Betrayed, But I Still Want Her Pt. 03

The rest of my service year grinded on, and before I knew it, it was time for passing out. The one year I spent as a youth corper in Enugu taught me a lot of things and opened my eyes to a different culture. I was really going to miss everything. It was a great experience I had -- from the not too bright students I taught in the secondary school, to my fellow corpers, the isi-ewu (spicy goat-head) and alcoholic drinks at the local bars at night, and most importantly, my sexual encounters with Amaka. I would guess we had sex at least twice a week all through the rest of my time there. She just couldn't get enough of me and she worshipped her "pet" at every opportunity she could. It got to a point I couldn't handle her high sexual energy and I had to drink a lot of local herbs to keep up with her insatiable appetite.
Sadly, like Nelly Furtado sang, "All good things come to an end". She resumed her course at the University of Port Harcourt a few weeks before I finished my service year. As a farewell, we spent the whole of one community development day in bed. With deep sorrow in her voice and eyes, she told me how much of a great lover I had been to her, and that she would greatly miss me and greatly miss our "battles". I tried to keep my emotions in check, but I still felt a huge knot in my throat that day. Before she left, she grabbed me and gave me a very long and passionate kiss. I told her I would someday pay her a visit in her school once I settled down back at home.
After I got back to Ibadan, I spent the next week resting before I started looking for a job. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack -- almost impossible. I reached out to my previous employers whom I worked for shortly before I started my service year, but they told me they did not have any full-time positions but they would call me if anything came up. From time to time, they would give me something to do. Around that period, I got a job as a marketer in Zenith Bank. I would spend several hours in the hot sun looking for people to open accounts. I did all this for the next year or so until I decided I had enough. Rather than waste my energy looking to bring in millions for a bank who only paid a petty sum, I would rather further myself. I "dusted off my pali" and started applying to foreign schools to further my education. I got in touch with my former roommate who was by then in Canada, and he gave me several tips on how to apply to different schools there. With my good results, I was able to secure an admission to study for my masters.
I left the shores of Nigeria for Canada at the tail end of 2015. Coming from a polar extreme climate, one would think I should have done some research into the weather before leaving. I just wore a plain polo-shirt and jeans, feeling fly and on top of the world. I almost ran back into the plane upon landing in Canada. It was freezing cold!!! My hands had already started to go numb even before I cleared customs and immigration. Luckily, my hosts were already waiting outside and they ushered me to the warmth of their home about an hour's drive away.
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My first semester was tough. I got to learn that schooling in the western world was a totally different ballgame than what we did in Naija. It was not the "cram and pass" or "read the handout" that we were used to. One had to learn the material and apply it to everything. Things as simple as assignments counted towards your final grade. Courses were not based on final exams alone; you had to pass every single quiz, test, homework, and project you were given. You had to be on your toes as even a single bad score could be the difference between passing and failing. It didn't help that as graduate students, you were held to a higher standard than undergraduates. If you fell below a certain GPA, you automatically get on probation. It also did not help that as an international student, one had to maintain status with a full course load. The professors did not care if you had other classes you were taking; you had to do the work. Most of my time was spent in the library or labs working on one assignment, project, reading for a test, or going through material for a class.
I managed to have a respectable grade-point-average that first semester. It wasn't easy, but I managed it. I vowed to put in more effort the next semester; I strategized how I would spend my time to more effect. I reached out to other students in my department who had taken most the courses, and they advised me on which professors to avoid, and those who's courses were the easiest to pass.
It was during this period I met Aneni. She was from Zimbabwe and an international student like me. She was in two of my three classes. I had seen her around the department the semester before, but I didn't know she was a graduate student like me. We sat next to each other in one of our classes one day and when the professor told us all to pair up in groups, she naturally turned to me as we were the only Africans in the class.
She wasn't really that pretty. In bahis siteleri fact, she was quite plain. Don't get me wrong, she was not ugly. Far from it. she just was not the type of girl that turned heads. Tall, just a head shorter than my 6 feet 2 inches, her redeeming qualities were that she had a pretty decent body and fantastic lips - full and pouty. She also had a hearty laugh and smile. Other than that, she was just plain Aneni.
