Campus Lifestyle: Episode 1.

Hello friends! I bring greetings to all of you from my mother land Nigeria. My name is @kingdouglas and I'm still new in steemit. I'm a writer and a story teller. I find this community the best for me to be posting my articles that I title: Campus Lifestyle. Campus Lifestyle will tell the stories I gathered from my experiences back then in the university.

It will come in series which I'll name Episode, this particular post is Episode 1 of my Campus Lifestyle stories. Thank you for having me in #steemforlifestyle community, enjoy reading.

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PLEASE NOTE!

• The story is not based on real events, it's a fictional story.
• The story may contain mature terms.
• Reader discretion is advised.

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One of the very first "aim" I had hoped to achieve in my first year on campus was to get a regular girlfriend. Probably a good loving girl I hope would be sex-hungry as I was and satisfy each others desire. I had this desire of being one of the Playboy around the campus. Not just a Playboy, but one with "steeze." So I intended to keep my hair until it became long enough so I could braid it and use it to pull out the hot girls on campus. I did not keep long hair at home, but here on campus, I knew I could live just the way I wanted and no one would rebuke me.

During my registration process, I was amazed by the number of pretty damsels I came across. Well, during my first semester in this school, I was so busy that I never had enough time for girls as much as I would have liked. Engineering drawing had me always busy and drawing shits I don't even understand. It was one course I didn't like much, but then people said it could keep you in this school for years, so I had to put in much effort.

There were also a couple of assignments. My course of study was Urban and regional planning. Anyone familiar with this department will know how hectic it could be studying the course. But then we were just in year one and most courses we did was general with every other department in year 1 except for few COurses.

My first semester was quite hectic. We wrote tons of tests, did assignments and prepared for exams as well. Inasmuch as I wanted to live life to the fullest, I still carried my academic life along. I didn't want any carryover. Futo was damn exhausting. I don't know for other schools though. Fast forward to our first semester exam. That was when I met and got acquainted with one pretty girl, Tessy. Her real name is Theresa.

Tessy was my course mate. She resumed almost a month after the semester began. She was charming and had a striking dimples that set her aside from my course mates. Her skin colour was another part of Tessy I admired. Spotless face and smooth glowing skin. What actually fueled our relationship was the day we sat together during one of the exams.

She was wowed, I delivered 70% of the answers to her. She would have probably submitted nearly empty sheets that day. But I was like a saviour to her. She took my number and that was the genesis of how our relationship began. Tessy also laughed a lot, though I wasn't much of a joker, but I managed to make her enjoy laughing and I knew she liked our friendship company or whatever we called it.

After our exams, we went home for break and never heard from each other till the following semester. She actually lost her phone before we traveled, so she took my number and said she would call during the holidays, but her call never came through. When next Tessy and I met, she apologized that she misplaced the paper she had written my number on.

Two weeks after resumption for second semester, I made a stupid move by revealing my feelings and intention to be Tessy's boyfriend. She actually laughed over it, which made me more embarrassed. At the end of the day, she said she already got a boyfriend. I didn't bother asking if the boyfriend was also a student or not.

I was just pained she got someone already. That was the first time I had a taste of rejection from a girl, and it was shattering and hurtful. But when that was over, it made me become a little bit conserved. For a while I said to myself that I wasn't going to ask any girl out again because I was scared of being rejected.

I made my second semester much exciting compared to the first semester. I gradually became friends with many girls, mostly girls from school of biological science (SOBS). Sosc extension was one of the popular lecture hall guys usually camp to toast girls. I didn't go further than being a platonic friend with the ones I mingled with. It turned out my first semester on campus ended without me having a girlfriend or even having any form of sex. I just hope that the next session would be better.

I came for the next section more prepared than I was for the one before it. I got myself new good clothes and smart shoes just to drip along with the ballers on campus. I never looked average on lecture halls. I equally made male friends too. Chizzy, Ken, Saga and Victor. With them, I went for most of the parties on campus and sometimes the clubs in town and the ones that were newly opened along Umuchima and Obinze.

