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

  The night was still. Amelia would not let my arm and embrace loose off her body. I watched the way she held the glass of red wine in her long sender fingers, sexy and long finger nails. The well looked after female fingers are hot. Her feet were small, slim and long. Finger nails painted white, she was a pure princess. I was going to fuck her senseless in a minute. She wanted it as much as I did. I knew that.

  PART THREE

  Journey to England

  Chapter One

  6.00am. September 2001, I was outside the British High Commission on Gall Road waiting in a long queue to get my student visa to come to England to do my masters. I never intended to return after completion. I wanted to set up in business there and be successful. The premises were fortified by a high wall. You could not see the inside. Coiled barbed wires ran all the way round on top of the wall. The road was permanently closed for motor vehicular traffic due to the threats from the LTTE from the North. That area of Colombo homed a significant number of important offices including the presidential palace, the old parliament building and the Twin Towers which was the tallest building in Ceylon. It accommodated a number of businesses I often used to visit with a view to selling computers. I have been to the top flow of the Twin Towers in the lift. When you looked at the two towers from outside, you could see miles away, the sea and buildings. They were beautiful, well maintained flower gardens, car parks and very clean. The towers appeared to move against the moving blue sky and white clouds. The security was high. Everyone entering the gate were thoroughly searched from body to bags and it was guarded by armed soldiers and armed tanks. I had been to many businesses on the Gale Road and the surrounding. I was very comfortable that morning.

  I was amongst the hundreds who had been lined up to get in. “Where to?” One shouted and another answered “Kingston”. Everyone was trying to show off to each other. I did not know anybody in the queue. I kept to myself and watched them instead of talking to the bragging strangers waiting impatiently in the queue who had been there since early hours. I wanted to secure my place in the queue so I had arranged my landlord’s son to be there for me till I got there at 6.00am. I was not far behind in the queue. I was happy with the position he had secured for me. I was behind about thirty or forty people in the queue and still nearer to the gate. We swapped. He left, nobody questioned or seemed to care.

  The tall dark iron gates at the entrance opened at 8.00am. We were allowed in small batches. I sat there waiting to be called reading a magazine or two I had brought with me. Quite, I could hear the others being interviewed. One guy I had heard before bragging in the queue had not prepared for the interview at all. What an idiot to wake up early in the morning, pick up a few pieces of paper you think would do the trick and walked into an interview that could change your life. I could not afford to lose. I came prepared and felt very confident all the way through and all along.

  My number was showing up at the top of one of the counters. The clerk smiled at me as I approached him and I handed in my file. He went through my documents with a smile and asked about how my business studies had been so far and all that and whether it was had. He said “I will give you the visa”. I thanked him and went back to my seat to wait for the passport to be returned with the visa stamped.

  Chapter Two

  In a couple of weeks’ time I would be in England. So excited, I had yet to go and buy me some winter clothes, find some pocket money. The hardest stage of the entire process was to raise money from zero to half a million rupees. That was a lot of money. I have worked very hard in all my life. However, that proved to be the hardest thing I had ever done before coming to England. I had no idea how hard life was going to be once I was there at the time. I went to see so many people I had known and thought they were going to lend me the money. I was mistaken. They all let me down. I had nothing but my determination and that was not going to let me down.

  I started a poultry farm as a school boy and that was enough for me to pay for my education, buy books and clothes. I had to sell off all the poultry a year before I came to live in England as my father suddenly passed away in a farm accident in 2000. He was 63 at the time, a retired teacher. I was working for this blue chip company selling IBM computers at the time. I was able to save some money. I was once of the best marketers. They called me the most aggressive marketing executive they had ever seen. I had earned the respect from across the board from top to bottom. And I was able to get things done easily. Even one girl to came to me and said “If you fancy any of us girls please tell”. When I was a little boy I realized that I was only attracted to white girls so I never tried to pull a girl there. I had been told that my mums father had a white skin and that came from a traditionally well to do family. And my mums skin was whiter too. I still do not yet know if my mum’s side had any role to play with the British colony back then. I would find it out one day. I have read many stories of Englishmen sleeping with native women and bearing illegitimate kids and stuff. If that was the case who was my great-great grandfather?

  I met this rich friend of my father’s at his funeral and had a chat with him. At a later date I met him and asked if I could borrow some money. Instead of offering to lend me he talked about the ways I could borrow money which I already knew anyway. But those options were beyond me. That was the very reason why I wanted to borrow from friends and the people I had already known. Next I tried the poultry merchant who I had been doing business with since I was a school boy. They said they were tight at the minute when I knew very well that they were not. Two done, easy. Then I went to see a local loan shark. He was not a shark in the true sense. He was a former convict who somehow managed to make some money, turned lender, prawn broker and businessman. He messed about a lot promising to lend me the necessary money but not committing to a date. It was time I gave up on him as well.

  The time was running out for me. I only had Saturday evenings and Sundays free as I was doing a full time job. However, this job gave me the opportunity to go and talk to banks and other financial institutions during the week.

