Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 43

."Frank!" I screamed as I saw him. He must have been watching us for quite some time because there was a satisfied grin on his face.

As I moved closer, I saw him look at something outside and then the grin on his face faded and he looked grim. He spoke before I could pull the curtain and I could only make out one word that struck terror into my heart.

"Tracy!" I looked at Tracy's face from the window and all the passion in my body dissolved instantly.

"What's happening?" Bella asked.

"Tracy is coming!" I Said as we hurriedly struggled into our clothes. She wore her top and I wore my boxers and my trousers just as we heard approaching footsteps. I hear Tracy's voice as she exchanged greetings with Frank outside.

She rushed under the bed. I quickly smoothed the bed and went to open the door. I found a pensive Tracy by the door. Both Tracy and Frank entered.

"What were you doing in the room that you locked the door?" She asked.

"I was playing rough with Frank." I said.

I quickly signed to Frank, who nodded when Tracy gave him a questioning look. She went to my bed and sat down.

"So why did you come back so early?" I asked trying to divert her attention from the suspicion as she was already looking around the room with a questioning look.

"I didn't see my uncle that I was supposed to spend the weekend with so I had to return early. But...., Why the bed so rough"? She asked.

"it was when I was playing rough with Frank". I replied.

She looked at Frank and he nodded again.

I soon moved on with my life. I defended my ND project and graduated from the college. I was 19 years old and still a virgin and the prospects of getting disvirgined soon was looking dim. Then my parents compounded matters by sending me to a private University with the strictest, harshest set of rules. The moment I saw the school handbook, I knew I was in for a tough time. Sex in any form is prohibited and the penalty is one session suspension. Kissing and smooching is prohibited with one semester suspension.

Blue films are abomination in the school and they get people expelled for being in possession. Students are mandated to dress in a particular way, guys and girls have interactive time with each other that must not be violated, even secular music is prohibited. Students are not allowed to go out without permission.

I braced myself for four years of hell. In my first year, I followed the rules strictly. I avoided all the girls and kept strictly to my studies. But it was not easy; there were just too many fine girls. You should understand how I suffered, seeing pretty, sexy girls with invitation of sex written plainly on their faces, tantalizing you with their smiles and yet you can't dare touch them. It's like looking at honey in a tightly sealed, unbreakable glass. You can't taste it. You can only stare at it.

That was the situation in my first year. I was a fresher and I had a fresher's view of the school. In my second year, I started having a clearer view of the school. I grew smarter. If you know the rules well and know your way around, then you can always bend the rule to your favour. You can arrange with your girl, get a hotel in town and go on a whole weekend of sex spree.

In my second year, I met J-man. His real name is Johnson. He was my roommate, a real bad boy. He introduced me to all the ways of circumventing the law. I started leaving out time for some adventure though I still remain my good, innocent self.

One day, I walked in before the commencement of the lecture and sat down at my usual place. Suddenly I heard a feminine (girl) voice from behind me. "Don't sit there, that's my seat!" I stood up immediately ready to challenge who it was. I found myself looking into a pair of crystal clear eyes set inside a pretty, fair, angelic face. All the anger I had felt at the intruder vanished instantly. For a while, I couldn't say anything. I swung my gaze quickly from her face down her body. She had straight, smooth legs typical of runway models. My gaze swung back to her face. But she was not frowning, she was actually smiling and it was an innocent, yet mischievous smile.