I was starring. I was caught in the display. Cynthia kept on trying to illustrate to the Junior student before her how she wanted her to clean up her dusty sandals. She kept leaning forward while doing so. But as she did this, I was continuously being explicitly presented with what had suddenly become a highly erotic view. Her panties as well as her blue mini combat shorts, have ridden down the cheeks of her big ass and was now revealing the crack of her bum mid-way down. I was stupendously mesmerized by this. And as her body went back and forth with her many gesticulations, her ass swung to and fro, prompting the young student’s eyes, as well as mine, to dance around with the rather fat mass of flesh. My pussy easily reacted to this and in just a moment, I sensed the moisture form inside of me. It took quite a while and a great deal before I could finally disengage myself from such gawking. It had been a thoroughly enticing experience but equally one that was accompanied with a great deal of absurdity, overall. I wasn’t into girls if I were to be frank. In fact, going by the definitions of the various sexual orientations known to the world, I am simply straight. Back home, I have this dude I call my boyfriend.

Tunde by name and we have had sex once. He popped my cheery in the course and since then, I have longed to do it again with him. I had never had any feelings for any girl and cannot think of anytime I ever even gave being with any other girl a thought. I have even talked a couple of my colleagues who are always into it here in the dormitory, out of it. I was just heterosexual. A little girl who loved and worshiped big enormous male cocks! And a slut of some kind whenever I found myself around hung guys. But now, something else appeared to be creeping in. I had first noticed this two evenings ago. Just after the relocation of some students from their previous dormitory to new ones. Some new blocks had been recently commissioned by the Parent Teacher’s Association and most of us were instructed to move into them. That was how Cynthia came to join us. I already had a best friend called Udak. We had been friends since Class one and had even shared a single bed sometime in the past when the school struggled with bed spaces. Now we sleep separately but still on the same bunk. She stayed below while I used the bed above. However, I had not known she also had a similarly close friend who happened to be Cynthia. She was a classmate of hers (I was in a different classroom block but of similar grade) who only used a separate dormitory. Nonetheless, I had already heard a thing or two ‘ugly’ things about here even though I was yet to get close to her. However, just after the instruction to relocate, Cynthia began demanding that Udak secured a bed space for her within our own dormitory. That meant from the beds that were going to be left out empty when some people in our dormitory had moved out. Udak told me about it, and even though I never openly objected, I really was not comfortable with the move. The rumours I had heard made me really worried. It had circulated a lot within the school female dorms back then, that she was a lesbian or at least a Bi. I equally even heard on certain occasions that some of my distant friends openly spoke about their wish to get down with the ‘notorious’ girl and did really send out an invite to her. Even when some of them were not into girls in any way. Of course, this made me feel bad since I had always been one of the strongest preachers against same-sex relationship within the dorms. Therefore, when Udak (who I could swear before any oracle was not into fellow girls) told me about Cynthia’s supposed move into our own dorm, it only left me quite livid. That was not only going to mean a sudden closeness to a lesbian girl of which I ultimately detest, but also a become a threat to the beautiful relationship I had developed with Udak. Unfortunately, she did move in and not just that, she equally secured a bed which was just adjacent to us. And her occupying the lower bed meant that she was always going to spend the night close to Udak since she slept below mine. Poor me!

Two nights had gone now and it was already appearing like I had a big mountain before me. In fact, the Cynthia I had harbored so much dislike for, had swept me off my feet when she finally joined our dorm. She was just outlandishly stunning to say the least. We were all in our last grades and thus were seniors. And I am sure she was the same age as myself; sixteen. But she looked entirely much more matured than myself! She was a bit taller than me. Had a figure of a grown-up woman. Possessed these big poking tits you would not expect to find on the chest of a sixteen year old. And had a hip that played the violin when she walked. She was just too beautiful. I now understood why most girls in the dorm wanted to sleep with her. Apart from all those traits she had, she still had another extraordinary feature. Her big fat ass! Up till this point in my life (I will be twenty-six by next birthday), I still cannot explain how she managed to have a backside that big and fleshy at sixteen. It was a direct contrast to her body size which was mainly slender. The ass only made itself obvious to noticed anytime she dressed and walked out. She was just mesmerizing. I was equally beautiful; in fact I won the last mock hostel beauty pageant conducted in our dormitory by our Hostel porters. But I simply understood that Cynthia was more beautiful than myself and was going to subsequently take away the repeated pageant victory I had always enjoyed and gotten a lot of respect for. Udak, who is the less beautiful of the three of us was also a killer. In the sense that she had another commendable body. But she was not close to the two of use, facial-wise. I and Cynthia were the better.

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