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

by A. Archie

  I knew that she wanted me on her lap. She wanted me to touch her thighs, kiss her neck and run my fingers under her skirt while kissing lips and holding me tight. I dreamt of being with her, in the bed, by the window, in the bath, on the floor, sofa and the writing table.

  I did not have to wait much longer. On a Friday night Fiona came to help me while I was doing the last room on my list. It was a quite night. I only had a handful of rooms to do. The room was on the far side of the hotel away from the office rooms on the fourth floor. I was finishing off the bed. Fiona sat in the round chair and lit up a cigarette while talking to me. I finished the bed and sat on the side and said to Fiona “I am thirsty”. She said eying at a bottle of water on a round table next to her chair “Drink”. I walked up to the table, opened the bottle and poured water into a glass and asked her “Do you want?”. She replied “Please” gazing at me. I poured another glass of water and turned close towards her to hand over while bending. She put the cigarette on the ashtray and touched the glass with both hands almost holding my finders. She looked in my eyes. I could smell the cigarette in her mouth. I set my eyes on her eyes while releasing my fingers. Then I gently touched her chin. She responded with an erotic sigh. I felt her flocks of hair while she sipped some water. I moved closer to her placing my legs in between hers. I felt the warmth. She was panting as I ran my fingers over and under her hair feeling her neck and ear lobes.

  It was about 9.30pm. I had a smoke from Fiona’s cigarette and passed it to her. Then I kissed her lips. I like the taste of cigarette in a girl’s mouth while having fun. She kissed me back. I licked her lips in return. Her pierced tongue circled my tongue then rubbed against inside our glued lips. Mm mm, that was heaven. She was so good with her tongue. I sat on her lap and let her lick my lips continuously while I circled round her hard nipples. Her breasts were large and pointed, very pink. I put my left fingers down her top and felt over her white bra, soft and warm. I rubbed her cleavage and ran my fingers inside her bra and held her hard nipple in between two fingers and played with. Fiona bent and kissed my tummy and squeezed my bum. I held her tight and kissed her neck profusely then her chest and boobs. I took her top off revealing her pointed white bra. I sucked over her bra, licked her tummy and ran my fingertips over. She stretched backwards over the chair allowing me the full play. I spread her legs apart and kissed her knickers. They were already wet and smelt of her juice. I pulled her knickers with my teeth and tasted her juice soaked in her knickers, sticky, white mmm. I unzipped her short tight skirt and pulled it down her legs. She was just in her white bra and knickers. She had a playboy tattoo on her lower tummy. I was wondering what was under her knickers. Was she shaven, Brazilian or full natural. Her arm pits were shaven. I assumed that she was fully shaven down below too. I unbuckled her black wedged high heels and licked her toe and her feet. She stretched her legs wide out as I did as it did turn her on even more. She was breathing heavily and moaning. I continued to lick up her legs, thighs and the side of her bum.

  She said “Oh God 10.15pm. Stay here. I will go and lock the housekeeping office and come”. She hurriedly put her top and the skirt on, kissed me on the check and hurried out barefoot. I sat on her chair, it was still warm, I felt her juice on the cushion and moist patches there. I smelt it then sat in there. I lit up the remainder of her cigarette and had a puff. I could smell the scent of Fiona round me. I enjoyed the cigarette waiting for her. I switched on the TV and selected an adult porn channel to play. I grabbed a bottle of small whisky from the built in fridge into the long writing and dressing table and poured two glasses. I started sipping mine in the chair.

  I heard Fiona’s footsteps. She gave a knock before opening the door. She sensually smiled as she came through the door then she locked it and started walking towards me slowly crossing her legs. I said to her “Take the top off gently while touching yourself”. She ran her fingers over her boobs, nipples, round tummy and erratically removed her top and threw it at me. I caught it and smelt it amorously. Then I told her “Turn round then take the skirt off”. She did a full circle wriggling her bum, bent her knees and slowly slid her short black skirt down shaking her bum and legs. Then I told her “Touch yourself over your knickers”. She gave me a display of her skill in her hands and fingers. I watched her rubbing herself over her knickers and under. I commanded “Take the bra off”. She undid it from behind and slowly started taking it off looking at me sexually. Finally, she slid the bra off her hard nipples, held it up and threw it to me. I kissed it and rested it on my lap. She had beautifully pointed pair of breasts and suckable hard nipples.

