Chapter 1: Chapter 1
A steaming mug of tea, a steaming mug of tea, and a steaming mug of tea. That's what I need I mutter to myself as I stare at the mugs on my desk, wishing I could drink them all in one gulp.I can't bring myself to throw them away, though. They're too pretty and too useful. I need them for my research. I need them My hand trembles a little as I pour the last of my tea into the mug, making sure to get every last drop. It's the only way to be sure. After all, there's no point in wasting perfectly good tea.I take a sip, and it's just what I need. The perfect amount of warmth, just enough to make me feel comfortable. The perfect something" in my stomach, the place where butterflies live during springtime. And just enough caffeine to get me through the rest of class.
"Oy, professor," a voice teases from behind."You're gonna have to do a lot of explaining to the other professors about why you're late."
I turn around in my chair, smile and rub my hands through my hair. "I lost track of time, dearie. Please forgive me."
"Don't worry about it, missy," the dark haired woman next to me says."We all do."
I turn to her, and my heart skips a beat. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. She is drop dead gorgeous with auburn hair and eyes so dark they appear black. Her skin is flawless, and she wears no makeup. "Who are you talking to, Celestine?" I ask her in a whisper."No one, dearie," Celestine replies, her voice a contrast to her appearance. She is soft spoken and has a kind face, a face that says she is approachable and good humoured. "Now stop staring and get your books."
I look down at my pile of books, and for some reason I feel embarrassed. Why should I be ashamed of reading?Books are magical. Books can transport you. Books can help you become a better person. Books are wonderful.
Celestine doesn't seem to notice my unease, though her eyes linger on my stack as she organizes her bookshelves. The room smells like books, which is nice. I love the smell of books. It reminds me of home.I sigh, and return to my books.
Celestine is a beautiful woman, and I find myself staring at her for no reason other than Look at her. Look at her breasts. Look at her tummy. She's perfect," I murmur to myself. "Why is she looking at me? What does she want? Oh, I know.She wants me to go down on her. That's why she's looking at me. She's waiting for me to make the first move. "Oy, you don't have to do that every time," Celestine chides as she passes by my desk."I'm not going to bite."
"I'm not trying to bite," I counter. "I'm trying to study."
"You re staring at my tits, dude. Stop it." Celestine is my roommate and best friend. She knows I like her tits and she plays with them when she wants to tease me.I can't blame her really. I mean, they're big, they're beautiful, and they're firm. They're the perfect size for a titty fuck. And that’s what I do every time she teases me. I give her a blowjob while she watches TV and rubs her clit while she masturbates. It works every time."I'm staring at your tits because they're amazing." Celestine gives me a playful shove, and I fall onto my bed. "Now lay down and I’ll suck your tits while you play with yourself."I do as she says, and she uses her fingers to play with my nipples while she licks my outstretched tongue.I can feel her hot mouth move along my jawline and down my neck while her fingers play with my clit. I can feel her hot mouth nuzzling my jugular while her fingers tickle my G-spot. My whole body is on fire, and I cum with a yell. Celestine stops what she is doing, and looks at me expectantly.