Down Memory Lane
Hey, hi everyone. Rohit here, once again, back here after quite a long break. I got excessively busy with all the workloads and stuff. Sipping my coffee on a rainy night and enjoying my fair share of porn-watching. I decided to pen this story of mine down. I sat down tonight when finally and happily, I could take some time out for myself. In case you are a new reader, please lay back and enjoy my other stories while you rub or jerk yourself dry. So coming to my story. To give a little backdrop, this story dates back almost around 7 years from now. The girl involved was a good and close friend of mine from college. Well, we went to the same college but never got along in a relationship. It was much better that way. We had ways to get laid and enjoy our personal lives when we weren’t locking each other’s lips. So to start with, let me tell you that she was quite fair and pretty, with a nice smile that brought dimples (every guy loves dimples). With round, bouncy boobs which were almost touching 36.” A nice small round ass craved a spank every time she bent. We met just like two classmates would meet on the first day of college. We had some stupid discussions throughout the day. Days went on like this, and we exchanged our numbers. Planning on how to bunk classes and sneak out for some food cravings or movies. No, we weren’t proposing to each other, and we never did. But we were enjoying our moments. We never interfered in each other’s private lives and kept it to ourselves. And similarly, we never allowed our personal things to come in between when we were having our “us” time. But as people say, a guy and a girl can never remain just friends without the lust for the other person’s body getting into their mind. Obviously, it was my mind which had me fucking her in every possible way. And this is how it all started. This is the story when finally, her naked body was standing right there in front of me, not just in my mind. Ready to be caressed, loved, made wet and dry and wet again. It was a rainy day like today. When my phone rang, I was getting some of my notes so I could pass the exams. I ignored the first two or three rings ( I was engrossed in getting my notes just like a good student would do to pass the exam). I picked up the phone to see who it was, and I saw she was skype calling me. (No, WhatsApp still didn’t have the video call feature back then). In the middle of all those books and sheets of paper, I (which guy has the power to ignore a pretty girl video-calling him) picked up the call with my earphones on. There she was, with a smirk on her face and tossing her hair this way and that, looking at her front camera. “Aren’t you studying?” “Nah, I feel bored. I have studied enough. I believe I will pass.” She adjusted herself lying down on her front, with her head raised upwards and placed on her hands and adjusted the camera right in front of me against a stand. I was not sure whether this was deliberate. But I can have a nice view of her cleavage. She thought I was too nice to have ignored the idea of having my eyes set on her titties. “Oye, look towards my face, not down. I wanted to show you something.” Ok, so that was deliberate. Who cares. I told myself. “What I am seeing is enough to make my day. I don’t want to see anything else” (I was so naive those days). “Shut up, please.” And she sat straight up, which got me even more confused and aroused. She was wearing a blouse and nothing else. “I want you to tell me how this looks on me.” “Your’s looks wonderful” was what I could muster. My eyes were still fixed on her cleavage and a good portion of her boobs while wondering what color her nipples would be. She suddenly disconnected the phone and messaged me that someone had come to her room, so she had to disconnect. Days went by, and we continued with our way of getting things done and letting things go. But from that day, I was hell-bent on seeing her naked. I had this wild idea of seeing her naked, standing in front of me while I would shamelessly ogle her out. To this day, it was only hugs and kisses and pressing her boobs (on a day when I was extremely lucky to do so). I wanted more than that. I wanted to finger her dripping wet. I wanted to choke her with my dick. And so I waited until the day would arrive. It was an inter-department drama (play) competition. We participated and were selected for the finals along with two other departments to fight for the winner’s trophy. The script wasn’t that good (according to me). But still, I had a gut feeling that we would win. She didn’t, though and was very skeptical about the same. She obviously wouldn’t let others know she had doubts about the script. But obviously, she would come to me, and I took this as my opportunity. “I don’t think we will win. We will come last of the three teams.” “We will not come third. I will bet you Rs. 1000/- that we won’t finish last.” “Good. Keep the sum ready.” “Sure. You also be ready to do/give something if you lose.” “Ok, we will see who gives whom.” We didn’t win and were adjudged second by a difference of just 5 votes. Yes, winners were decided based on the number of audience polls, including the judges. I messaged her night, “Be ready as you have lost.” “Be ready for what?” “Surprise, surprise.” The next day I persuaded her to bunk the remaining classes after lunch. I booked a cab to a nearby wilderness park. It was a weekday, and I knew not many people would be there then. The weather was pleasant, with a feeling of chill (the one during early December time) We found a secluded spot among bushes. We sat down on newspapers I had carried, and I quickly looked around. The area was not traceable, and not a single soul was around. A couple sat at a far distance. I could understand from the blur movements that the girl was jerking him off while they kissed.