The matriculation ceremony was a momentous occasion I had looked forward to with great excitement. On this day, many beamed effulgent smiles as they sauntered and pandered to the clicks of roving cameramen who had a field day shopping for customers. I was among these set of lucky students. As I basked in the euphoria of my new status, my imposing height and a slender frame made me look like the most popular of models. I carried my frame with a grace and pizzazz that drew consistent ogles from friends, colleagues and onlookers alike.
At 25, I had seen it all. Having attempted, albeit fruitlessly, admission into five universities in four years, my eventual success on a sixth attempt was a joyous yet sobering time for me. Joyous in that I finally made it as an undergraduate of Social Studies in the faculty of education. Sobering because my retrospection into my past revealed years of prodigality and sexual profanity. My mania for sex coupled with a lure for filthy lucre had pushed me into the commercial sex market. My teenage years at Mokola, Ibadan, were regrettable. I had joined a group of young ladies who operated a sex trafficking syndicate; stripped clients of their valuables and plunged into an abyss of cocaine addiction, while losing the hope of ever making it into the walls of the university, as an undergraduate.
A second chance came. By sheer providence, I had been restored from the abyss. A minister of God had approached me and preached Salvation. The message of salvation had given me hope. I had also felt redeemed. And I had grabbed the new life with both arms.
As I stood, away from the photo-hugging crowd on the university motion ground, reflecting and wondering if my life could have taken a different turn, a voice echoed from behind me, “Oyinkan babe, it is time for the one-on-one orientation with Tony”.
I was instantly jolted from my reflective moments by the voice of Funke, my friend from the very first day of lectures. Without ado, I joined funke and other freshers as they walked rapidly to the venue of the special orientation session with Tony.
Tony was the dream student of every fresher of the faculty of education. The news of his intelligence, friendliness and handsomeness had spread across the faculty like wildfire in the harmattan. Tony was a final year student of Social studies. He had maintained a perfect grade point average of 5.0 across his first three sessions. He was hailed and respected across several faculties. He was the point of reference for all lecturers and students in academic brilliance. His tall, dark, tanned, muscular frame was titillated with a natural pinklish lips which he flaunted coquettishly as he addressed all and sundry in flawless British English. As a tradition, he had been invited by the student leadership of the faculty to address each of the 30 freshmen on an individual basis. His emphasis was to be on helping each learner identify their learning strengths and weaknesses. He was to also advise them on how to navigate potential academic challenges.
As the freshers sat directly opposite the rostrum where Tony sat with other student leaders, the stage was set for another exciting individual orientation exercise. I found myself directly facing Tony. My vantage sitting position afforded me an opportunity to survey the public figure closely. As I kept my gaze firmly fixed on him, I became lost in my stream of thoughts;
He is quite tall, muscular and handsome. I must and can be better than him. He could be worth having as an academic mentor….If only God can bless me with this kind of brain……………
“Good afternoon amazing freshers. It is time for the big deal”, the guttural voice of the master of ceremonies startled me.
“At this point”, the M.C continued, “each fresher, once called, shall go into the inner chamber of the hall, and have a 10 minutes discussion with the legendary Sir Tony. Within this period, you are very free to ask questions and make enquiries on both academic and personal issues. Our first fresher to have Tony’s audience is Oyinkan Grange.”
With great gusto, I jumped from my seat and took a stroll alongside Tony, who was just about to enter the inner chamber.
As we entered to a round of applause from the crowd, I beamed with effusive smiles, enthusiastically offering my hand to receive that of Tony.
“Good afternoon dear Oyinkan. Congratulations on your matriculation. Your smiles remind me of my matriculation some three years back.”
“Thank you very much sir. It is a great honour meeting you. I have heard a great deal about your monumental academic attainments sir”, I responded
“Oh that. There is still a lot to be achieved. And am sure you can be better.”
“Thank you sir”
“You are welcome. Basically, this is meant to be an orientation session. You can be the best you want to be. I started as a young, impressionable student like you. I had to keep the fire burning with unbridled consistency. Consistent studying, proper networking and an overall diligent attitude to academic work are fundamental ingredients to success. “
Tony continued to dish out his medley of advice, I was drawn to admiring his handsomeness and social suavity. His jokes, chuckles, and playfulness a sharp contrast to what I have known most brilliant student to be: nerdy and dry.
