My young life

chapter 2

Selecting a campus that was suitable was a challenging task especially since; I was a last born and my parents were heavily weighing in on my choice to go to a city away from home since they wanted me to stay around. But I really wanted to go away and start over on my own. I could tell that life was going to be so much fun as I waited for acceptance letters from the places I had applied to and I was elated when three letters came to our mail box and Riverview campus was the nearest one of the three which was about seventy kilometers away and so it was decided. I began shopping and packing for college with the help of my parents. And on the orientation day my dad took me there and helped me settle before going back home. Finally, I was on my own. I was going to be in charge of my own decisions and I couldn’t wait for that to happen. I was expecting a lot of adventure, parties and maybe a little bit of drugs like I had seen in movies and I could not wait to experience all that.

I was a very eager student. I was very excited to finally live in a city far away from my parents and live the best years of my life without restraint. I signed up for my classes, attended orientation, and I was quite happy with my school. I was pursuing a Bachelor of Arts in music minor since music was my passion together with Bachelor of Science in physics as a major, quite an unusual course for a girl to partake but I had a liking for science and physics fascinated me. It was during the first week of lessons at Riverview campus that I met Johns the first friend I had made besides my pretty roommate, Belle, who was very artsy with makeup like she was even studying Fashion and Beauty. Johns was in the same class as me, and thus it was easy to find a topic of conversation. He was really funny but always had sweaty hands. I couldn’t tell what it was with him, but my pheromones were calm around him. Thus I figured that he would make a great friend, yes just a friend.

Due to my poor social skills, it took quite a while to make friends. I used to attend classes and bolt once they were done. Thus I never had many friends from class apart from Johns who for some reason ticked my running instincts; I would exeunt whenever I saw him, it was quite interesting.  Since I was pursuing a physics major, it would make me almost want to pull out my hair when some questions and assignments would not seem right or workable therefore I made it an aim to look for a study partner or a classmate of any sort.
It was a Friday afternoon after a lecture in quantum energy that I decided to hang around in school for a while after the lessons. I saw Johns approaching, and I restrained from running and stayed. He greeted me I replied and smiled, and that was that. A few more new faces greeted me too then finally a chirpy girl with blonde hair approached me. “Hi, my name is Tiffany what about you? “She was smiling cheerfully. I really reconsidered introducing myself, did I really want her as a friend? I subconsciously stretched out my arm and said,” I’m Kaymee. A pleasure to meet you.” And that was how I met one of my closest friends Tiffany. Through Tiffany, I met Casey, and that was my first circle of a friend on the campus.
I later found out that Tiffany and I were in the same hostel and thus we would mostly do assignments together and my schoolwork became simpler. Casey, on the other hand, lived on the outskirts of campus, and we would go there to hang out sometimes. At first, the two were relying on me for notes and assignments since they could occasionally miss lectures, but once we got past that our bond developed and we would talk about many things. In our little trio, Tiffany was the outgoing one because she went out to most parties, school events, and trips. Casey was the quiet church girl, and not a single Sunday did her miss church. I was the study buddy who did all the assignments and followed up on school work and went to church on Saturdays, well once in a while. It didn’t take long before Tiffany started asking me why I did not go to parties. My answer was always that I was timid and that a party was not my scene. She then decided to bring the scene to me. One Friday evening while I was watching anime, she came to my room and invited me for a game of spin the bottle.  As much as I did try to decline, I could not escape Tiffany’s convincing skills, and I found myself at her room with six other girls and a bottle of vodka. That was the very first time I got drunk on campus it was a fun night. There were so many bold dares and a lot of kissing going around but mostly fun. It was like that night unlocked a little bit more of my hidden self. It was the very first time I experienced change within me, like I was ready to face the world and challenge it.
Things escalated fast, and before knowing it, I accepted an invitation from Ryan, a boy I was talking to the next weekend. Ryan was a nice guy from the textual conversations I was having with him. He liked cartoons, cooking and good music he sounded like such a sweetheart. I had met him once on the campus. It had happened so fast, like some soap opera scene. I was walking to class, and it was slightly drizzling, and I was holding an umbrella, then I saw Ryan approaching me with a charming smile. The first thing I had noticed about him was that he was very tall, a perfect height since I was really tall it was nice to see a guy taller than me. Despite the cold weather, he was wearing shorts and baseball shoes that looked really good on him. He then introduced himself, and we exchanged contacts. The whole scene occurred on a drizzling morning in the infamous red square where we had a short conversation before continuing my sojourn to class. It had been a very memorable encounter, and I was enthralled about it for a better part of the day. As a result, I decided to step out of my shell and visit him on Saturday. We met at the campus gate and took a bus to his home. It was well organized for a guy. Everything was neat and well placed. He cooked for me quite a delicious meal, spaghetti, and meatballs. We watched a movie and took a nap it was a perfect day. He pecked me and gave me a nice hug, and I took a bus back home. There had been nothing wrong during that date, and I looked forward to more. Over the next two weeks, Ryan would show up at my class and gift me with cakes, biscuits and other sugary stuff since he knew I was a sugar freak. I was impatiently waiting to feel a spark in me that was described in novels, but I could not feel it.
