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Sweeter Than Honey

Tony Sunkan


(C) 2021







Full of exuberance, Michael is in good hands. He finds himself in the midst of young, sultry babes that cannot be resisted. To him, the allure and satisfaction they provide is sweeter than honey.










Chapter One

At the Lagooville University, Lekki, Lagos, I was glad to complete my admission registration. I was now a bonafide Mass Communication student. At nineteen, things were not that bad. The future was rosy. I had not yet got accommodation, so I had to stay in the residence of Mr. Obi at the staff quarters.

Mr. Obi was a friend to my dad. He said it was all a pleasure to have mercy in his place
I could see that I would be having a good time with the Obis. The only child of the house was Christy, a pretty girl of my age who also just got admission to study level Psychology. It did not take a long time before Christ and I struck a cordial chord.

Last year, Christy's mother passed on to glory. Christy talked passionately about her mother. I could not but sympathize with her.

This evening, just like we did most nights, the three of us ate our meals in relative silence. We chatted about football for a couple of minutes before returning to the food. Then Mr. Obi asked us both if we were having a good time in the campus.

“Oh so far, so good,” I admitted. “It’s been nice to be an undergraduate and to be here with your family.”

Mr. Obi nodded, but arched an eyebrow and gave his daughter a curious look. There was not much to say after that. After the meal, Mr. Obi retired to his room from where he preferred to watch the cable television. I could sense that Christy looked somehow ruffled.

"Any problem?" I asked her. I could see her reluctance. I held her hand softly.

That simple touch broke the dam, and the waterworks started flowing. Christy sobbed, slipped out of her chair, and I helped her climb semi-sideway to my seat as the tears streamed down her cheeks.

Our height difference made our heads more or less at the same elevation, and I kissed her cheek before trapping it against the side of mine while I continued to squeeze her shoulder.

Eventually, the tears began to subside. I waited her out, stroking the side of her arm and shoulder.

“Talk to me,” I encouraged. "Come on a problem shared is half solved.

“Emma’s an asshole,” she muttered, wiping her eyes.




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Eventually, the tears began to subside. I waited her out, stroking the side of her arm and shoulder.

“Talk to me,” I encouraged. "Come on a problem shared is half solved.

“Emma’s an asshole,” she muttered, wiping her eyes.

“I figured. What did he do?”

Emma was the boy Christy didn’t want me talking about to her dad. Last weekend, we’d been at the mall so Christy and Precious could shop for back-to-school clothes.

As usual, I was their fashion consultant to give them a male opinion for how hot theylooked in their outfits. We ran into Emma and two of his buddies, and although we’d never been friends, there had been some flirting and Emma had expressed interest in seeing Christy at school.

With our academic calendar starting on a Thursday, Christy had been pent up with excitement all week looking forward to seeing him again, although their reunion had apparently not gone well.

Christy pouted while I cuddled her close and nuzzled her neck with my nose. I continued rubbing her arms until she calmed down a little more, and eventually she turned her head to look at me with tear-streaked eyes.

“Why do boys have to all be sex-obsessed bastards?”

“They’re called hormones. Come with puberty,” I quipped. “Come on, you should know that."

Christy snorted. I had a handkerchief in the pocket of my jeans trousers. She reached out to get it and to use it to blow her nose.

When she calmed down more, I hugged her close and asked quietly, “Did he do anything that requires me to kick his ass? I promise to be your brother and to protect you. Did he touch you?”

Christy felt the tenseness in my arms and quickly turned to face me again. “No, nothing like that.”

I unclenched my jaw and relaxed a little.

She breathed in deeply and sagged back against my chest.

“He just...” Her voice trailed off.

She glanced up at the roof, gathered her thoughts, and let out a long exhalation.

“Michael...” she began quietly.

I waited for her, just holding her close.

“Does it ... bother you ... when we all tease you?” she asked softly.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

I did. As the only guy in the group we just formed, I had always got teased pretty mercilessly.

Five teenage girls (six after Tonia joined) wanted to push their boundaries and test out their feminine wiles on the males of society, and there was no practice dummy better than me.

If one of the girls wanted to figure out the optimal angle for tossing her hair, batting her eyelashes, and flashing a coquettish look over her shoulder, she’d try it out a few times on me to perfect her technique before bringing it to school and using it on a guy they’d actually date.

The same applied to when any of them wanted to check out a guy’s reaction to her new bikini before wearing it to the beach.

I constantly had cleavage pushed up into my face. The girls kept bending over at the waist to pick up something off the floor. I got to touch a lot ... My chest, my shoulders, my arms. My legs got rubbed underneath the table just sitting in a booth at Comfy’s eatery.






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I constantly had cleavage pushed up into my face. The girls kept bending over at the waist to pick up something off the floor. I got toUchechid ... a lot ... My chest, my shoulders, my arms. My legs got rubbed underneath the table just sitting in a booth at Comfy’s eatery.

But no matter how much the girls teased me, I never took advantage of them. Not once had I ever grabbed a juicy ass uninvited. not once had I pawed at a boob, even when it was within easy reach. You know: the kinds of things that would get guys slapped.

Okay, in fairness I may have got a bit of side-boob with my fingertips giving one of the girls a back massage, and I had got in some serious groping when the girls grabbed my hands and put them on their goodies from outside their clothing. But the cardinal rule was that I never initiated, only accepted whatever they felt comfortable giving. This was the reason the girls all trusted me. I was Michael, the “safe” guy. So all of them continued to tease me, even Christy.

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and told her seriously, “You know I don’t mind. I love it.”

“But don’t you ever wish we would let you do more?” Christy gave me a skeptical look and turned a little more sideways in my lap. I became consciously aware that her cute plaid blouse was unbuttoned to her navel, exposing a white tank top scooped low enough to give me a great downward view into her 32D cleavage. and noting my gaze, she thrust her chest forward a little, making damn sure I was looking.

I frowned, not sure yet where this was going or what it had to do with Emma. Instinctively, I started to make up a dismissive comment about how we were all friends and that I respected the girls too much to think of them that way, but this was Christy asking me and she knew the truth anyway.

She just wanted me to say it out loud. Although I’d briefly glanced down at Christy’s tits, I focused on her pretty face and answered, “Of course I do. You’re a bunch of super-hot girls and I’m just as much of a sex-obsessed bastard as Emma is.”

“No you’re not. How many times have I sat in your lap just like this?”

“Uh, more times than I can count.”

“And how many times have you ever grabbed my ass?”

“Never.” My eyes narrowed. “Did Emma grab--”

“No, no,” she cut me off. “I already told you he didn’t touch me.”

I settled down and exhaled slowly.

Christy reached a hand up, handling my cheek and turning my face to hers so that we were only inches apart. Again, the height difference was such that we were basically eye-to-eye. “Do you wish you could grab my ass?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you could grab my tits?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you could throw me down across my bed, sliding your aching dick deep into my pussy, and Bleep the shit out of me?”

“Jeezus, Christy.” My eyes popped open wide and I leaned back a bit.

“Do you?”

“You’re like my sister,Christy”

“But do you?”

“No! I don’t!”

Christy frowned, and now she was leaning back away from me. She looked hurt. “You don’t?”

“Like I said: I think of you as a sister.”

“We’re not related, Michael.”




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