Back to square one again.
Whitney, Celine and other oldies was still playing
but I wasn’t hearing anything. I was listening to the
voices in my head now, my thoughts were playing
in my head:
– I don’t think she wants to do this-
– she older than you, you fool, you won’t succeed-
-nobody does this better than you, you can do this-
While I listened to my thoughts, I was rubbing my
beards with my fingers. I used to grow my beards
like a muslim. She even jokingly told me that I
looked like some guy from pakistan. Hey, my beards
used to looked good on me.
We were a little quiet now, doing the assignments,
then I decided to steal a glance at her. I caught her
eyes: she was staring at me. Then she looked away
in an instant.
Wow!, Good sign!, More hope!. There were two
things involved: it was either she was thinking that
I looked fine and admiring me or she was getting
hot due to my verbal pre-intimacy. Either way, I
was winning.
The confidence with which I speak verbal pre-
intimacy gets most girls thinking, it sets off an
imagination in their head.
There was silence now, we probably were both
wondering what we were thinking.
I knew I had to make a move, it was unlikely that
she would come and join me in bed.
“Lilian, come and look at this.”
I just wanted her to come close, and in a normal
way too. She came, sat beside me, looked at what I
showed her on the laptop and after that she still
stayed with me on the bed, watching my work.
Good sign.
Then she brought her assignment to the bed and
continued writing, beside me.
Gently, I placed my palm on her hand, it was beside
me. Then I held her palm. I wasn’t looking at her, I
wanted it to look like it didn’t matter, like it wasn’t a
big deal. If I looked at her, it would look ‘big’ and
my mission might be ruined.
It takes only one move to ruin a mission.
No one is perfect but then again, no room for
mistakes. Not now.
I started rubbing her palm with my fingers, slowly,
mainly with my thumb. She didn’t respond, but no
response was good response for a start.
If she had removed her hand, I would be back to
square one.
Next step, I removed my hand from her palm and
placed it on her thigh, not looking at her still. I
started moving my fingers on it, slowly, like I was
playing a piano. Sweet music. Then I started
rubbing my full palm on it, very slowly.
I could feel her skin, soft as ever. I needed to look
now to see the reaction on her face, her eyes. She
seemed focused on what she was writing, but I
knew her mind was processing my moves.
Silence, we weren’t speaking, just the oldies music
playing from her TV. Most times, a girl doesn’t
speak when she’s getting Hot. I hoped she was.
We were both sitting side by side, our backs to the
wall. Tough position, trust me but I had tough skills
to match too.
I was thinking of my next move when she stood up.
“I want to lay down on the floor and write this
assignment. I hate writing on the bed, it hurts my
neck.”
Then she left and lay on the nice red rogue on the
floor.
Unpredictable, like a dice game.
Oh, the bed makes her uncomfortable?, well me too.
I could see the curve of her as$ as she was lying on
the floor. That gown was light and s*xy**.
Actually, sitting on the bed hurts my waist too, I
might need to join her on the floor…