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CHAPTER 2: FRIDAY THE 13TH, PART 1.

4am

"Fuck me baby, fuck me hard! Choke me! Strangle me! Show me no fucking mercy D, fuck that pussssss.." Tiara crying and moaning at the top of her voice as she creamed on Damien's dick, staining the sheets also. Damien and Tiara enjoyed a mutualistic relationship. Damien helped her with her emotional trauma; he was always there for her. He always made out time for her and he really loved her. At least she thinks he does. And in return, she allowed him go through her thighs any fucking time he wanted to. Tiara was a complicated girl. She was raped at the age of 9. Her therapist had noted she had evolved rather "outwardly" rather than the popular "inwardly", as when girls are raped, they mostly tend to withdraw and disgust the male specie or go all out, feeling worthless and useless, thereby letting anybody in, Lacking self-control, the therapist had told her. Tiara had become this way. She had little or no control over it. She was barely 19 but that hole was as wide as the fucking Atlantic. Even a large boat could get lost in there. In addition to that, almost every guy on green aisle, had well, taken a boat trip in those waters, acknowledging and testifying to the "diversity", "spaciousness", and "vastness" of her "ocean". Damien only "resulted" to tiara when "conditions" Had gotten really dire and critical. And this time, "conditions" had really gotten dire and critical. His game has been a little of lately, and for a long while, 4 days specifically, Damien had not had sexual intercourse with a girl, hence, Tiara. Getting up, Damien went for a shower, Tiara followed. Rubbing his dick once more under the hot steamy shower, while sucking his nipples , and going to give him the blow job of his life, Damien backed her up against the wall and fucked her again, lifting her up, and making her feel his dick deep inside her. She screamed, and moaned, and squirted all over the bathroom tiles. They both fulfilled the intended tasks which brought them to the lavatory; fuck again, then bathe.

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10am

"Roy! What's up man? When you coming man? School is boring dude. You're supposed to be my roomie keeping me company. How can you do that when you're at home, "sucking mamas' breasts"?" "Ha-ha... D I'd be back by 4pm man, not done "sucking" ha-ha... Don't miss me too much man" Roy replied Damien. These two just flowed together like fluids with zero viscosity. Funny thing is they had no prior history before college. They both met at the university. And since they were both studying civil engineering, they just acquiesced into becoming roommates. They were both happy they did. For the mutual understanding between this two were off the charts. Both playboys, both studying civil engineering, both love basketball, both not having a girlfriend. The similarities were becoming alarmingly striking. There was once this occasion, were Roy played a fast one on a girl in their compound. Told her he had a girlfriend who he had broken up with and was recovering from the psychological and emotional aftermath. Not a lie per say, considering that, at one point or another in his life, Roy most surely and most likely had a girl who thought she was his girlfriend, and who he must have made think was his girlfriend. And concerning the recovery, well, ok that was a lie. But then that would only make the statement, half-truth, and from Roy and Damien's perspective, that was a big deal. These guys had their lips reeling with sweet lies. The make believe sensation of trust, loyalty, faithfulness and love, tickled the fancy of most college girls. They yearned for this intimate and happy relationship. A relationship filled with nothing but happiness and bliss. They wanted a Hollywood movie, and damn right, the producers were on set, Roy and Damien. They had both, in one way or the other understood the female psychic, and adapted their methods to achieve survival. It was a classical evolution story. Roy was not a rake though, but an ideal lover. And more of an introvert, and a snub, with a rude demeanor, he always seemed more appealing, when a girl had finally gotten him to open up. Telling Fegiro, popular known as FJ, about his emotional breakdown aroused a lot of sympathy and a desire to make a difference. And before you knew it, they were fucking, or allegedly dating, as FJ would have put it. Being a smart girl, FJ knew something was up, and Roy may not have been exactly sincere about his history, and how he felt about her. So she came around the room unannounced only to meet a girl getting up to leave. Roy hugged her and told her he'd be back, Leaving Damien and FJ together. Trying to be smart and tricky, she asked an unsuspecting Damien, who had not been informed of the relationship between the two; "So my cousin now has a girl hunh?" she asked rather fond of the idea. "Ha-ha, a girlfriend? I know nothing of the sort. They're just friends, although lately he's been ranting about how he's crazy about a particular girl and madly in love with her. Wouldn't tell me her name or show me her picture" Damien replied rather anonymously and implicatively. "Could you just be the girl? You sure look his type, and amazingly beautiful and sexy for a certainty" Damien flattered. She wasn't that beautiful, neither was she that sexy. By Damien and Roy's rating, the "max 10" rating, she was barely a 4. They rated the worth and beauty of a girl with numbers ranging from 1 to 10. Higher numbers on the scale, showed a more beautiful girl. Feeling special, she blushed. Getting a straw from her actions, he knew she was fucking Roy. And they gisted some more, telling her all the made up, wonderful things Roy had told him about her. After a while, Roy walked into the room. "This is FJ, you should know her, and she stays in the compound, she's my girl". "Oh, that one you've been telling me about?" Damien asked Roy, feigning familiarity. "Yeah, she's the one" Roy simpered rather menacingly. And the coup was over. The battle was won and she was convinced of Roy's dedication towards her. They didn't last long, as Roy soon cut off the relationship. With that Damien hung up the call and went to sleep.