After then we often got together to study. I gave her the materials for her third class as it was one of the classes I took during my first semester. She shared an apartment with one other Brazilian girl just off campus, and once in a while she brought food for me to share with her in the graduate lab.
It so happened one evening that one of our professors gave us all a project to do which was due by the next class meeting. Aneni naturally paired up with me. We agreed to meet on campus for a few hours that weekend. I got down from the bus and walked towards the department. I was surprised to find the entire building locked. Even the library was shut, which was quite unusual. It was then I realized it was a holiday weekend, as there was a public holiday the following Monday. Miffed at myself, I called Aneni to inform her of the circumstances. She told me it was okay, that I could come over to her place and we study there.
She met me at the door and invited me in. She informed me her roommate had travelled for the long weekend, so we had the entire apartment to ourselves. She led me inside and I took a quick look around. While the furnishings weren't expensive or fashionable, they were nice and clean and made the place feel very homely. She asked if I would like a drink and I accepted with thanks. As she went to the fridge I could barely take my eyes off her.
She was wearing a pair of tight cut-off jean shorts, and a white slightly low V-neck t-shirt which was just as close-fitting. I never realized how round and full her boobs were before, but I now definitely noticed how they bounced as she strode across the sitting room floor. They pushed against the fabric of her shirt, the outlines of her bra very evident. She opened the fridge and bent over to get the drink from the bottom shelf, and my eyes must have bulged out of their sockets when I saw the bottom of her ass cheeks sticking out ever so slightly from her shorts.
"Deejay, are you okay?" Her voice snapped me out of my trance. She had turned around with a can of soda in hand.
"Oh sorry, I-I'm fine."
She looked at me suspiciously. "Oookay, 'cos the way you're staring at me is kinda strange."
"Sorry. I'm just a bit tired from the sun."
"Here, have your drink. It will make you feel better."
I reached out to take the drink proffered and our fingers briefly touched. I looked at her and our eyes met. My eyes lowered briefly to her cleavage which was slightly exposed. They stayed there for a few seconds before returning to her face, where I noticed she was looking at me warily. I quickly raised the can to my lips and downed the cool drink before she became more suspicious.
Aneni led me to the dining table and we started studying. It was tough, especially with the way she leaned over to see what I was explaining. Her shirt kept falling open and I was finding it difficult not to steal glances down at her breasts resting on the table, but I managed to focus and concentrate on the task at hand.
After a few hours we were able to get a lot accomplished. We decided to take a short break. Aneni refreshed my drink and invited me to the sitting room. I sat on the small sofa and surprisingly, she sat very close to me. As it was a hot summer afternoon, I was wearing a pair of shorts and shirt. Our bodies barely touched and I glanced down at her smooth, dark laps. I was really tempted to run my palms over her smooth skin, but forced myself not to. We talked about things and nothing in general. As we chatted I realized that Aneni was actually a really nice girl. Her father was a top executive in a bank in Zimbabwe. Her mum worked in one of the federal parastatals. She had an older brother who was a medical doctor.
She just talked on and on. I realized this was a girl who didn't have any friends to talk to. I could hear the loneliness in her voice and realized she was glad she had someone to speak to. By now it was about five o'clock, and the sun through the windows was hot. Aneni's skin was glistening in the heat, and her shirt was sticking to her body. The AC in the building had been shut down for maintenance, and the ceiling fan did not help matters much. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath. We were sitting sideways on the sofa, facing each other. My eyes darted from her eyes to her breasts, to her laps, and back again. I hardly heard what she said and even if she noticed, she never let on that she did.
To this day I never could tell most of what she Aneni talked about, but in my mind, I knew I was fantasizing about her, slowly undressing her, and before I knew it I was rock canlı bahis siteleri hard. My dick was straining to get out of my shorts, and I was unaware how visible it was. Aneni saw the bulge in my shorts and slid closer till out legs touched.
