Maybe I’m just not cut out to be university material”“Toni, stop feeling sorry for yourself. I got a C and two Ds ... now that’s a screw up. N..., actually my friend Clive really screwed up, he got two Es. That isn’t enough to go to the newest, worst, uni in the world! The school won’t even let him come back to retake, I don’t think. And he’s not thick. Just messed up on the day. You didn’t mess up. You are definitely university material.”She jumped down and kissed me, this time on the lips.. I couldn’t help but watch. “Yep, pretty much…” I responded. “Totally cliché!” she smirked. “So what clique are you in?” “Me?” I asked as I took a big lick of my ice cream. “I’m not really in any of them.” “Oh… A loner,” she said with a little bit of an exaggerated tone. “You don’t seem like a loner.” “What do I seem like?” “Someone who buys a girl ice cream and jokes about clichés,” she joked. “Not really loner qualities. I bet you’re the nice guy who everyone views as their friend.” “Ha, I. She’s utterly charming and helpful. I know she takes after her mother Jocelyn in being, what shall we say, short and stumpy, small bouncy tits and so full of fun. Her family are good friends of my Mum and Dad, so I’ve known her since we were kids. Played doctors and nurses, you show me yours if I show you mine – you know, the usual.The next day, in ghigh anticipation, I had just got into the barn when Jackie showed up with an elderly lady, this time both in walking gear, walking a dog. I. (Same pinch). The heroine of the story… well, what to say, beautiful, wild, girl I could only dream to have. Won’t reveal her stats as that would be an injustice to her beauty. It can’t be measured in numbers, though those were perfect.So, I started my college in Ujjain, 2 years passed, had one or two flings, all long distance and phone sex kind of things. I was always sexually active (with my hand) but never experienced more than a kiss and pressed from over the top. The 3rd year started, I.