  I commanded “Come a bit closer to me”. I stretched my right legs and rubbed her knickers down over her slit with my toe. I asked “What’s in there?”. She replied shyly “Do you want to see?”. I commanded “Turn round. Show me your bum and take it off slowly”. She turned halfway and bent herself forward erratically showing her curvy sexy bum in her knickers. Her knickers stretched as she did, revealing in between her legs and the slit all the way. I commanded “Turn towards me. Then take the knickers off”. I could see the wet mark on her white knickers. She had been soaking wet under. As she slowly pulled her knickers down I could see the strings of her dripping juice stretching between her pussy and knickers. She had a cute, Brazilian shaved pussy with a pierced clit, a golden ring. I commanded “Hold your knickers there and come to me”. I stretched my legs and let her walk into me. I touched her wet pussy with my left index finger and slip through her juice and put the finger in her mouth and let her suck. Then I fingered her again and tasted her wet in my mouth. I ran my arms round her bum, squeezed her buttocks and pulled her fanny towards my mouth while she was standing. I sucked and sucked and sucked her, as she moaned and groaned, till she was dry. I circled my tongue over her pierced clit and the golden ring and then her vagina. Her golden Brazilian hair was wet. I licked on them while feeling with my fingers. Her thin pussy lips were swollen out in pink. I sucked on then and pulled out. I asked her to rub her pussy over my mouth. Then I fingered her, one finger, two, three and four fingers in.

  Fiona’s knickers were still hanging halfway down her knees. I pulled her knickers down and examined it sensually while smelling it. Her knickers were soaking wet. I sucked the front of her knickers and then let her suck it. Then I commanded “Undo my trousers”. She unbuckled it then slowly unzipped it. I was hard and wet. She ran her finger over my black brief. She squeezed me over, felt my balls and kissed my hard cock over the brief then gently bit my cock over the underwear. I pulled the trousers down and told her “Take my briefs off”. She slowly pulled them revealing my hard cock tip. She stopped and grabbed my cock and started sucking. She pulled the skin back revealing my mushroomed pink tip. She liked it as if tasting an ice cream, lolly pop and a banana. I told her to sit on my cock and ride it. I leant my back over the back of the chair and slid down a bit to make a comfortable position. She held onto the sides of the round chair and rode me while I played with her clit and nipples. Her boobs were rubbing my chest and her hair on my face. I sucked her lips as she rode me. Her pussy made a slippery noise as her and my juice made a dripping white foam as she fucked me slow, deep, hard and past.

  I offered her the glass of whisky. We both had a sip and I poured some whisky over her pussy and liked her. Then she sat on my lap. We were both naked body to body. I held her tight and sipped into the whisky. From time to time she kissed my lips and said “I love you” feeling my face and hair. I fingered her pussy from time to time while she was on my lap. She enjoyed it. She responded with a long slow French kiss followed by her pierced meticulous tongue.

  We were both fresh and ready to go again. I told her to lean forward against the chair. I could see her bum now. I pulled her buttocks apart, squeezed and fingered there. She was too tight. I licked her bum and played with my index finger first. Her bum was fully shaven and no hair there. I ran my right arm round her tummy and inserted my hard tip in her arse. It slid in tight. She said “Oh yeah
”. I slowly fucked her there. My right arm slid up and down touching her boobs, lips, tummy and pussy.