  I came up with a plan. When I sold my poultry farm I invested that money on a plot of mahogany plantation. The investment was going to mature in 17 years giving us a substantial return on the investment. What if I could use the deed given to me as a security for a loan from a financing company? Armed with my new plan and the necessary documents I went to Central Finance, a leading lender for commerce and vehicle leasing. Given the current nature of my job and my future plans they agreed to give me a quarter of million rupees. My bank also agreed to lend me a smaller amount. Another bank I had a joint account with my mum and few of my close friends from work lent me enough to make up my target of half a million rupees. I still can’t imagine how I did it, the enthusiasm I had and how I never ran out of it.

  Chapter Three

  17th of September 2001, I boarded on a plane to Heathrow via Dubai. It was a fifteen-hour flight with waiting times at the Dubai Airport Transit. I was travelling with another person who was introduced to me by my tutor before flying to England. He was going to do the same course as mine at the university. I only had a chance to talk to him properly on the flight as we both sat next to each other. He was an engineering graduate now wanting to do a postgraduate degree in business. I had been on a domestic plane trip before when I was a little boy. This was my first flight away from my country and it was a long haul flight. We were both so excited and did not feel the passage of time and the boredom it would normally bring with it. The plane was very clean. The food was ok. We never fell asleep. We watched the sky, clouds and the changing landscape over the continents and meandering long rivers carrying waters into the seas while facilitating trade and commerce on land.

  It was a long wait at the Dubai airport, waiting for our transit plane to arrive. We managed to kill the time wandering about duty free shops. We did not buy anything. I only had a limited amount of money on me. Besides I did not find anything interesting anyway. I was not sure if we were in the r
ight section of the duty free. Everyone had to go through a thorough body search before they boarded the plane to Heathrow.

  We arrived at the airport early afternoon, I checked in quickly. However, my new friend came back to me and said he has to undergo a medical test before he was allowed in. I had to wait a good couple of hours before I saw him again. His face had some scares and marks. That was probably why they wanted to examine him for any diseases. We managed to catch the last 10.00pm coach to Cambridge. I quickly grabbed the front seat. I was so curious. I had been dreaming of what England looked like for many years. I knew that it was cold, the buildings and houses looked somewhat different. It was time for me to see her for real. I had seen England before on television. But you do not get the true picture until you are there physically. It was dark and road was not busy. The coach drove us fast into Cambridge.

  “Cambridge” the driver said. We disembarked the coach, collected our luggage and soon the coach left. It was cold, very windy and the wind blew loudly through the buildings, open spaces and trees like a ghost. We had an address of a house where we would be staying. However, we did not have a clue as to where to go. No taxis nor passengers were there at the time. We contemplated on whether to go to that address or to find a new place with an English family. I would not want to stay with people of my own country as it would not give me the opportunity to learn a new culture nor would it give me a chance to start a new life here in England.

  We had no choice at that time of the night but to go to the place that had been prearranged. We both said to each other we were only going there for few days till we find accommodation with an English family thereafter. It was midnight when we arrived at the house by taxi. It was not far from the town centre at all. The house had a separate entrance and was situated on a quiet street with access only to the residents as the street was a dead end motor vehicular traffic. We were given a small room on the ground floor which we had to share. There was one single bed, a desk and chair, wall mounted racks and a wardrobe. My friend decided to sleep on the floor. I had the single bed. We were hungry. We ate what food we had brought with us. Tired, so we went to bed as we were going to the university in the morning.

  Chapter Four

  It was a rainy morning. We were guided to our university by one of the housemates who was doing an undergraduate degree there. We were taken via the main road, even though there was a shortcut, to show us the shops and the area. We were so excited. The neighbourhood seemed bigger than actually it was. So much to take in. It was about 10 minutes’ walk in the light rain. We felt the cold.

  We were joining the course a couple of days after it had started. We had to go and register first. There was no queue as we were late comers. The class was on the top floor of a four storied building at the back of the university. It was closer to our house, about 5 minutes through the short cut. All the front seats in the class room were already taken. Later I realized that there was a pattern of the same groups occupying them. It should be free for everyone to grab as you come in. However, that was not the case. I managed to sit all the time somewhere in the middle of the class or occasionally on the side. However, me being not very tall, five foot two, it was beneficial to be seated nearer to the font to get a better view. One day, I came early and sat on a front side long desk where five Germans normally would sit. The German with the skin head came and said to me “This desk is reserved”. So I had to move back to another desk somewhere in the middle. He was wrong. The desks were not reserved. You could sit wherever you wanted to. Did I need a fight? Not now at least, for I had not got the time for it. I did not want to be distracted by anything.

  The classroom was very light thanks to the tall glass windows with rear views to a graveyard which now was more of a park than an active place for burial. In fact, it was not used for new burials. People sat at the benches. Some people use it as a shortcut. The others used to go for a run there including myself. The cemetery had medium sized trees and the look of a park. It did not remind us of death. It did not bother me as I was full of hope, bursting with positive energy and wanted to succeed all the time.