As the conversation progressed, I found my light, soft fingers occasionally being held and rubbed playfully by Tony. I enjoyed every touch, talk and bouts of laughter. So, once it was time for questions, I had only one to ask:
“I have faced so much in life sir. Academic excellence for me is a must. Can you be my mentor?
Tony, with a usual charming smile, responded, “it would be a great honour to mentor a lady as beautiful and intelligent as you are”
“Thank you Tony. I am eternally grateful”, I gushed. With a babyish joy, I leaped into Sir Tony’s arms. He, though surprised, was not unprepared. With great calm, he wrapped me in a close embrace, skillfully rubbing my back. I felt secured. I also felt loved. As I remained locked in the embrace, he lowered his gentle yet assertive hands on the base of my slender buttocks and muttered in my ear, “I will always be there for you, Oyinkansola”.
As we withdrew from the hug, I felt nothing but love and admiration for him. I was determined to have him guide me, obeying him like a daughter would a father.
As I turned to take my leave, he called me back and said, “Will you be available to study with me overnight on campus tomorrow night? You have had two weeks of lectures already. The earlier you start reading, the better.”
“Of course, I will surely make it”. We exchanged numbers, after which I took my leave.
I had barely got to my hostel when I received a message from him.
“Good evening dear. Don’t forget tomorrow night. I should be at the faculty secretariat. 8p.m.”
I was super excited. I finally had not just a mentor, but the very best student in the faculty. I prepared dinner, read for an hour, then slept off.
The following evening, I had a big decision to make on the most suitable wear for an overnight reading. I finally chose my tight gown with a thin strap. I took a blue cardigan to shield me from the cold of the university campus.
By 8p.m, I was at the door of the secretariat. After a slight tap on the door, the door flew open. The ever handsome Tony welcomed me with a smile.
As I entered and shut the door behind me, he pulled me closer and embraced me tightly. He rubbed my hair. I smelled and relished his cologne scent for that moment, giving myself to the warmth of the hug. He then sought my lips and planted a soft, wet, kiss. I responded with equal fervor. As we kissed, I grabbed his butts and grinded my pussy into his bulging dick. While the kissing intensified, I heard his voice;
“Rub my nipples”
“As your Lordship pleases”, I smirked. I pulled my blue top off and followed that with his white singlet. I placed my right thumb and then grazed it across his right nipple. His groan of appreciation created a tinge of excitement in me. I placed my left thumb across his left nipple then rubbed both nipples simultaneously. The monster in him was unleashed.
He pulled me closer, getting rid of my gown and bra. His glinting eyes squinted, as he grazed his teeth across my right nipple. I let out a soft moan. He then proceeded to my left nipple, giving it a playful bite. He blew cold air across both nipples. I groaned harder.
As my eyes remained closed, I kept savouring the erotic sensation burning through my slender frame. He pulled down my panties. He licked his pinkish lips. He then placed me on the reading table after which he widened my long, sexy legs. He drove his tongue forward, tasting my clean, well shaven pussy. He withdrew for breath, drove in a second time, parting the pussy lips with his tongue. My whole body shuddered. My shrieks created a phallic thrill in his Penis.
Over the next twenty minutes, my pussy enjoyed the most sensual and thorough labial stimulation it had ever encountered. I was thrilled and turned on beyond my wildest imagination.
“Oyinkan baby, bend over backwards”, his tone was unmistakable.
Without delay, I held on to the side of the table. Tony freed his penis. His first thrust was more gentle than I had expected. He slid in a calculated manner, like he was careful about not hurting me. As he repeatedly slid in and out, his thrusts became more regular, desperate and ferocious. My loud moans encouraged his repeated thrusts, which he gave while holding my perky breasts for support.
As the thrusting continued, he knew he was close to the edge. He had one more fantasy to fulfill.
“Suck me till I cum”, he commanded.
I happily complied. I held his rock hard penis with both hands. I wrapped my open hands around his penis, and sucked it in. I licked gently along his penis, and engorged it till the tip reached my throat. I rubbed his scrotum with my left hand. I then happily slurped on his penis.
“I am cumming….” Tony groaned.
With a sense of urgency, I increased the gaggling. He came, with a groan and sense of finality that depicted ultimate satisfaction.
“That was incredible” Tony muttered. He hugged me tightly, after which we helped each other to put clothes back on.
“We should begin what we came here for” he said with an impish smile
“Yea we should” I responded.
After 15 minutes of “serious” studying, our clothes were back off, thrown carelessly across the room.