One day at one of the club, Chizzy introduced me to a friend of his, Anita, a dark skin and pretty girl, probably 21 or 20. She wore a black skirt that showed off her thighs. Her crop top too, was revealing her watermelons. A part of me felt Chizzy was setting me up on a date with Anita right there. They all knew I had no girlfriend and had always wanted to hook me up with anyone they had the chance to. Among them, I was the only one without a girlfriend.

The music was blaring from an unseen stereo that we hardly hear ourselves. I would have asked that we go outside and probably talk where it was less noisy, but I was damn interested in dancing with her. Anita, let me hold her big hips and rubbed my crotch against her big bum, even pushing my erection against her big bum. Also pushing my erection against her so she felt it. I hadn't been that intimate with a lady for a long time, so I struggled to control what was growing hard in my trousers.

"I like the way you dance." I whispered in her ears. She simply smiled at me, but barely did I know she was letting me grind my erection against her for a reason, until when she suddenly stood and told me if I was going to talk "business" or not. I stood there shocked and wondered what kind of business unit she was talking about in the middle of the dance floor in the club. She was a student, which soon dawned on me.

There were many young girls in the club that night. It was ladies free night and they had all trooped in with hopes of meeting big men in turn town who would take them home and give them Some huge money after climbing the bed with them. Then I was so naive that I didn't know all these things until later, when Anita realized I couldn't afford the bills for the night, She politely excused herself, leaving me to stand there alone.

Damn, I felt so embarrassed and ashamed, so confused as I left the club and went outside, scrolling through my phone. Eventually when I talked to Chizzy about the incidents, dude laughed so hard at me, I was really mad at him for setting me up with such care, knowing I had no money to pay her. Chizzy pleaded and assured me that he would arrange another meeting with Anita.

Few days later, he asked me to accompany him to Umuchima (off campus). A small community close to school, but it's majorly occupied by students. When we go to Umuchima, he took me to a one storey building. I can't remember the name of the lodge though. When we entered, we got to room 20 and he stopped. He knocked. And when the door opened, I saw Anita standing there yawning and stretching her arms, looking So unlike the girl I had met in the club some days ago.

So, she was packaging herself all this while. I was shocked and wanted to hit Chizzy for not telling me he was bringing me to Anita's place, but Anita didn't even know who I was until Chizzy reminded her about the guy he had introduced to her in the club. "Oh' she said when recognition finally setting in, and she stared at me, chuckled, apologized and chuckled again.

Chizzy then said he was leaving, that he needed to attend to something. A very awkward moment for me that I didn't know what to make of her. And she kept quiet most of the time, too. None of us wanted to discuss about the incidents in the club, we just talked about other relevant stories about school. I would gaze at Anita and ask myself several questions, like is she a hooker or a student who needed to transact her body for money to pay her bills? Maybe she just did it for the fun of it. I really intended to ask her all these, but I didn't.

When finally Chizzy returned looking, so smiley-faced, I knew he must have gone to bang one Chick while I endured an extremely awkward time with Anita. On our way back, he asked if we had done it or even kissed, I looked at him and asked him if he was OK. Chizzy's laughter was pure definition of mockery and I knew it.

After that very day, I started to visit Anita and spent good time with her until she became comfortable enough to tell me a bit about her true life story. According to her, she was an orphan and barely get support from her family and relative, which resulted to her wayward life. This was what she told me. I felt sorry for her, but never question her motives at all. My mind was already made-up that I was only there for the sex that I hoped would come out of whatever it was that was to happen between Us.

That evening Anita told her story. I notice her saddened mood was almost resulting to tears, I heard her in my arms and we shared a kiss. A deep passionate kiss. I would have gone further, but I decided not to. The more I tried to shut the voices in my head, the more weaker I became, but I managed to overcome. That act seemed to pay off in the events that ensured when I visited her the next evening. I hadn't even prepared for it.

I had bought her a plate of Supreme Vanilla ice cream from a nearby supermarket and was only going to check on her when Anita locked the door behind her after she had ushered me in and literally pounced on me.

Her kiss was voracious like she wanted to devour my lips. I let the ice cream drop from my hand and grab Anita's butt. She was putting on a short black skirt. I left my hands go beneath it and grabbed her flesh to find out there was no pants beneath the skirt. This skin was so smooth and warm.

The story has just begun, To be continued..