THE STUDENT: A tale of love, lust, sex and the struggle of a poverty stricken student’s life

by A. Archie

  I turned her the other way round facing her back to me, she was lying on her tummy. I licked her arse, made it slippery with my saliva then put my index finger in and moved in and out to make it wider for my cock. Super tight. I inserted my cock and my tip seemed to get stuck inside. I fucked her arse slowly as she moaned in pain and pleasure. I could not distinguish which. I switched between her arse and vagina from behind as she was lying on her tummy and fucked her hard. She came several times as I switched between her holes. Jordan was a good fuck and she likes a good pounding. I turned her again and sat on her mouth. I let her lick my balls, cock, in between legs and my arse. Then I fucked her mouth deep in as she gurgled. Her boobs rubbed my bum and arse as I sat over her while fucking her mouth.

  My cock was covered in her saliva. I rubbed my tip over her nipples and boobs then moved my cock up and down in between her boobs and came in her mouth. She swallowed me cum then sucked my cock dry. What a way to finish work on a Sunday evening. I needed to drop her back home before her phone rings again. Besides, I had to be at Cargill’s by 9.00pm for the night shift.

  As Jordan was getting dressed, I grabbed her wet black shorty knickers, kissed and smelt it and asked “Could I keep this”. She smiled approvingly. I kissed her and she said “I never done this before”. “Would you like to do it again” I asked. “Oh yeah” she kissed my lips saying.

  7.30pm, I dropped her off near her house. I watched her till she disappeared into her driveway as it was dark. She walked slowly, it was not her normal walk being her arse and fanny getting fucked hard for the very first time.

  This girl is good. Should I drop Faye for her? I wondered. Faye does not make my heart pound. She does not make me blush. She does not make me shiver. She does not make me shake. She does not make my blood run faster. What then that locks me into Faye?

  PART FIVE

  A Job

  Chapter One

  When I came to live in England I had £120, few clothes and a couple of books in my possession. The emptiness of material wealth in me was only filled by hopes and dreams I relived every day. The rent for the room was £240 including the utility bills. As we shared it, my contribution was £120. Luckily we did not have to pay it till the end of the month. Since it happened to be from the middle of the month, we only had to pay half the rent for the month of September. There was no deposit required. So I had £60 left for food, other expenses and to survive till I started earning money from a job.

  My next mission was to find a job. It was not three weeks before I arrived in Cambridge that I was able to find a job at a corner shop, it was in fact a mini Asian supermarket. As it came through a contact, I took the offer while I looked for a better job. My job involved refilling fruits and vegetables, restocking groceries and assisting customers. It was a family run business. They themselves were in charge of the cash registers and never wanted us to do that part of the business. One day this middle aged female customer looked at me few times, I realised that she was from Ceylon as well but I ignored, my focus was on somewhere else. Later I saw her going to the till and asked the shop owner where I was from. Then she came to me and said “How long have you been here?”. I replied “A month now”. She responded “I have lived here for forty years”. I said to myself “Do I care?”. Definitely not. However, I was pretty much sure she expected some kind of respect from me, sorry. Why would I anyway? I smiled and carried on filling up vegetables as I had nothing more to say to her or hear from her.

  The Asian shop acted as a transition to my British life. It buffered the sudden cultural shock if I were to have if there was one. I was meeting Asians as well as Europeans there. Some talked and others smiled or just ignored me. After all I was just a worker if not a professional slave who worked for money. That was the very reason I always wanted to set up in business. I never wanted to work for other people. I was far too ambitious, arrogant and was not used to taking orders from other people nor would I ever want to. The working environment was relaxed and not so bossy. I did not mind being there as long as it took to finding a better job.

