College cultural fest with a hottie
This story is about my college final year, involving me (Tarun) and Pinky. Our class was small, with only 50 students. So, we knew everybody by name. I was an above-average student; 5’7″ tall, with a tool size of 5.4 inches. Pinky was a fair-complexioned, tall, slim girl. She was 5’10” tall, with measurements of 34-26-35 and a cup size of 34C. Her black hair reached just near her bra strap. I was very shy, so I hardly talked to her in class. But I used to observe her a lot. She used to sit on the first bench, and I would sit on the fourth bench, far enough that she couldn’t watch me ogling at her. That way I could enjoy the view uninterrupted. During long breaks between lectures, she would sometimes sit in class and study or talk to her friends. I would sit in class and read comics or books on my phone. One day, during the break, she came to me. She: Hi, what are you reading? Me: It’s just an article. She: What is it about? Me: It’s just about the latest developments in the tech world. Would you like to read? She nodded and sat next to me. I felt nervous and was filled with anxiety. She held my phone and bent a little, and I got a nice view of her cleavage and bra. Her smell was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her cleavage. I got an erection. I guess she noticed. She gave me a pat on my thigh and said, “Nice. We are friends from now. Let’s talk more often.” We exchanged numbers, and I started chatting with her and flirting on texts. Her responses were usually quick, especially to flirty texts. Soon, the texts were naughty. In class, whenever the topic got a little naughty or had double-meaning innuendos, I would look at her. I caught her pressing her boobs during lectures by crossing her arms tightly. She would also press her thighs. She would often rub her thighs while sitting and act like some dust was on her lap, slowly removing it, but there wasn’t. She was just touching herself through any means. The college had announced a Cultural Fest on December 27th. Our class dress code was girls in sarees and boys in suits. Being winter break, a lot of students were not going to attend. I wanted to know if Pinky was attending and also her boyfriend situation, so I teased her. Me: You must have not met your boyfriend for a long time. She: Why do you say that? Me: I saw you caressing your thighs and playing with, ahem, during lectures sometimes. She: First of all, I don’t have a boyfriend. Secondly, someone’s been observing me a lot? Me: So, I am right. You do those things. She: Pyaas sabko lagti hai. Gala sabka sukhta hai. Me: Achaji? Apko kaise pata me kya dhundh rha hu? She: Tumhari pant sab bata rahi hai. Me: Nazar kaafi tez hai tumhari. But tumhari hi galti hai. She: Kaise? Me: Woh toh control me tha jab tak tumne usey touch karke uthaya nahi tha. She touched my bulge and pressed it, caressing it over my pants for a few seconds before letting go. She: Lo, ab achese jaga diya. Toh ab kya karna padega? Me: Mujhe badla lena padega. She: Woh toh tumne coat pehnate time le liya na? I gave her a smile and touched her thighs. No one could see what we were doing as we were sitting behind the table. I started caressing her thighs, and she gave me a look, shook her head, and removed my hand. I kept my hand again, but did not caress. She removed her phone and started looking at it. I got my clue, and I went inside the coat, placing my left hand on her bare back, just above her blouse bra strap. She let out a sigh, “Aahhh. Tumhare hath thande hai.” Me: Isliye thodi garmi le raha hu. She laughed and placed her right hand on my thigh. As I started slowly caressing her back, her hand came closer to my erect bulge. She touched it with her little finger, and I came closer to her. Her entire hand was now on my crotch, and my hand went round her back, touching her left side boob from inside the blazer. No one could see as the blazer was covering her boobs. As I touched her boob again, I gave it a gentle squeeze. She grabbed my crotch and gave a very seductive look, saying, “Koi dekh lega. Lets stop.” I said, “I have a place; wanna go there? Koi nahi hoga.” She did not answer but removed the blazer and gave it to me. Rajiv’s call came, “Hey Pinky, where are you? Aren’t you coming to the party?” Pinky: No, I won’t; I have to rush home. Pinky looked at me and said, “Let’s go; we have three hours before I need to reach home.” We went on my bike, and she sat behind me with hardly any gap. I could feel her boobs pressing hard against me. She kept her hand wrapped around my waist, and with her little fingers, she would go inside my pants and touch the tip of my penis. Once we reached home, I wanted to look at her properly. So, I asked her to remove my coat and give me a twirl. She gave a nice slow turn as I glanced from her beautiful pink lips to her slim neck. She lowered her saree to tease me with her navel, turned around to show her sexy back, and shifted her hair so I could enjoy her back even more. Then she turned around, placed her hands on her side boobs, and gave them a gentle squeeze while winking at me and biting her lower lip. I was a virgin, but she was definitely not. I went close to her, and she kept moving back till she touched the bedroom door. As I came close, I removed my belt, and she turned towards the door. My penis was screaming to come out of my pants, and she was pressed against the door. I could feel her ass from my penis, and she turned towards me. I wanted to kiss her, but she didn’t let me. Pinky whispered, “Thodi der aur ruko.” Me: Me toh ruk jaunga, but ye (pointing at my penis) nahi maan raha. Pinky looked down and saw the bulge. Then, she quickly unbuttoned my shirt, and then my pants. She bent down and pulled my pants, and I was in my undies and shirt. I wanted to kiss her. So, I made her stand up; she immediately turned towards the door.