"You seem...distracted." she said, peering into my eyes seductively. She placed a hand gently on my lap and leaned towards me. I closed my eyes and our lips met in a slow, soft kiss. She placed her other hand behind my head and came to me again, and we both kissed each other passionately. Her palm caressed my bulge, and she slowly slipped her hand under the loose hem of my shorts and into my boxers, her fingers lightly teasing the underside of my hardness and running the tips along the bottom of his shaft in a slow, gentle caress. I moaned in response. Our kiss got deeper, and Aneni made a loose ring with her thumb and fingers and ran it up and down the length of my shaft, giving it a couple gentle full-handed pumps that sent waves of pleasure through my body.
I slid my hand underneath her t-shirt and rubbed her back. She slowly pulled her hand out of my shorts and stared at me with dazed and lusty eyes. She lifted off my shirt and kissed my chest, sucked on my nipples before returning to my mouth. I moved my hand around to the front and cupped her breasts through her shirt. I kneaded and squeezed them, pinched her nipples between my fingers, and a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips.
Suddenly Aneni unlocked her lips and stood up. For a moment I thought she had come to her senses, but she got down on her knees between my legs. She unzipped my shorts and lifting my hips, she slid them down to my ankles. She pulled down my boxers roughly, and my dick sprung out and almost slapped her in the face. She took it in her hands and stroked it lovingly.
Aneni smiled into my eyes and I saw a girl consumed by desire. I could only watch as she buried her face into my balls, tonguing me, licking me, sucking each in her mouth before releasing them out with a pop. She slowly dragged her tongue up my shaft and sucked it hungrily like a long-denied popsicle. I could tell I was about to get the best head of my life, and Aneni never looked better than she did right now with me between her lips. She let some saliva drop from her gaping mouth and used it to moisten it. She plunged down slowly and inch by inch she took me into her mouth. I watched in awe as my nearly entire seven inches disappeared. She pressed her lips even tighter around me as she slid back up, her lips sucking the head and making me gasp in pleasure.
"You have a gorgeous dick. I want to taste your cum." Aneni said, her slippery hands stroking me gently. She slapped my meat against her saliva-coated jowls, and then devoured it again. She sucked very hard and massaged my balls. I was getting pretty close at that point, but I desperately wanted this to last. She stopped for a second and pulled her shirt off over her head. She unsnapped her bra and her tits spilled out. Her nipples were big and hard. Her areolas were dark, the size of quarters. I sat up and cupped each in my hands, squeezed them together and teased her erect nipples.
"Aneni, please let me suck your boobs" I begged.
She shook her head and slapped my hands away. "No way. Just sit back and relax."
I was in no mood to argue. I laid back on the couch and Aneni leaned over me. Her breasts dangled over my dick, and she shook them and slapped it with them a few times. She pulled them apart, wrapped them around it, and squeezed them back together. It was still wet from her sucking, so it easily slipped in and out between them, her saliva and sweat providing sufficient lubrication. She gasped in pleasure as I thrust slightly as it slid between her breasts. She only put about two inches into her mouth, sucking the head very hard, and used her boobs to jerk me off. I began to moan and I felt my balls tighten. Aneni moved her mouth faster, and suddenly her teeth grazed the head. That sent me over the edge.
"OH ANENI, I'M ABOUT TO ERUPT!!!!" I groaned.
Aneni immediately released me from her boobs and wrapped her lips tightly around me. Her hand gripped the base and made circular jerking motions. I scrambled to my feet and moaned as I exploded with a vengeance. I gripped my dick with one hand and emptied my balls all over her cheek and in her mouth. It felt like the largest load I had ever released, but she kept sucking, gobbling down everything. Wave after wave of jizz spewed into her mouth, and finally I could see a thick gob of it running out the corner of her lips down her chin through the haze that was my vision.
When my orgasm subsided, she took her mouth off me. She licked and sucked me clean, making sure to get the stuff she didn't take in the first time. I was in a daze...sweat dripped down my brow in faucets and stung my eyes.
"Did you enjoy that?" Aneni asked as she kissed my dick and stroked it softly.
"Yeah I did. Where have you been all my life?" I gasped.