  The mini supermarket had a deli, a meet counter, groceries, fruits and vegetables. Pretty much a foreigner needs for their staple diet they were accustomed to. And they were busy. I took the opportunity to try foods I had not tried before and I was always given a discount. I tried the dragon fruit, certain varieties of yams and few other things I had never tried before. I really wanted to try English food but I did not know how to cook them. It was going to take a while. I was happy for the time being cooking Asian food the way my mum used to cook. I never cooked at home. The only knowledge I had was what I learnt from watching my mum cook while I killed the time when hungry waiting for the meals to be ready. The shop was managed by two sons, one son’s wife and their children. The main owner was the two son’s elderly father. He used to call me “Boy” when he needed something done. A guy doing a master’s degree and full of ambition was just a boy for him.

  Chapter Two

  Within four weeks of being at the mini supermarket, I was able to find another job in a five star hotel once again through friends. I thought we were going to get, say like a customer service or a waiting job. However, it turned out to be the job of a room attendant. Basically doing the beds, cleaning the rooms, toilets and wiping the dust off the furniture. The positive things about this job was, I was able to start work in the evenings after university and at the weekends, free meals and the holiday pay included. I accepted the offer and left the job at the Asian store within six weeks of service. They weren’t very happy.

  In the evenings and weekends, I worked at the hotel. I did not have to cook my meals at home. The staff canteen had a buffet with a selection of roast meat, vegetables, salads, rice and continental breakfast. The choice of meals varied each day and on the time of service. On a cold winter day, the hot roasts were lust. I love meat and eat a lot. One supervisor even told me “You eat like a pig”. It did not stop me. I kept on eating every time I was there. There was always a chance of eating the left overs still left on the buffet trays during short breaks. I never missed it. I live to eat not the other way round, eat to live. As the meals were served during breakfast, dinner and tea time everyone gathered there. It gave me the opportunity to meet other colleges from within and various departments. It was cool apart from the back breaking bed making and room cleaning. We needed a good diet. The hotel had about 400 rooms over four floors with each boasting self-contained complete suites like mini houses accommodating the wealthy, often by long staying Arabic princes with an army of men to attend to. I did not have to clean their rooms. I did not like to do it. I had been to their suites to attend to small tasks but always with another colleague. The princes I met were friendly but they expected their serving men to be very subordinating, loyal and slave like.

  I am not a takeaway person. I grew up eating fresh home cooked food and that is how I liked it. When I come back home after university in the afternoon, I either did homework or took a short nap before going to the hotel and have tea there. It helped me save money and time on food and a chance to eat good meats and vegetables five-star quality.

  It was a new experience and doing something I had never expected to do in my life. Some evenings were quite, I would say on average, there were occasional nights and specially weekends you were expected to do more rooms than you could possibly do. They were messy. Most of the staff in room attendance were either student or asylum seekers. I made few friends. We were fortunate enough to get free tickets to go to a night club once a month. We all went to “7th Avenue” as it was called back then. We had a nice time but not necessarily dancing but enjoying a pint of beer, I did not know the difference between bitter or larger at the time, chilling out and watching the people dancing and guys trying to pull girls unsuccessfully.

  I used to cycle to the hotel and occasionally walked. I paid £35 for a second hand mountain bike which was black and the front breaks made a creaking sound whenever I applied breaks. That was my
very first ever bicycle brought with my own money. I loved bicycles as a child, my relatives and friends had small versions of standard bicycles and it was also the decade of chopper cycling. My parents never brought me a cycle. I was left to learn cycling using my father’s full sized Raleigh bicycle by peddling under the crossbar. The number of times I fell off were countless luckily with minimal injuries. I have been thrown on to barbed wire, water, sand and ditches.

  I did not cycle to the university but always enjoyed that short walk through the cemetery. The life at the hotel has been good so far. I made new friends and met Emma. Emma always talked to me and we always had something to talk about. Rebecca who was from Ipswich was another girl who talked to me and she was a student.