  I held her passionately on my lap, admired her feminine body and whispered to her how I adored her. We talked about our fantasies then I walked her to the bathroom. We both jumped in the bath with our whiskies. She covered my body with bubble foam and I covered hers touching each other sensually. Then I washed her and she washed me. I released the water and laid her on the basin of the tub and fucked her on missionary position. We were both cold to start with but soon warmed up as I fucked her hard and fast. She said “Oh yeah, harder. More … Oh yes, yes” her wet pussy made a loud juicy noise as I fucked her in the tub. She came several times on my mouth which I drank. And she drank mine. We did not use condoms. We did not have any and we did not bother about it. I knew that we were both clean. Then we stood together in the shower, holding each other. Water showered over us. We kissed in the artificial rain. It was fun. We rapped together body to body, leg to leg, arm to arm, lip to lip and pussy to cock.

  Chapter Five

  After I had left the corner shop, my sole income was from the hotel but it was nowhere near enough to cover my university fee and pay up the loans I had taken. I needed to find a second job as soon as possible. A couple of weeks after I had arrived in the UK, I was walking to the university with my native friends and this guy with long shoulder length hair shouted from the other side of the road “Sri Lanka”. I knew that from the looks he was from Ceylon as well. We had a brief chat and I met him a few times at the university and also on the road. He said he worked for Cargill’s, a large supermarket chain, and agreed to get me a job application form. I filled in the form and gave it back to him. Within a few days, I was called for a job interview and I was offered a full time code controller job. Basically it was checking product expiry dates and reducing the price of short life products like produce, fruits, meat, bread and thing you would normally buy in a supermarket. The job was ideal, not hard work, relaxed, nice team and no pressure.

  I was given an induction by a line manager and was trained on the job by Sara who was already doing the same job as me and had been there for few years. She was about the same height as mine, shoulder length blonde hair and size sixteen. She was friendly and very helpful. I did not have any feelings towards her other than being a good friend. Besides I go for slim girls. Few months passed by. I knew most of the colleagues by now. I was in charge of my role at night times as I was the only one doing the late shift in my department.

  My life was getting even busier, doing two jobs and a full time masters course at university. The job at Cargill’s was full time until an enemy of mine made a complaint over the phone after several months of me starting. The job at the hotel averaged sixteen hours and more during holidays. I had to plan everything well in advance and book my holiday entitlement in line with assignment deadlines. So that I could get a week or two to fully focus on my studies. I had an A4 diary with a year planner which I used to plan my whole year ahead. It was time to book my holidays with the line manager at the supermarket. I went to see him with my diary as the days selected are very crucial to my exam success at the university. He saw my diary and said “You do not have to make a big fuss”. I did not make any comment. He had no idea of what was going through in my mind, the enormous pressure I had been going through balancing work, university, personal life and the exams. I always managed to book holidays from my both jobs according to my exams and had time off during. I did not tell my friends what I was doing. One person however noticed later on that I was always off work during the assignment period. He was just doing a part time job at the hotel and had a lot of free time. He was still jealous of me having the time off.

  I met colleagues from other departments who were also doing the late shift as me. Nancy was doing replenishments for the isles I was checking codes on. She was very pretty and a student from Colombia. She always talked to me and sat next to me during the tea time. I was happy to have her as a friend. There was another girl from London and again a student from my university. She worked at the deli and her name was Rosalind. By the time I started work she had already wounded up the deli and still had an hour or so left to finish work before going home. So she often came to me for a chat.

  Few months into that job, I started hearing from my male colleagues at the Cargill’s that Sara fancied me. I took it as a joke and laughed it out quietly, even thinking that these guys were trying to pick on me. However, the time passed by. Sara kept talking to me. One day she approached me. We were talking at the end of an aisle. The shop floor was quieter. She said she would like to marry me and help me with setting up a business and all that. At the time I was a student and only had student visa. Sara said she would help me get my British passport as well by marrying me. I carefully listen to her and looked at her in the eye but did not say anything. I did not want to lose her as friend. At the same time, I was not attracted to her that way, so silence was the best remedy.