  Soon, I was befriended by a European girl called Anna. She had black curly hair, medium built, slim, was in her mid-twenties and smoked. She just came to me and wanted to hang about with me during breaks and after the lectures. She was in my class. I did not mind as I did not have a job to go to yet. I was free after the lectures. During breaks we went outside then she comes to me. I did not want to ask her out. But it was nice to have a bit of fun with her. I was sure she needed a fuck as much as I did.

  One evening we were hanging about in front of the library. She was having a chat with me. Another guy from my class came and tried to show off to her. He was a bit jealous that she was with me. He wanted to fuck her instead. I said to her “Let’s go and have a drink”. Leaving him standing there we walked up to the pub over the road. “Two beers” I ordered. We sat at the bar on tall round bar stools. She rolled her bum while seating on the stool looking at me erotically. She sat very close to me facing. I touched her thighs from time to time as we talked. She wriggled, scratched her boobs and between upper legs suggesting that she was horny. She was wearing knee high black boots, a pair of tight blue jeans and a black long sleeved wool jumper. She had her cleavage area unbuttoned revealing her black velvety bra.

  I touched her fingers as we talked, bent them and licked the tips. She smiled erratically as I did. I held her fingers against my cheek as she smiled and suggested “Shall we go to yours?”. She winked. I knew that she was living at the university in the student accommodation. I ran the back of my palm round her cheeks, chin and the neck while admiring her sexy body. I liked her boobs. They were a handful. We finished the beers. I held her hand signalling her time to go. We walked hand in hand in the dark, stopped and kissed her lips then walked up the steps to her room.

  Anna opened her handbag, took the door key out and opened the door. She gave me a sexy glance as she entered her room. The single bed was tidy but her knickers and bras were scattered on the floor, quite a few dirty knickers. Has she been masturbating? I could smell cum on them and the stain marks. I said “I love the knickers” sitting on the bed. She smiled and jumped on me. We rolled over the bed, me on top then her on top. I kissed her, bit her boobs over her jumper and ran my fingertips over her neck, hair and cleavage. I unbuttoned her jeans and ran my fingers over and under her pink knickers. They were moist and damp covered in her wet. I ran my index finger down her slit as I sucked her lips. Anna took her jumper off. Oh my God, a nice pair of boobs hidden under her bra, slim waist and I could fuck her all night. I kissed her over her bra, sucked her nipples and then took the bra off. DD, nice. Her nipples had a beautiful dark round circles making them even more sexier. One nipple was pierced with a ring. I sat on her tummy naked, rubbed my cock tip over her nipples, boobs and cleavage. The cleavage was moist and slippery enough for me to fuck. I held her boobs tight together and tit fucked her talking dirty. She stretched her tongue to catch the tip of my cock and tasted my juice. I sucked her mouth in return. I stopped fucking her tits and rubbed the tip of my cock over her belly button circling.

  “69” I said. And let her suck my cock while I started eating her juicy cunt. She was fully shaven with dark pussy lips. She must have been masturbating a lot.

  PART FOUR

  Brooding the Nest

  Chapter One

  My evening shift at Max Mara was becoming regular now. I knew that they were trying to use me as I was hard working. I could have refused to do the evening shift. Only thing that prevented me doing so was Faye. If I did the morning shift, I would go home before she started work. I would not get a chance to see her. I would have to sacrifice my Kung Fu class for now. It was a compromise I had to make even though I was not very strongly felt for her. It was not love at first sight. I just felt something for her. I did not want to lose her but keep her on my side for now. Not leave a chance for anyone else to snatch her. I needed her but I
wanted to give it a bit more time. Why I was not in such a desperation and why I did not have that dying desire to ask her out I could not explain.

  Had I left it too long to ask her out? I did not know.

  Faye had long blonde hair up to her bum and a bum to die for in a slim body. I snatched every available opportunity to look at her bum, her body and hair without her knowledge and dreamt of what I was going to do to please her sexually when she would be mine. I would take it slow and long, undress her slowly bit by bit while touching every inch of her body with my fingertips, hold her slim waste on the side with my fingers and kiss her tummy all the way up to and in between her breasts, then spread her legs wide and kiss her knickers and run my fingertips over and under.

  I gazed at her bum every time I happened to be behind her between the lines apparel displays or the paths in between. I had to be careful as to nobody was watching me, not even the 360 CCTV cameras fixed overhead and operated by the in store security. I caught Faye looking at me too. There was this guy at work Faye talked to, Jamie. He sensed that she fancied me as well. He used to tell me when she was in the vicinity that she liked me. Faye used to look at me each time he talked to me. Probably Jamie was just messing about with both of us not directly communicating to me that Faye fancied me as well. I did not see a need of a matchmaker nor do I use one ever. At the time, I was giving Faye a lift home after work. Most of the staff at work knew it. Probably Jamie wanted to mess things up. I knew everyone was jealous.