  It was an uphill struggle to fill up your room attendant trolley if you were a part timer. The foreign full timers fill up their trollies for the next day before they finish work. When you come to work in the evening for few days a week, it takes a while for you to find bedding, trowels and cleaning up gear. Sometimes you end up waiting at the laundry room for the washed towels to come out. I had had few arguments with a particular asylum seeker for him unfairly stocking up his trolley for the next day when the other staff hardly had clean bedding and towels to work with. He saw me as his arch enemy as I took bedding and towels from his trolley in protest. The supervisors knew his behaviour but did not want to confront him. We were left to resort to our own devices.

  As usual, one night we finished work at the hotel at 10.00pm in the week. I came out pushing my bicycle. Emma came from the other side pushing her cycle. It was her day off. She approached me and said “I broke up with my boyfriend”. We kept talking for a bit on the payment resting bicycles on the rails edge of the road. We exchanged numbers. I said “Bye” to her. As I tried to leave she said “Can I come with you?” I said “Yes” instantly without any hesitation or giving much thought into it. We started walking home pushing the bicycles instead of cycling. The other staff from Ceylon, who worked at the hotel and was also with me at university, finished at the same time. They saw me talking to her. So they kept hanging about and then started following us. We were pushing our bicycles through the Parker’s Piece which is an open park in the heart of Cambridge, no trees but mowed grass. They caught up with us and said to me “Get her drunk, don’t take her home yet” in Sinhalese. She could not understand. I am not that sort of a person. I felt very uncomfortable and so was Emma. We could not avoid them. They have already done the damage by then. Even before I decided on a plan to get rid of them, Emma said “They talk to you in your language. I do not think I should come with you now”. I agreed with her and did not force her to come with me. I told her to go home then we could talk later on the phone.

  Chapter Three

  31st December 2001. The hotel decided to indulge the staff to the 31st night at the hotel’s exclusive club and bar, all paid by the hotel and everyone was invited. We finished work early and went back home, showered and returned to the hotel by about 8.00pm. A selection of light bites to eat and as much beers to drink as possible, all free. The bar was small, dimly lit and full of girls. I helped myself to a bottle of beer and a few bits. No one was dancing yet. I sat on a chair chilling out. I achieved something that year. I could really celebrate it and welcome the new year. But I want to achieve more, a considerably lot more.

  Money and education was my priority. I contemplated over the drink. Another bottle of beer and back on my chair tucking into the bits. There were few girls on the floor now enjoying the relaxing tunes. I watched them as I was getting drunk and so were they. I completely ignored the guys and focused on the beauty of barely dressed girls. So relaxing, it is. They shacked their bums, flashed their knickers and tits tempting me to join in. Nah … I still wanted to enjoy my drinks.

  Emma walked into the bar with another girl from our department. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and sat next to me with a bottle of beer. I fancied the other girl. She was hot. I had spoken to her briefly a couple of times but I could not recall her name on the name badge. She had such a pair of sexy eyes that I kept gazing at her. She was wearing a low rise pair of blue jeans revealing her white knickers and a sleeveless white top. Emma wore a sleeveless fink top and a pair of tight blue jeans with her pink knickers sticking out from her back as she bent.

  The supervisors, managers and the senior staff all joined in. Some of them came and talked to us. “Having a good night?” Jo asked. “Absolutely” I remarked. Me, Emma and the other girl treated ourselves to another round of beer. I was tipsy now bumping into the girls. I could not read Emma’s feelings. She was shy but stayed with me. Should I kiss her? I wondered. I really fancied her friend. She was taller and a body to die for.

  I went to the bar and brought three bottles of beer. I gave one each to Emma and her friend while kissing both of them on the lips. I was very drunk. They were tipsy too. We were now on the floor dancing together, rather bumping into each other under the influence of beer. I ran my arm round their waists as we danced and squeezed the sexy bums. They did not mind. I held both of them close to me and kissed them from time to time. I was so drunk that I stood behind Emma’s friend’s bum and rubbed the front of my jeans against her bum while my right arm held round her waist and my fingers feeling her jeans over her pussy and boobs as we danced. She looked at me from time to time as she was fully aware of the thrill she was having. “You ok?” I whispered. “Yeah” she replied shyly. Emma did not want to lose to the competition. She had a sip from my bottle and I kissed her lips. Emma kissed me back. I held both girls with my arms round their bums and kissed.

