Must Read: My Life On Campus - Season 1 - Episode 42

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Must Read: My Life On Campus - Season 1 - Episode 42

On hearing her voice, my heart skipped a bit. ''what's she doing in my house and worst part, how did she know my house'' this tots kept pouring into my mind, I hid my garri in kitchen and I unbolted the door. Cynthia was looking as radiant as ever, I wasnt shocked to see an epitome of beauty standing right next to me.
She was always looking perfect, always conscious of the kinda cloth she puts on.

Cynthia: ain't you gon' let me in?

Me: ooh! I'm sorry. My bad. Please come in, How did you figure out my home address?

Cynthia: I asked questions (she stepped into my room and sat on the chair) you're looking so
tired, have you eaten anything today?

Me: yh! I'm good, I just finished eating fried yam and egg (I lied a perfect lie)

Cynthia: that's good. We have a class right now starting by 2pm, em hope you got the message on whatsapp, I tried calling but you didn't pick

Me: which kind department be this, dem no dey tire, (looking all frustrated) ....other departments are busy relaxing and we are made to come to school, isn't this so unfair?

I checked my mobile phone and I saw 3missed calls from Cynthia. Well, I told her to wait for me, while I went into the bathroom to take me shower. After about 15mins, I was ready. We therefore both zoomed of to school together

We got to school quiet early, we didn't see the lecturer but I saw my course mates relaxing outside and gisting. Some stayed alone, some with their love partners and some in groups. We sighted Mayson and Thompson, they hurriedly came up to us. We exchanged pleasantries. I left Mayson to his ''babe'' Cynthia so they could have a one on one discussion with the themselves, has I was about to leave their presence, Cynthia gave me a warm hug. I could feel her soft boobs on my chest, it rested perfectly. While this activity was going on, I looked at Mayson.. The poor dude was foaming in anger. I pitied him.

I left with Thompson who had already recovered from the severe beating giving to him by those set of masked men, we both headed straight to the class. While we were about stepping into the class, I heard someone call my name from behind. It was Angel

Angel: Temy, Temy, you en... You en

Me: baby, wetin I do?

Angel: you're asking me abi?

Me: yes of course.

Thompson: Angel, how are you doing na

Angel: help me ask your friend how I'm doing.
Temy doesn't even call me or even ask of me.
And you said we are friends

Me: babe, its not how you see it.

Angel: you think I don't watch you in this faculty
abi. You have finally left me for another girl. No problem. There is God o ( Mimicking patience Jonathan)

Me: babe, you need to relax.

Thompson: the lecturer don come o. Make we
enter class.

The lecture drove into the class environs in his black Honda EOD. He headed straight to the class and began teaching. One thing about Mr. Paul is that he doesn't care if you're actually listening to his teaching or not, he just teaches. His class was always borrrrrrrrrring. The class rep passed the attendance round, while we wrote our names down. Attendance was compulsory as it incurs 10mrks.

While the class was going on Angel sat next to me, at the back sit close to the wall while Mayson and Cynthia sat infront of me. I listened attentively jotting down important points and this was hitherto due to the fact that Mr Paul doesn't give notes. He was presumably a very lazy lecturer. While the class was going on, Angel whispered into my ears

"Temy, are you enjoying the class?''

''it's somehow boring, but what can I do'' i responded.

''don't worry, just sit and watch'' she replied

she gradually began to unzip my jeans. I wasnt sure what I was seeing, so I cleaned both eyes with my hands to be sure my eyes weren't deceiving me.

Me: Angel, what are you doing, there's a
Lecturer in class?

Angel: shhhh, quite.

Me: but... But.. But.. Why?

I could feel my John Thomas getting bigger has she inserted her hands into my boxers. ''this can't be happening...'' i tot ''well, not now, maybe later''. Angel, began to stroke my John Thomas.

''ooh shiiit'' I m0aned.

Mayson looked back hurriedly and asked, ''TEMY, wetin happen?'', he was looking curious, this could be depicted from his facial expression.

Me: oboy! I dey o. I make mistake for wetin I been dey jot. Mehn, this lecturer no dey speak loud

Mayson: yes o, I no fit wait make we finish this
class.

The stroking section continued again. This time she went harder, she began to stroke with full force. ''this girl wan fall my hand o'' i tot ''abi, she wan make I cum for my jeans?''

Me: baby pls stop..

Angel: are you sure?

Me: yh, of course. I don't want to cum on myself.

Angel: no problem, I will come visiting on Tuesday, I heard prof. Muhammed will be travelling out of the country so I will come spend sometime with you. Okay.

My John Thomas nodded in Approval.