My friends were happy for me, and they could not understand whenever I told them that I was tired and fatigued being around Ryan since he was such a darling. The next time Ryan invited me to his place Tiffany took her time to make me look pretty for him. Once she was done, I could not even recognize myself. I was not a fan of makeup, but once in a while, I wanted to feel like a girl. When he showed up to pick me, Ryan was mesmerized. That time we took a cab and got to his place quicker. He had prepared another delicious meal which I thankfully ate. We watched another movie, and things escalated. He unhooked my bra, kissed me, kissed my neck, ears, and other areas, but it still did not feel right. There was no spark; he did not make my heart beat faster, his kissing felt all sloppy like a starter and to make it worse, he bit me on the lower lip, and I felt a lump growing. It was a big turn off for me. He stretched his hands leading them towards my pants. I suddenly stopped him, I could not do it at all, and it did not just feel right there was no connection at all. He never asked why, he just held me, and we cuddled with our upper bodies touching until later that evening. I then got up, dressed and got ready to leave.
My face has always been my weakness; I cannot control what is displayed on it no matter what. Ryan noticed that I was sad and asked why but I told him that everything was fine as I tied my laces and that I was just tired. He suggested that I could spend the night, but I just couldn’t. I told him that I had to leave and he took me to the bus stop and I went back to my hostel. The darkness shrouded the lump on my lip, and I was thankful for it as I made my way through town to the hostel. I got to my room, and Belle was laughing at me. I guess it looked awful. She asked what had happened, I smiled and said that I had fallen and got bruised. She did not seem satisfied but did not question further. I laid in bed and thought deeply about my next course of action and decided that I would not drag myself through something that did not spark any emotion within me. I wondered how to break the news to Ryan since he was such a nice person. Never once had he said anything out of place that would spark my anger. After deeply considering and deliberating on all my options I decided to tell him via text since I was always braver behind a screen. I told him that he was nice and such a lovely person, but it could simply not work out since  I really could not feel any chemistry between us and that was how it ended ideally, but I also did not like how he was too’ careful ‘around me. It was discouraging. But all in all that was the end of my short-lived first romance story on the campus.
The next day as Tiffany came for the details she was quite shocked that I had broken up with Ryan. She mocked and laughed at my swollen lip. Nevertheless, we were all sad since I would no longer be getting cakes and gifts from Ryan. They had been the epitome of our weeks on campus. Casey, on the other hand, took the news happily as she said that she did not like how tired I had gotten over the past few weeks of associating with Ryan and thus she was happy that I was back to myself.
Life continued as usual, and as it was approaching November, toward the end of the semester, I met another guy, his name was Dustin. In Dustin’s case, we started slow, with regular greetings, handshakes, then hugs, then tight hugs, then really tight hugs. He was outstanding at giving out hugs, and that made me look forward to our meetings. I could feel a spark every time he touched me. He was older than me and thus was more mature. He took me out on real dates. We ate, watched movies and he made me so happy that I was glowing. I got comfortable around him, and it was quite a nice feeling. The end of semester exams approached, and I got busy with exams, and when I was done, Dustin took me out for a final date right before I went home. We ate at a fancy hotel, bought a bottle of wine and took a cab to his place. His hand didn’t leave my thighs the whole ride home, he kept tracing and retracing rubbing up and down almost reaching my crotch then stopping just shy of it .it was driving me insane and I couldn’t wait for us to get to our destination. When we got there, we kissed while he pinned me against the door his lips left mine and he traced kisses along my jawline down to my neck as he works the zipper of my dress and slowly slipped it off my shoulders. I let it slide off my shoulders and pulled my hands off it and it fell, pooling at my feet. He took a step back and stared and I felt a little self-conscious standing there in my underwear. I stepped towards him and we began kissing again I worked the buttons of his shirt and he pulled it off of him. I then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers which he kicked off as he worked the hooks of my bra swiftly. I pulled down his briefs and his eager manhood sprung out looking very ready to explore me, he carried me to the bedroom and lay me on the bed and pulled off my underwear. He then went to get a condom put it on and came back. I was really ready for him, so wet that my juices were flowing then he slowly eased himself into me. It was quite a good feeling, a little painful but quite good. I pulled him close wanting to feel more of him, but that was it. He came, grunting deeply and collapsing on top of me. I was very disappointed. I could not even fathom what had just happened. I had been made to expect a lot, but my expectations crumbled. I could feel the energy drain right out of me .At least there was a bottle of wine to wash it all down or away. He pulled out of me and apologized promising to do better the next time. I smiled and lied that it was fine. I really wanted to leave, but I didn’t know where I was and it was really late so I calmed down and reached for the bottle of wine, opened it and chugged straight from it. It was going to be a long night, I could feel it.