  I could not help squeezing Emma’s friends bum. Her bum was touchable, sexy and her knickers were showing above the jeans. I was intoxicated by now. My eyes were set on her bum. I did not have a clue as to what was going around me or if anybody was watching me. I kept touching her bum and kissing her. I was horny. Booze make me horny.

  My friends were not happy about my behaviour. They were about to leave and asked me to join them. I refused. They said “You are very drunk, go home. You are shaming us”. They were jealous. They did not want to see me kissing two girls when they had none. I insisted that they go home without me. “I am ok. I will come on my own” I said angrily. They left. What a relief.

  I went back to Emma then I held her friend’s arm. “Do you want to go to mine?” Emma’s friend whispered. “Emma can come too if you want to” I whispered back. “Well ok” she said. We sneaked out, nobody there bothered or noticed anyway. Probably they thought we went out for a fag or to get fresh air. We walked down the street and hailed a taxi.

  It was less than a mile from the hotel to Emma’s friend’s accommodation. It was an end terraced house occupied by the students. Luckily nobody was there. They were all out partying. Emma’s friend had a small double bed in a garden facing room with upstairs bathroom next to it. Emma sat on the bed while her friend went downstairs to get some drinks. I pushed Emma onto the bed on her back and kissed her all over and took the top off. Her friend came back up with a few cans of beer and passed one to me. I opened it and dropped some beer over Emma’s pink bra and licked while pulling her friend into the bed. I kissed her friends bum and pussy over her jeans all over, bit her gently over her jeans and pulled it down to reveal her sexy legs. Beautiful thighs not too skinny and not too fat, just perfect.

  I stripped Emma’s bra and sucked on her nipples while feeling her friend’s knickers with my fingertips. This is lush. I removed their jeans and bras followed by knickers. They had traces of golden teen pubic hair but mainly clean fannies ready to be sucked and licked. Both of them were swollen and dripping as they were both very hot and wet. I rolled their knickers and stuffed both of their vaginas and asked them to suck me in return. They took turns and one sucked my balls while the others gave me a blow job. I asked both of them to kneel on the bed with their bum up. I licked each of them in turn and fingered the bum. Then I pulled wet stuffed knickers out, smelt, tasted and let them smell
each other’s and taste.

  Emma’s friend sat on the edge of the bed with her legs apart. I spread her legs wide and fucked her while Emma licked my bum. Then I got Emma to suck her friend as I fucked her friend’s mouth. I stood both of them on the edge of the bed legs wide apart and fucked both of them in turn hard and fast and let them lick off the juice over my cock. Creamy foam started dripping from their hard fucked teen fannies. I scooped and tasted, yummy. The girls smelt so good. I sucked both of them in turn until they cum. I took the full load in my mouth while her friend squirted all over my face. They tasted each other’s cum and mine. It was a cum cocktail as we all gushed after pounding for hours. The three of us laid in the bed, me in the middle. What a way to end a year. And herald in the new.

  Chapter Four

  I sexually fancied a supervisor in the hotel. She was pretty, slim, tall, wavy blonde hair and was in her late twenties. She always said hello to me and was very helpful. She either wore a mini skirt or a short dress revealing her legs. Her legs glowed in pink radiance as she always worked indoors away from the sun. So was her face, arms and the rest of the body. She was fit. Since I was new and was sometimes behind work due to a higher number of rooms being given than normal, Fiona used to come and help me out. I watched her legs, bum as she bent and in between her thighs as far as I could see under her mini skirt. She often gave me a glimpse of her white knickers. When we did the beds together I often stood very close to her, arms and body touching. Once we had finished doing the rooms she used to sit on a round chair and take a moment while talking to me. She often revealed her knickers doing so.