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Subject: Title story: "Maryam - Brown Eyed Girl" Author: Jay Lloyd 97130279
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Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2007 08:23:05 +0000
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As I close my eyes for a second, I flash back to an extremely lucid vision from
my past. Maryam is kneeling naked in front of me. Her huge, beautiful dark eyes
are in piercing, mischievous contact with mine. Half of my rapidly re-hardening
cock is inside her full, soft lips. She is sucking it clean of the remnants of
cum from our recent fuck, as her soft right hand fondles my balls. The sweet
aroma of sex floods the bedroom. Blissful memories indeed.
The beginning: I first set my eyes upon Maryam in the warm late spring of 1999.
I had just been enrolled onto a computer skills course at a technical college in
Southampton, a city in Southern England. Although I was in the military,
sometimes, as in this case, we could be sent for training or education at
regular, or civilian, institutions. Most of the students there were aged from
sixteen to nineteen, although there were a few oldies like me. I was twenty two
at the time, and she was eighteen.
Maryam was a very, and I mean very stunning girl. She was quite tall and was
slim, with lustrous long black hair, light brown skin, a clear almost glowing
complexion, and the most beautiful big brown eyes I have ever seen in my life.
Although she was born in England, she told me that she was a Kashmiri girl, that
her family came from the Northern border area between Pakistan and India.
I was always keen to undertake any qualification or training in those days
believing that it would all enhance my future promotion chances. The very first
morning I started on the course my wandering eye was drawn to her. We were in a
large computer room which was divided into roughly four rows of tables, with
computers either side of them, and other elongated tables filled three of the
four sides of the walls. The room was quite noisy in fact the whole course was
somewhat chaotic, with a mish-mash of students of different abilities studying,
or pretending to at least, for several different qualifications. The quality of
teaching was erratic too.
The college itself was situated in an inner-city area. The area was very
ethnically mixed, with white people like me being in the minority. Most people
in the neighbourhood, and most students at the college, were of Asian descent,
largely Muslims from Pakistan, like Maryam, or were from India or Bangladesh.
There were also numbers of second and third generation West Indian migrants and
some Africans locally.
The majority white English people in the wider city referred to this area as The
Jungle, and there were always stories about muggings and rapes abounding about
the vicinity it had a very bad reputation. There was apparently an area of back
streets nearby which were off limits for white men. The urban legend was that
just to walk there would result in a beating.
To be honest, I never really experienced any problem or prejudice there,
although it was very noticeable that the students themselves tended to mix
almost exclusively within their own groups.
Anyway, perhaps I digress too much? Sitting in a rear row from the doorway, I
looked up from my keyboard and monitor for a moment and caught a very lovely
girl looking right at me. As I caught her gaze, she looked momentarily
embarrassed and stared away, although a few seconds later she looked back
again and gave me a sight of her brilliant white teeth as a shy smile
illuminated her face.
She was very beautiful, and perchance, for only the second time in my life, I
felt a harsh, almost audible pound from my heart. If not the clich love at first
sight, it was certainly close lust at first sight perhaps.
I think I must have been gaping open mouthed, as my colleague and friend Chris,
who was sat next to me, put it, Whats the matter with you Jay? You look like a
bloody goldfish staring at a headlight.
My reverie broken, I tried to focus on my task at hand, but my eyes that whole
day where constantly drawn across to this girl.
She was dressed in a kind of sari, a long patterned blue and purple silk garment
that covered most of the length of her body. She also wore a type of semi-
transparent scarf, which was pushed down from her thick, lustrous black hair.
When I observed her walking at break times, it was apparent how graceful she was
she was quite tall, and although her attire was somewhat loose and free flowing,
I could tell she was slim hipped and had fairly good sized breasts. Maybe those
youthful days I had spent live painting had given me a keen observational eye,
or perhaps I had an over-active imagination. Anyway, I was certainly transfixed
by her, and from the occasional stolen glances I received, it was a mutual
attraction. At least I dearly hoped so.
I wanted her. Badly!
Back then, although Id had a number of relationships, and the occasional
enjoyable one-nighter, my experiences had all been with white girls. Id had some
great sex, and I had and have a high sex drive. I loved to kiss soft lips and to
feel the warmth of smooth naked female flesh ...
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