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CHAPTER 3: FRIDAY THE 13TH, PART 2.

... He walked in smiling so flirtatiously at her. He picked up the charger as she watched him, Leaning her body on the adjacent wall and roving her eyes all over his body. Biting her lips and rubbing her laps together. He picked up the charger; put it in his pocket and walked up to her. Just a few centimeters from her; he smiled, licked his lips and chewed on them. She loved that, she wanted him to kiss her and fuck her right there. He leaned in, put his hands on the wall, as if resting in on her. He drew closer to her, staring directly in her big black and sexy eyes. She could feel her heart racing faster. Her blood flowing at increased velocity and speed. She licked her lips once more. He grinned again, and chewed on his once again. Damn!! She loved that. She could also feel her thighs getting a little oily, from the sweet nectar drizzling down slowly from her pussy. He was getting her really wet and ensorcelled by just staring at her. "OK. I'd be taking my leave." He said, walking to the door. She stood aghast, and moped unbelievably. She couldn't believe he didn't kiss her. "OK. Let me see you off." She replied rather morosely. Not noticing the melancholy demeanor, he walked out the door and leaned on the wall just outside. She came out and locked the door. "Are you..." She pulled him from his shirt and kissed him without allowing him complete his question. She kissed him so deeply. Transferring every bit of emotion and how she felt about him through her lips, and when she disconnected, he could feel this enthralling, and overwhelming bursts of emotions rattling within him. He couldn't help but kiss her back. And she looked him in the eyes and smiled rather propitiously. At that moment, he felt quite auspicious about her, and the kiss and everything. In that moment, in those split seconds, in that trice, he was contented and happy.

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8pm
Yvonne accompanied Damien down the street, laughing and smiling at him. They were the envy of onlookers, as he wrapped his hands around her waist and she leaned in on his shoulders. She was just about his shoulder height, and as they walked down he teased her height, and they both laughed at it. She loved it that way. He fulfilled her ideal idea of a man when it came to tallness. She loved everything about him, and as she walked down the street with him, she felt so safe, secure, contented, and happy with him. She was already falling for him. She wanted it to stay that way, she wanted this happiness she felt right now to continue, and she planned on doing anything to keep him, little knowing what will soon befall her. "I would love to walk you down to your house, so I know the place whenever I want to come visit you again" she suggested, "and don't tell me it's too late." She added. Damien agreed and they both walked to 3J's Villa, Damien's hostel accommodation off the campus, on green aisle. On getting to the door, Damien could sense Roy was back and smiled. As they entered, Roy was just coming out of the bathroom, poised to relax and sleep. Damien did the introduction and familiarities, and winked Roy, and without any further lingering or filibustering, he left the room.
As he locked the protective gate which enclosed the self-contain, and locked the door, he turned to meet Yvonne's lips, Kissing him, and her hands moving all over his chest. She could feel his heart beat beating faster, and that was exactly what she wanted right now, a crazy Damien. She wanted to see his crazy side, she wanted him to go as crazy as he made her, each time he dimmed his sexy eyes at her. She moved her hands down to his joggers and squeezed his putz. He moaned and groaned from pleasure as she squeezed it, making his schlong, hard and long. He moaned some more and lifted her up from her laps, she flowed with the rhythm and wrapped her legs round his waist. Hitting her back on the wall, and pressing his chest on her boobs and her back on the wall, he kissed her neck and licked it, making her pudenda go up and down against his boy, turning her on the more. He licked her necked, kissing all over, his tongue wiggling and tickling all over her neck, making her moan and shout really softly and tenderly. She could feel him, making her body ache and beg for more while he wrapped his strong arms around her, putting her on the bed, and kissing her chest. Making her feel his palms on her boobs, squeezing them, so damn good as he kissed her lips non stop. She was already wet as fuck, and her laps greased from the cream pie protruding out her labia. She moaned and squeezed the sheets as he dragged his tongue down from her neck to her boobs, taking of her top and bra, he sucked her nipples. Licking them really good, biting them so sweetly with his lips and licking them on and on. She could feel his palms on her boobs, squeezing them really hard as he kept on licking her tits, and sucking her nipples, driving her totally mad and, making her go insanely crazy. He dragged his tongue down from her nipples, licking her tommy, kissing her oblique's, kissing her sides, then her navel, and dragging the tip of his fingers down to her pussy and slowly massaging her clit with his four fingers as he licked and sucked her navel making her shout and moan really loudly. He took off her trousers and panties and made her feel his tongue on her pussy, sucking it, licking it, making her feel the tip of his tongue wiggle and dangle on the tip of her clit. He sucked her so well, she could feel his tongue all over her pussy getting her so wet, making her pussy contract and making her cum over and over again. She couldn't help it even if she tried, for she was crying and screaming from uncontrolled sexual pleasure, as he squeezed her boobs really hard and pushed his tongue inside of her pussy, sucking her from the inside. She was close to running nuts; her pudenda kept contracting, and cum flowed uncontrollably out of her pussy. Her legs were quivering, she wanted him right now. No more, no less, just all of his big large putz deep inside her pussy. He drove her insane and she liked it, as he lay there on her, his mouth all over her pussy, eating it so damn good, while his smooth palms traversed the intricacies of her finely sculpted banana udders. He knew exactly how to lock her up in a sexual paradise, away from everything that bothered her. She forgot every single thing, even her name when he went down on her. He looked her in the eye, smiling menacingly at her, as he wiggled the tip of his tongue faster than ever on her clit, making her moan and push his face further up on her pussy. "Damien pleaseee..." she begged. She'd been begging for a long while now, and he paid no pertinent attention to her petitions for his dick deep inside her. His head flowing with thoughts of nothing but sexual wickedness, bathed in the aqua of sexual revelry, making her feel nothing but absolute and undiluted titillation. As he lay there sucking and licking the living day out of her pussy, the only thoughts, which seemed to plunder his mental hemispheres right now, where thoughts of how to make her pussy remember him. She grabbed him by the chin, and looked at him, staring him in the eyes, in the moist seductive, alluring, and sexy way she could think off, and muttered to him, "Damien please, Damien please fuck me." He smiled at her, and brought out his big large groin, finally acquiescing to her pleas, and slowly guiding it into her pussy, making her feel every single vein on his dick glide and press against her vagina walls. She could feel his dick going slowly into her pussy, going deeper and deeper into her pussy and she loved it. It drove her crazy, and she wanted him to slam harder into her. She looked him in the eyes, holding his arms, as they wedged strongly beside her shoulders, giving her a perfect view of his chest and the scenario down south. He pulled out, held up her legs, put each of them on each of his shoulders, and fucked her as hard as he could, slamming his dick deeper and deeper into her pussy every time, lashing her harder, making her scream and shout and squirt uncontrollably. Modifying and switching from the butterfly to the missionary, he fucked her even better, making her squirt and cum all over again. She wanted more; she didn't want him to stop. Suddenly pulling out from her, he smiled at her as he pulled up his joggers and said to her, "you won't get all of me today, dress up, it's getting late let me see you off." She smiled at him rather unbelievably, got up, put on her clothes and kissed him.