  My shift had gradually changed into an overnight one now instead of finishing at 1.00am in the morning. The winter night sky was still light then, not pitch black. So I was not seeing Sara often now as she worked during the day. I did not have to upset her for now by saying “No”, a temporally solution in a way. However, Nancy was doing the same shift as mine and she used to spend most of her free and break times with me. She was one of the prettiest girls in the store and most of the guys wanted to ask her out. But they thought that she was already going out with me. So they did not get in the way of us. She was still a good friend for me that was all. I believed that she already had a boyfriend of some sort whom I have never met but believed that it was arranged by her sister who was married to an Englishman. Probably could be a friend of his or relative. I never found out nor had I seen her with a boyfriend.

  I used to hear from my Chinese colleague that when I was not around Nancy had come to him and asked “Have you seen my boyfriend?” but I still did not know if Nancy actually said that. I often suspected that if he was trying to pick on me. However, I knew that Nancy always came to see me and she would have enquired. Or if my Chinese friend was trying to set us up I still did not know.

  Chapter Six

  At the time I was starting work at 9.00pm. I used to walk to the upstairs staff room between the checkouts and the end of rows of the aisles. The steps to the upstairs rooms were at the back of the supermarket. We entered through the main entrance as would the customers and walked either down the isles or along the checkouts. I preferred walking along the checkouts. The checkouts were open till 10.00pm. They were often quieter when I walked down the shop floor. This girl on the checkout with long curly dark or rather brunette hair used to smile at me and say hello. This happened a few times and one day she was sitting at her till alone and she smiled. I went to her and the first thing she said to me was “I want to see your mum”. I replied “She does not live in this country”. She immediately asked “Where does she live?”.

  The friendship with Katie grew as she started coming to the produce department where I started code checking from 9.00pm. The location was ideal for her as the customer service end of the checkouts was facing the front section of the produce displays. We talked about personal things than talking about stuff in general. I had noticed before Katie with another guy. He used to work at the checkouts too in the tobacco counter. He was always with her. Both went to the same university as mine. I had seen them walking together but never hand in hand. I believed that he was her boyfriend. So I always had that thing in the back of my mind whenever I talked to Katie. I enjoyed talking to her as much as she did. But she never mentioned about her boyfriend. Sometimes I talked to her on the floor and other times while standing on the step of the trolley, kind of looking down and trying to do some work at the same time. We were both about the same height but I think she was a bit taller than me.

  One day as usual Katie came to chat with me. She said “If you would like to go for a coffee [she paused a bit] or eve
n a drink?”. Then she wrote her mobile number down on a piece of paper I had on my work file and left. It was a very busy time for me with the exams round the corner and as I had time off work for the exams, I hardly saw Katie for about a month. After a month or so Katie had given me her number and when my exams were over, I decided to ring Katie. No answer. So I sent her a text message. She did not get back to me. I wondered. I met her few weeks after I had texted her at work. I asked “Did you get my message” She replied “My boyfriend saw the message”. I suspected that from the beginning. Hence why I did not ask her out for a drink. Probably a month had been too long to contact a girl after she had given you her number. I met her at the university few times but she seemed distant. If I had the time I would have contacted her within a couple of days if not the very next day. I had no options but to forego it until after the exams. I would have been more motivated, had not been the fact that, she had a boyfriend not bothered me from the start.

  Chapter Seven

  Friday evening after my lectures and the library, I walked into the university night club for a beer and chill out. It had been a long hard week. I was not looking forward to the weekend nightshift and the daytime job. The club was on the ground floor at the back of the library building. Small and it gets jam packed most nights. There were few people and music playing on the background. I ordered a pint and sat comfortably at a round table with the beer. I watched the others. They seemed to be chilling out as well. There were few girls on their own. They must be new and still finding it hard to make new friends. As I was sipping the glass, a girl put her arm round my neck. I turned round to see who it was. Kate. “What are you doing here?” she whispered to my ear. I replied “Just Chilling”. “Can I get you another drink?” she asked. I raised my glass and she walked up to the bar leaving her handbag on the round table.