Thank you, everyone, for reading my last story and leaving so many lovely comments. I also noticed some negative comments, and I did feel hurt, but I forgave them too.
A funny comment I noticed was that our names are that of Stand-up comedians, so I would like to clarify: I have changed only his name for privacy.
Another thing I’d like to tell my readers is that I’m narrating the stories in this series in the past-present, meaning, All of these events happened about two years ago. We are not together anymore. I’ve lost touch with him due to the pandemic and because he went to a university abroad for his further education.
Thank you again for the lovely messages. You all are lovely.
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Last month, when I brought him to orgasm, I decided to keep our affair discrete. Not that it mattered to that cheeky bastard. He told his friends that we were together and breached the first base, and the news spread like wildfire. I was excited and anxious at the same time. Now that it was official, nobody would bat an eye when we were together and apprehensive because there was a possibility that the news would reach my parents. That would mean leaving college and cut off all contact with him, which I would not have liked, to say in the least.
I would see him every day, but I would purposefully ignore him every time we met. It was my way of expressing anger at him for telling about us to his friends. His expression was growing worried every time we came across each other. Good. That should let him know who was in control. Revealing it to everybody without asking me was a gross mistake that he committed. Not that I had a particular problem with him divulging it. As I said, it is good that he did, but my only problem was that he did it without my permission.
Another problem with him revealing about us was I had to reply to hordes of people who perhaps lusted after me. I wear conservative clothes to college. Not because I particularly like dressing like that, but because some of my teachers knew my parents. The nasty snitches that my teachers are, they would snitch that I dress provocatively if they ever saw me like that. Even with all this conservative shit, I would still grab the attention of the onlookers. I was somewhat proud of the big, soft mounds of 32D bosom which I carried. I am remarkably fair, have clear skin and sharp features. My butt is voluptuous, and I suspect it jiggles when I walk.
The narcissistic self-eulogy aside, I started receiving messages from my ‘lovers’ who wanted to see whether I was single or committed yet. Such stupid shit turns my mood off, and I’m sure it must seem irritating to the rest of the girls too. I mean, why do boys confess after they find out that a girl is in a relationship. What triggers this urge after a girl is in a committed relationship?
One of them messaged me when I was about to call it a day and hit the bed.
“Hey, are you in a relationship, Urooj?”
“How does that matter, Aman?”
“It does, Urooj. I think… I think I like you.”
“Why tell me now? It’s not like something remarkable has happened.”
“Oh, don’t lie to me, Urooj. I know you’re in a relationship with him.”
“Congratulations. Don’t disturb me then.”
I blocked him after that message.
The next day, when I reached college, I saw Abhishek at the gate waiting for me with a flower. Cheeky Bastard.
“For whom are you waiting? For whom did get that flower?”
“Of course for you, Urooj.”
“Ah, why would I need a flower?”
“Because you are mad at me?”
That was true. Plus, a flower was a sure-shot way to cool me. I was blushing, which he noticed, so he started smiling too. I took the flower.
“I still am angry with you for telling about us to your friends without my permission.”
“You are very sexy, so I had to.”
“I know that.”
“Sorry, Urooj.”
” ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it, boy. You will pay for it.”
“I will?”
“Yes, you will, soon.”
I had my classes, and I noticed that most of our grade was absent. When I enquired, I found out that they went for the monthly debate at a nearby college. I felt a plan brewing in the back of my mind. The nearly empty college was giving me ideas. Ahh. I shouldn’t be thinking this. I should be angry. I brushed away these thoughts. I tried concentrating on my class, but my teacher was making it hopelessly dull.
When I went home, I relaxed for a bit and then got back to my books. I realized that I was spending too much time scheming my way into his pants. My studies took a hit as a result. Even my favorite author, Plutarch, seemed hopelessly tiresome today. Therefore I decided to sleep. When I woke up, my mom was calling me to dinner. I missed my evening tea and snacks. I had my dinner and again went back to sleep, not having anything else to do. About 2 hours passed by, and I still couldn’t sleep. I figured that it was because I slept from the afternoon till dinner. My mind began to wander, and I decided to watch porn. Figuring that my parents would not wake up in such wee hours, I decided that I might as well take my time browsing. Choosing the video of honor to which I’d finger myself to bliss is no joke after all.
I found an enjoyable video to start the session. I skipped to the part where it got down to the real business. On the screen, a blonde-haired woman had sat down and impaled her pussy on a large cock and was riding it hard. That got me wet real soon. I watched in silence for a minute or so, taking in the sounds of the woman as the guy slapped and grabbed her ass while she rode him. I imagined training Abhishek so that he could similarly give me pleasure.
I take a few deep breaths right and slowly take off all my clothes. I lay down on my back. I start caressing my body, starting with my chest proceeding to my breasts, spending a moment savoring my perfect boobs. I run my right hand on my belly, slowly moving towards my legs. The feeling is heavenly. How I wish he were doing it to me. My hand then wanders towards my tight nipples. It was getting difficult because of my phone in my left hand. I stopped for a moment and got my study pad to hold my phone. It would do nicely, I thought. I lay down again, now that both of my hands were free.
I continue with my right hand caressing my boobs. My breath was getting agitated as I increased my pace. I was getting close, so I decided to stop. I got so skilled that I could make myself cum without ever touching my pussy. I got up and drank some water. My body cooled down in the meantime. Edging is a pleasant way to pleasure oneself, and I mastered that art a long time ago.
