TRAPPED

CHAPTER 1: Stealing The Man

Yvonne was an introvert. She walked down her street, somewhat oblivious. Neither the enormous throngs of people shuttling down Rumuchakara, nor the incessant noise from the working generators seemed to pull her from this immense state of deliberation. She was stuck on nothing but the constant troubling turmoil of thoughts within her. She wasn't ready. She wasn't ready to confront her greatest fears. She couldn't imagine how he had managed to get to her. It was alarmingly disorienting and unclear. As hard as she tried, she couldn't excogitate. He had driven her into a state of utter confusion and indecisiveness. Every thought of him seemed to make her shiver with excitement. As much as she tried every single time, to occupy her mind with thoughts of something else, he kept on sneaking in at every point, rather rudely and indifferent to her yearns for mental peace. He had given her something to remember tonight. As she walked into her room, she met Ruth who was just coming back from the party. "Ah ah, what's up naa? I didn't see you at the party again", Ruth said to her rather suspiciously. Answering quite agitated and unsteady, she replied, "ehn! I wasn't feeling to well again self. So I decided to just rest". "Then where are you coming from now naa?" Ruth further inquired. "I just decided to go have dinner, so I stepped out some moments ago to buy something to eat." she lied. Dropping the issue, but still rather dissatisfied with the answers, Ruth told her she was going to see a friend. They would talk when she got back, and hastily left the room. Ruth was her roommate for over a year now, they both became roommates when they applied for the basic program at the University of Port Harcourt, a program which gives you a background on your intended course of study, at the same time ushering you into your first year of the course, after a year background study. They had been friends all through basic, till now. They were already in their first year, she studying linguistics and mass communication, and Ruth philosophy. So she knew deep down that Ruth hadn't totally abandoned the topic. She knew she was in trouble. Brushing the thought away, she lay on her bed, alone in the room now, once again she thought of him, and suddenly, felt a little sick over the thought that he was not right here with her anymore. She yearned for his presence. She could still feel his strong arms around her waist, and on her soft but firm butt, clenching to them as foam pads on the bars of a scooter, as he guided her up and down his strong and large groin, making her pussy squirt with ease. Her head twitched with excitement and suddenly the bed felt cold. She knew it was coming again, this dreadful force which he wielded seemingly effortlessly against her. She folded and rolled closer to the wall, trying to create a make believe fantasy, as though she was feeling the warm appealing heat constantly emanating from his chest, but met a cold rough wall. As she let her hands slide down the wall, it felt as when she dragged her hands down his strong sturdy and hairy chest to the ripped mouthwatering abs and finally into his pants. She folded some more and squeezed her boobs, as they yearned for his strong palms on them. She had fallen. And as she folded some more, she could remember every single bit of what happened. She needed him once more, how he made the tip of his tongue run down her neck, kissing them as he tickled his way down to her chest. His strong firm palms rubbing all over her laps and squeezing them with every stretching span. Kissing her chest and dragging the tip of his tongue down, slowly in-between her boobs and squeezing them just at the right angle. How her head spun from uncontrolled pleasure as he licked her nipples and sucked them so good, forming circles around the pores of her nipples, tickling them with the tip of his tongue, and then suddenly making her feel her nipples deep in his mouth sucking them better than any one had ever done before, and that drove her mad. She wanted that. She wanted to feel his strong chest pressing against her boobs as he kissed her intensely and made his hands run slowly over every single part of her body. Nobody made her feel the way he made her feel. He was not her first, neither her second or seventh, as she was not new to the intricacies of a man; but this man; this man was definitely something to reminisce. She slid her hands down her clit to her hotbox, as she thought of how he kept making his wet tongue dance around her G-spot. Sucking her clit and licking it so good, getting her terribly wet and horny. As she slid her index and middle in, she could recall his tongue going slowly in, sucking within as she shouted and moaned from uncontrolled and immense pleasure as he kept on sucking and licking her clit until she begged him to come into her. He disregarded such petitions, and somewhat aggressively sucked her clit as he squeezed her boobs even harder and harder which drove her even crazier. And when she couldn't control the streaming wetness and cream protruding from her vagina he slowly pushed his really big manhood slowly into her, making her feel every single vein on it go slowly inside her, and rub against the walls of her vagina. Banging her harder and harder, making her scream so loud, and clinch to the sheets, even tearing them. Squeezing her boobs, rubbing her nipples as he lashed her harder and harder, and before she knew it she was squirting all over her sheets and jerking, legs quivering and the lips below, blinking from the intense session. Her mouth was dry from the toss. She was weak now. She stood up, mopped the floor, changed the sheets, drank a glass of water and went back to sleep.