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[story] My Love Story With My School Mum [part 1] by Meloshi(m): 9:20pm On May 31, 2017 |
MELOSHI STORIES PRINZMELOSHI 9:12:00 PM It all started when i was in secondary school in akwa ibom state. By that time i was known for my position as the class captain of SSS 1. On one monday morning, by that time i was penalized by my superior (seniors), A friend of mine came in, and told me about the new teacher that arrived. By the time i moved outside to check on the new teacher, i met a young lady. She was fair in colour like (nidia buhari), dark eyes, pointed nose, a V face, small lips, her smiles could captivate thousand guys, she had a normal body shape and curves, she was average in height, she had normal big bottom, s*xy** and supper hot lady. she was a lady i could describe as THE GODDEST OF BEAUTY. I had helped her pack her logage to the hostel. And since then, she has been so nice that we started a relationship. On monday morning i woke up with the help of an alert tone ringing from the wall clock. The alarm was still blowing out loud when i swiftly gazed towards it directions, and to my greatest suprise it was 09:30am already. My dim eyes adjusted wide open while my mouth opened in suprised. I’d to clean my eyes twice before checking the time again for clear vision… “Ah..! I don late today again for school… na wetin i go tell my seniors?.” i lamented and i immediately jumped down from the foam. I stood up dash into the bathroom, came out again and rushed into my bedroom. I immediately grab up my brush and pour a coloured toothpaste on it as i hurriedly entered the bathroom the second time. By that period it was already 09:56am.. I wore my uniforms and dress for school… But when i’d approach the door and held the handle about to pull it open, i heard a soft sleepy pounding voice from behind calling my name. When i swiftly jolted to look behind mother asked.. “Prince have you eaten your morning breakfast before going for school?” My mom asked with so much concern… And she doesnt prefer seeing me starve even when i insist on staying with eating. “No!. mummy am too late for school when i get back i’ll eat, but for this main time am not taking breakfast.” I sincerely announced and walkout on her while heading toward the open space compound. On my way to school i met my friend… Her name is udauk. She is a tall adorable looking pretty young girl, she had fair nice skin complexsion and her face seems sexily attractive. Meanwhile Uduak was more like a friend, my assistant class captain as well. She approached and greeted me while i looked around her fat Buttocks and fascinating s*xy** good looks. After the pleasantries,, i stated further by complimenting her teasingly. Uduak loves smiling when being teased and she didnt fail to waved smiles on her lips. “good morning my prince!” she greeted again still smiling at me. “Good morning Uduak, how are you feeling?” I’d warmly asked. “Am feeling good, and energetic this very moment.” she replied giggling while big bosom dangled freely from her chest… I shook my head and complimented on her loaded huge Bosom,, though she never gets comprehend my point of Compliment. To advance our Conversation that morning i inquired further about her well being.. “how about you my sweet dearest?” Uduak questioned me instantly as she elegantly walked towards me. ” uh.. Dearest huh?” i’ll be happy if you stop calling me such nicknames” I instructed Uduak but within my heart i was kinda liked the sweet name calling. “okay..No more names calling,,, and no more teasing…. But You never replied my greetings 0oo!.”she made mention still trying t0 keep the Conversation moving. “Am fine dearest.” i had replied without smiling nor looking her twice… perhaps having discussion with Uduak would bring about many silly unanticipated topics to address or gossip. I automatically understood everything and so I maintain calmly,, I walked witout talkin because if i’d really wanted peace then no talking with her was the approprate option… I maintain muted.. better still, It would wise if not discussing with Uduak in any uncertain condition. She loves discuss and arguing.. Before then, Uduak brought a subjects of what to discuss and she did start Making comment about it.. But Before she could pronunced any utterance i immediately cut-in to prevent or interrupt her supposed subject. “Uduak we are late for school… I wonder what will happened against us for coming to school this late.” i’d started uttering words while Uduak walk beside me at righthand side of road. After treking for about 2 miles or more, I started hearing sounds of beaten drums from distant.. I immediately called on Uduak attention but Uduak silently ignored me.. I disparateLy called on her names again,, and She kept muted for a while before she answered. Uduak spoke.. She Said; “whats your problem ?”she asked with rudeness in her pitch “i’ve got no problems right now,,, Am only concerned about you…” I answered her while pointing my finger towards the direction where the school locate.. Uduak slidely looked there. “Prince,, we’re dead today! what are we to tell those terrible seniors at the gate?” Uduak worriedly complained When she sighted seniors from where we stood , her face was already twisted in grief…Uduak nearly brief but when I warmly consoled she had the confidence to face whatsoever that cometh. I had address myself preparing for worst sudden event ahead, because our seniors were that rude,inhuman and very tough . Uduak and I adjusted towards the school gate & there awaits the breaking point of our suffering. WATCH OUT FOR PART 2 http://webvibez..co.ke/2017/05/story-my-love-story-with-my-school-mum.html?m=1 |
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