I lay down again, this time very relaxed and fully awake. I play the video again. The woman is groaning in pleasure. I start caressing my boobs again and squeeze them. Slowly my left hand drops to my thighs as I pet my boobs with my right hand. I bring my fingers near my thighs draw circles near my pussy before actually touching it. The feeling is divine. I start rubbing my pussy slowly at first. My fingers flutter around my pussy, increasing my pleasure. I insert a finger inside me and keep pushing it as deep as I can. I add two more fingers, and the sensation elevates. The feeling gets intense with each passing second, and the moment arrives. A soft moan escapes my mouth as I cum.
Oh
Oh yes. Ahh, it feels so good.
I doze off in a state of euphoria and wake up half-naked the next day. I got ready for college, and just as I was about to leave, my mom dropped the bomb.
“Why did you lock your door yesterday, Urooj?”
Shit. Ma might’ve tried opening my door in the morning.
“Umm. I think it was by mistake. It won’t happen again, ma.”
“I also heard some sounds yesterday. Did you have a bad dream?”
Good lord! Were my moans so loud to be audible a whole floor down? It was getting out of hand. I had to put an end to this.
“No, ma, I think you’re hallucinating. I had a perfectly sound sleep yesterday.”
I dash out of my home because my face grew pink due to embarrassment. While I was on my way to college, my mind drifted to my plan again. I started plotting on how best to take him. It shouldn’t be so hard. When I reached college, I found out that he sprained his leg when he got to college, and as a result, he could not go with the college team for the debate. I was slightly puzzled because he was not supposed to be on the college debate team. When I enquired, I found out that he was taken in as a substitute after somebody noted his speaking skills. Not that it particularly mattered to me because he was available for me due to his sprain.
The whole of the day passed by quietly, and I noticed that the college was nearly empty, save three other girls. A plan was brewing in my mind. It was a terrific opportunity. A vacant college. It fanned my fantasy. I decided to seize the opportunity, although I was unsure how I’d do it with his injury. About two hours before we were allowed to leave college, I noticed that he was sitting in the library nearby. I did vaguely remember him telling me about planning to spend time in the library due to injury.
I went ahead and sat beside him. I tried to make small talk with him. You know, sometimes, lust is not at all superficial. There are other things you need to care about: such as the mood, the general setting, and other horniness-inducing stuff.
He was busy telling me about his pain when I was looking for windows of opportunity. The librarian was the only person sitting in the library, save us. Plus, the librarian was not looking exceptionally awake, so I started with my plan.
“And then I suggested that Arnav could take my place. He is also an exceptional debater.”
Uhh. Boring stuff. Small talk is not my cup of tea.
“How’s your leg? Does it feel fine now?”
“When did you start caring about me, Urooj?”
That brought me to my senses. Did I actually care for him? Maybe. However, Love was the last thing I had on my mind at that time.
“Well, Yes, I do. However, I’m still angry at you.”
“You are?”
“Yes.”
“I’m truly very sorry. I really am. I should not have told them without asking you.”
I should not have gone so harsh on him. He seemed genuinely sorry.
“You will be punished, boy.”
“I… I will?” He replied in a frail voice.
“Come here you.” We started making out amorously, knowing fully well the risk of getting caught. After a minute or two, I broke it, checking whether we were safe. I noticed that the librarian was fast asleep. Perfect. I had to do this quickly.
“Let me see…Oh! What’s this? You’re hard already?” I exclaimed as I began to rub my hand along his crotch area through his jeans. I got down on my knees and squeezed it gently, making him squirm. Luckily for us, the tables where we were sitting were covered, which made it seem like he was sitting and I wasn’t even there. However, it wasn’t all so perfect. The footrest was a pain in the ass. Literally. Couldn’t position my butt properly inside the small table.
“Urooj, stop this. We might get caught.”
“Nonsense. I have seen that old man librarian is sleeping.”
I removed his underwear to take out his cock. I then proceeded to take it in my hands. Meanwhile, he was nervously checking what the librarian was doing. I then proceeded to take his cock into my mouth. As soon as my lips touched his cock, his hands dropped to my shoulders, and he let out a girlish moan.
The fuck.
Am I the girl, or is he the girl? Why the fuck was he moaning like this? I figured then that it would take a long time until he was ready to take me, and I had to keep coaching him.
I figured I should continue doing what I was doing. My mouth was getting somewhat sore, so I removed his dick from my mouth and started with the handjob again. In about a minute, typical for a virgin, he started leaking pre-cum. It was my sign. I took his cock into my mouth again. As I kept sucking on, we started making wet sounds, with my drool facilitating it.
I then diverted my attention towards the tip of his cock. It is the most sensitive part usually. Again, he let out a girlish moan. I most definitely cringed. He NEEDED to man up. I continued sucking the tip, and his moans didn’t stop. I was so glad that the librarian was sitting far away and was also asleep at that.
I felt that he was somewhat experienced by now, after our last sexcapade, so I decided to try something new. I took out his dick from my mouth and started caressing his balls now. Sure, I might have noticed them earlier, but I didn’t properly service them. I took one of his balls into my mouth.
As soon as I did that, he orgasmed.
Luckily it fell on my hands so I could wipe it off. If it had fallen on my clothes, I would have been in serious trouble because I wouldn’t have been able to hide it without washing the clothes.
“You have bad timing, you know,” I said.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” He half murmured in his orgasmic bliss.
If paying attention to a single ball was enough to take him to orgasmic euphoria, I wonder how he’ll be when I teach him further. It is only going to get exciting.