Aneni got off her knees and sat beside canlı bahis me. She reached over and kissed me. I could taste my salty cum mixed with her saliva. I stood up in front of her with my softening dick swinging and towered over her.
"It's your turn now," I said to her smiling face.
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Almost an hour later, I pulled out of her wetness. The eruption was forceful and profuse -- thick jets of hot semen burst forth from me and streaked across her belly. She immediately grabbed me and jerked me off, shuddering uncontrollably as her body was decorated with spurt after spurt of creamy appreciation. She milked me of every ounce of salty goo until I was spent. Her belly received the majority of the spunk, and as the spurts subsided she gathered some with her fingers and played with it, and even brought some to her mouth to taste. We both smiled at each other. I walked over to the kitchen area for some paper towels she pointed out, which I used to clean up the liquefying mess I had made on her body. We both knew there was no way we were going to continue with our work, so we decided to call it an evening and finish up when we resumed back to school.
Aneni and I met up for casual sex regularly from then on. We kept our school studies separate from our sexual life. Most of the time we met up in her place as she was closest to school, but other times she would come to mine. I had by then moved into a small basement apartment about a ten minutes' drive from school. I had also just recently got myself a small car. It was quite old in terms of number of years, but the lady I bought it from had pretty much taken good care of it, so it was quite reliable and took me around without much issues.
We were not dating in the real sense of the word -- it was more like a "friends with benefits" arrangement. We did hang out a lot together in school and whenever I was not on shift at the school cafeteria or with one of the professors that hired me as a teaching assistant, and I always made sure I gave her the best effort I could whenever we ended up in bed, which by that time was fairly regularly. On one of such days, she confessed to me that the way I handled her reminded her of her boyfriend back home in Zimbabwe. I was mildly surprised she had a boyfriend. She confessed to me that she had someone back home whom she had been dating for about three years. He worked as a lawyer in the office of one of the top senators in her country, and was also into importing of vehicles from the neighbouring United States to sell back home since he had so many contacts. They did talk almost every other day, and they planned to get engaged once she returned from her studies. I asked her what she was doing with me when she already had a man, and she just shrugged. She said she knew even before she left Zimbabwe that she was going to have an affair, and she just wanted to experience a fling one last time before settling down. What she had no foreseen was how good the sex was going to be. It was at par, or even better, than what she had with her man, and he was no novice in bed either. She apologized for not telling me sooner, but the sex we had was so good, she was afraid I would end it if she had. I was the only other man who made her achieve multiple orgasms during sex. She said she was sorry for making me feel as if she was just using me to satisfy her sex urges. I told her I was not upset or anything, only that I would have appreciated it if she had told me earlier. I also said as long as she doesn't decide one day to quit cold-turkey, we can continue having all the fun we wanted with no strings attached.
We continued for the rest of our graduate program, even up to a few weeks after we graduated. Her journey back home was coming fast, and a few days to when she was to leave for Zimbabwe, we took a trip together to Niagara Falls where we spent a few days sightseeing and enjoying each other's company for the last time. Our final night together was intense. For the first time she said she wanted us to fuck raw. That was quite surprising as she had always insisted I use a condom on her anytime we had sex. It was like she wanted to leave a mark on me to remember her by. She was insatiable and voracious in our love making that night. I had to work very hard to keep up with her intensity, and at a point I was so carried away I did not notice the tears pouring down her face. Each twist of her delicate waist brought me closer and closer, and when I finally crested my peak, she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and begged me to cum inside her. Another surprising first. Her strong legs held me in place and I groaned and burst gallons inside her. A few days later, I saw her off to the airport. I hugged and kissed her for the last time before she departed.
After Aneni left, I didn't have anyone to hang around with, so I spent most of my time at home watching TV or surfing the internet for jobs. My dad told me not to come back home to Nigeria as there was nothing worth coming home to. He would rather I stayed back and worked on my permanent residency. I had by now been in Canada for about two years, and with my masters' degree, it was easy for me to get a Post-Graduation Work Permit. It was just getting the job that was the challenge.