A Magical Journey With Classmate
It had become a common routine. I’ll study, and then teach her. But it always had to be at college, and never at a place where I could get some privacy. I had no idea what’s on her mind, but I was clear about what I’m looking for, though, sceptical about it too. But I had to put a lid on my pervert mind and teach her, since exams were up ahead. One such day, we were sitting on the college lawn, and I was busy teaching her, which gave me an opportunity to be close to her too. The 800 page book was on her lap, and I was giving her the gist of the topic that was open in the book. My hands were sliding through the lines of the pages and suddenly when she turned to look at me to ask a doubt, I realized that my arms were just few centimetres away from her glorious bosom. I went blank for a while and started staring at the small gap, and probably she noticed it, but can’t say for sure. I regained my senses, strutted for a second, and moved on to what we were supposed to do. Study! But could I concentrate anymore? No! I tried to take away my hands from her lap, from the book to be precise, but it seemed like my hands were glued to the book. I took utmost care, not to touch her there. *Sneeze* No, not me, but she. She sneezed, luckily on her handkerchief, else my hands would have got wet. But I was not lucky because of that, and I actually got wet from some other place. Her sneezed caused her boobs to touch my arm. I was touching her boobs! Under-boob exactly, but how does that matter? My hands were touching the private areas of my dream girl, which until now only used to happen in my dreams (day-dreams). I thought she may frown upon this, or scold, or say something, but she didn’t. She stayed in that position for a good 7-10 sec, while she was sniffing through her handkerchief. Damn! I was confused. I had an image of her as a shy girl, but this incident changed my view, adding to my dilemma. She then broke the silence, which I didn’t notice, by moving on to the next topic in the book. I couldn’t concentrate anymore. Luckily, or unluckily, a friend of ours joined us to study and sat behind us, exactly in between. So I had to shift a bit to accommodate her. What more was to come; only time will tell! Months passed by, and I had got many other such minor ‘touchy’ opportunities, while snatching mobile, poking, fighting, and so. But all these happened in the presence of many others, as we never met anywhere outside college campus. Pursuing MBA from one of the top B-schools of Ahmadabad has its own pros and cons. The bad part was that you’d always be busy with one project or another. One such project became an opportunity in disguise for me. She approached me to be her project partner. I was delighted, for obvious reasons. The deadline was of 1 month, so we started off at a slow pace. 2 weeks passed, working together in college campus didn’t yield much; neither for the project, nor for me. So we decided that we shall do the project work at her home. Though my route was different, I used to pick her up from her home, go to college, and then back to her home, a bit early than usual and proceed with the project work. One such day, she was riding pillion to me. Holding my shoulder or waist wasn’t unusual for us, but my Twister’s seat is a bit slanted towards front. So whenever I apply break, she comes a bit front. This particular day, the roads seemed to be unusually rough, and I had to apply breaks again and again. As a result her boobs started touching my back. I was enjoying it, but made it feel as if nothing has happened. On the way back to her home, she was holding my waist, and while driving, I was talking to her about the project. Because of my helmet, she wasn’t able to hear properly, so she came a bit towards the front, and her head was above my shoulder. 2 minutes later, she shifted her hands from my waist, and smoothly slid it to my thighs. I had just started enjoying her hands on my thighs, and her boobs on my back, but within no time, we reached her home. Nothing much happened that day. Next day I kept my bike at her home and she took her Activa; I was riding pillion. I couldn’t muster the courage to hold her waist, so I just kept my hands on her shoulders. She was driving very slowly, but whenever a bump or ditch was approaching she would increase the speed a bit. As the activa passes over that bump/ditch, she would slide a bit towards back. Within 5 min, she shifted so much that a slight shift from my side would leave no space between us. After seeing all this, I mustered up the courage and held her waist with both my hands, and brought my thighs more inside that it was touching her side thighs. With every bump I increased my pressure on her side thighs, and slightly bringing my hands towards her front, and slightly up, but made sure it synced with the jerks of the bump. The touch of her soft thighs and the feel of her waist and tummy were making it suffocating for my little Johnny in my jeans. We reached college before my hands could go anywhere nearer. But those 20 minutes of travel were my most memorable moment ever. Up until then. Nothing much happened on the way back home as I had an extra package in my hand which was on my lap. Next day we decided not to go to college, and finish the project at home itself. I was sitting on her bed, taking the wall’s support, and she was lying on the bed, facing tummy. She wasn’t wearing anything loose, so, sadly, I could see only a bit of her massive cleavage. After 2 hours of work, we decide to take a break. She changed her dress, and this time she was wearing a knee length skirt and a loose sleeveless top. She came beside me, laid herself on the bed, and started stretching, and complained about her back pain. It clicked me instantly, and I suggested a massage. Without any persuasion, she agreed and laid front side down.