He put on some music, and I danced to it. I even performed a strip tease for him. I was quite tipsy; I even gave him a lap dance in my underwear. He asked if we could go another round, I was feeling horny, so I jumped on him hoping that he would do better this time because everybody deserves a second chance, right?. He quickly unhooked my bra again and lay me on the couch. He pulled off my panties and sniffed at them. I could feel myself flush with embarrassment.
“You smell lovely, I could devour you. “He said as he slowly parted my legs raising one to rest on the back of the couch. My hands instinctively reached to cover my exposed lady bits. He slowly took them and pinned them with one of his on the arm of the couch. He slowly began rubbing my clitoris before bending his head and running his tongue against it. At this moment my moans were uncontrollable, and the feeling was beyond description, out of this world. He licked and licked until I was pulsing then his finger entered my vagina while his tongue kept licking. He kept going until I could feel him massage my g spot. It was not long before I felt my orgasm building and I came screaming and clutching on his arm. He smiled and wrestled on a condom before easing into me again and pounding into me very hard and very fast and by the time I was done I was still trembling from my second orgasm.
I felt sleepy after that. Dustin got a wet towel and wiped me down and carried me to bed, kissed my forehead and tucked me in. I remember thinking that he was not so bad after all before drifting to sleep. I woke up the next morning feeling a little sore. Dustin was still snoring beside me. I got up and went to pee before going back to bed. He was already awake, so I decided to go shower instead. I went back to the washroom and turned the shower on and stood under the hot stream. He soon came and joined me. He lathered me up, and I did the same for him. We played in the shower for a while before getting out. I was covered in a towel and headed straight to the kitchenette. I found some juice and gulped it straight from the packet I then felt Dustin’s arms around my waist. I placed the packet on the counter and slowly turned to face him.
“Kaymee…you’ve not spoken a word the whole morning is everything okay?” well everything was okay. I was just not that comfortable around him. He was mostly serious, so I had to tread carefully around him since I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
“I’m fine. Just hungry.” I replied quietly and tried to shimmy my way from his grasp. He chuckled and held me tighter. “Dustin stop! “ I screeched as he lifted me and placed me on the kitchen counter and positioned himself between my legs. My towel had come loose during the brief struggle, and I had pooled around my waist. My arms instinctively went around my chest.
“Why are you so insecure around me?” he asked slowly untangling my arms from my chest. I smiled and let my hair cover my face.
“I am not insecure.” I blatantly denied looking at him through the strands of hair. He let go of my arms and tucked the hair behind my ear. He then leaned in to kiss me.
“You are beautiful.” He murmured against my lips. My legs wrapped around him and I leaned into him. The soft kiss turned aggressive real quick, and before I knew it another condom was torn, and he was inside me. He lasted a few seconds longer than the first round and again I was disappointed. It pained me to keep smiling and saying it was okay. I got it the shower, cleaned up and got ready to leave. I was quite unsatisfied. Dustin was nice, but I could not keep getting disappointed every single time we got together. Right there and then I decided I wouldn’t see him again. I simply left and took a bus back to campus packed up and left for the Christmas holidays. It had been a long semester, and I needed a break.
All through the holiday, I ignored Dustin’s calls and messages. Dustin was too serious with me. Being older than me, he really wanted me to settle with him which I simply could not do as I was still discovering myself. I never spoke about that night with him again. I just let the communication slip until we were estranged again. Really even though there was a connection, it did not seem to be the right one. I left all the thoughts behind and enjoyed my Christmas holiday before school resumed.