Classmate of My Girlfriend

[Mr****]

Chapter 1 -Jane
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I was still in my first year of university when one of the most unforgettable things in my life happened.
Class had just ended when I read a text from my girlfriend Rose.
I also noticed she was almost an hour late.
Before I could even finish reading, the message said:
“Baby, pick me up now at school. Just wait for me here…”
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I didn’t waste any time—I quickly got into a taxi.
I knew when her messages were short like that, it was either something important or she was in a hurry.
The weather was bad too—just my luck.
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When I arrived at her school, I texted her right away:
“I’m here at your school gate, baby. Where are you? Reply ASAP…”
She didn’t reply, so I waited.
After almost 20 minutes, I saw her classmate Jane coming out of the gate.
I approached her and asked,
“Jane, excuse me…”
(She was talking to some friends at the time.)
“Have you seen Rose? Where is she now?”
Jane answered,
“She already went home a while ago. Her stomach hurt—it’s a girl thing.”
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“Ah, okay. Thanks.”
I replied and turned away.
I was about to text Rose again when the rain suddenly poured down—it had only been drizzling earlier.
I shoved my phone in my pocket and ran across the street to catch a taxi.
Bad luck—all the passing taxis were full.
I told myself I’d just wait for the rain to lighten up before heading back to the boarding house.
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I hadn’t even wiped myself dry when an adventure suddenly stopped right in front of me.
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“Tony, come on, get in! It’ll be hard to catch a taxi or bus right now,”
Jane shouted at me.
I felt shy because I didn’t really know her well and she wasn’t close to Rose either, but I had no choice—the rain was too heavy.
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I ran to Jane’s car and got into the passenger seat.
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While I was taking off my uniform polo and wiping myself with my handkerchief, Jane said,
“Where’s your place, Tony? I’ll drop you off.”
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I smiled at her and joked,
“It’s pretty far—why, are you really going to drive me all the way there? Hehe.”
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She laughed too.
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“Oh, sorry—I didn’t know. So where’s your boarding house?”
Jane asked again.
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“It’s a bit far from here—I’m staying at my aunt’s place. Is that okay? What if your place is in the opposite direction?”
I said.
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“No, it’s fine. But is it okay if we stop by my house first to drop off these?”
She pointed to the back—groceries she probably bought before class.
“Mom’s waiting for them,” she added.
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“Okay, sure. Sorry for the trouble…”
I said, feeling embarrassed.
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While we were driving to her house, we chatted about random things.
Rose was the main topic most of the time.
But eventually we fell quiet.
Only the hum of the car and the sound of other vehicles stuck in traffic filled the air.
I glanced at Jane.
Only now did I really notice how pretty she was—fair skin, red lips, slight exotic features.
I stared at her.
I also noticed her full breasts.
In my mind: her nipples are probably pinkish too…
Throb… throb…
My cock pulsed harder just from the thought.
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“Hey, what’s wrong with you? Why do you keep staring at me?”
Jane asked, her face turning red.
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“Huh? Oh, sorry… I didn’t realize I was doing it…”
I answered honestly—I had zoned out staring at her for a few minutes.
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“Watch it—if you do that again, I’ll tell Rose,” she threatened.
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“Nah, I’m a one-woman man,” I bragged—which was true at the time.
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So I fixed my sitting position to face forward.
But we stayed quiet.
As the car slowly moved through traffic, my mind wandered again.
I imagined romancing Jane—playing with her breasts while fucking her…
Plok! Plok! Plok!
My hips slamming against her, wet and relentless…
Jane moaning in pleasure as she met every thrust…
Ahh! Nghh! Oohhh!
Her voice breaking…
My junior slowly woke up inside my soft khaki pants.
Throb… pulse…
Good thing I had placed my removed polo there to hide it.
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A few minutes later we arrived at her house—in a nice, upscale neighborhood.
Their house was beautiful—clearly well-off.
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“Get out for a bit. Let’s drink water first before I drop you off, and so you can meet my mom,”
Jane suddenly said as she stepped out of the car.
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She got the grocery bags from the back.
I took them from her so I could carry them inside.
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“Mom, here are the things you asked for!”
Jane shouted.
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Her mom came out.
Damn—she was stunning.
Even prettier than Jane—fairer, taller, like a beauty queen.
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“Mom, this is Tony, my friend. Tony, this is my mom,”
Jane introduced us.
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“Good afternoon, Ma’am,”
I said, shaking her hand.
Her hand was so soft…
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“Same to you,”
her mom replied.
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We went to their living room.
The house was old but elegant.
Jane and I sat on the sofa.
Their helper brought two glasses of water.
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Jane stood up and went to the kitchen.
I followed her with my eyes.
Her ass was big too—even through her uniform skirt it showed.
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She came back.
“Tony, Mom says eat dinner here first before you go home,”
she said with a smile.
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“No, it’s okay—I’ll just leave. Can I borrow your phone to call a taxi?”
I said shyly.
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“No need—eat first. My brother Roy will drive you later,”
her mom suddenly said from beside me—I hadn’t noticed her approach.
Roy was Jane’s older brother, a police officer.
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“Okay, sure, Ma’am.”
I answered them.
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While we were watching TV—I couldn’t concentrate on the movie playing—I couldn’t stop fantasizing again.
I imagined my mouth on Jane’s breasts while I fucked her…
Slurp… mmm…
Sucking her nipples hard…
Jane enjoying every thrust…
Plok! Plok! Plok!
My hips slamming, wet and rhythmic…
Ahh! Nghh! Oohhh!
Her moans filling the room…
My cock was getting harder again.
Throb… throb…
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Then Jane’s brother arrived.
I got scared—he was big, not fat but muscular.
He looked at me like he wanted to shoot me with the gun on his side.
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“Kuya, this is Tony, my friend,”
Jane said.
He just nodded at me—I nodded back.
“Kuya, hurry—change clothes so we can eat,”
Jane said hurriedly—it was almost 7 p.m. already.
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After we ate, I thanked them and said goodbye.
Her brother was supposed to drive me, but the helper said the road out was flooded.
So her mom said I should just sleep over.
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I refused at first—too shy, and Jane and I weren’t even that close.
But her brother insisted—and I was scared of him too.
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They lent me her brother’s clothes and pajamas.
I slept in Jane’s room.
Jane slept in her mom’s room since her dad was away at the time.
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After I showered and changed, I lay on Jane’s bed, thinking about the situation.
I felt so embarrassed…
(I had already texted my aunt that I couldn’t go home and was staying at a classmate’s place.)
I fell asleep thinking about it.
Then I woke up when the light turned on—***ful to the eyes.
I thought it was Jane again, but it was Roy, her brother.
He looked angry… or not?
“Enjoying yourself?”
He turned off the light again and closed the door.
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I couldn’t believe it—he knew, but he didn’t stop us.
*** and shame mixed inside me.
It took a long time before I fell asleep again.
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To be continued…