From Student to High Society Wife - Part 1
I am Sarika. This story is about my college life. I am very good at my studies. After class 12, I cleared the engineering entrance examination and got admitted to a good college in Kolkata in the CSE branch. The hostel seats were limited, and facilities were not up to the mark. So my parents looked for accommodation outside. After searching a bit, I found a ladies’ mess near the college. The room was on a twin-sharing basis. There were a total of 3 rooms on the first floor. The owner lived on the second floor. Luckily, my roommate, Ipsita, was from the same branch and college. She was one year senior to me. After the admission process, my parents left for our hometown in Siliguri. I got very friendly with Ipsita. She was from Assam. She had a pleasing personality. She helped me to get accustomed to the new place quickly. I am 5ft tall and fair. My stat was 30-32-30. My boobs were small. Ipsita was a bit taller than me. She had a very well-toned body. Her stat was 34-28-34. I was a bit jealous of her attractive body. She had many friends in college. Although she told me, she did not have a boyfriend. We used to wear nighties or shorts in the mess. One day, while she wore pink shorts, for the first time, I saw her thighs and legs. It was milky white, clean and glowing. Our life was going smoothly with regular classes, studies, etc. I had good grades in the first semester. I was happy with my result. During the semester break, I did not go to my hometown as the break was short. Ipsita and I planned to visit some nearby attractions. One night, my sleep broke with some strange sound at about 2 a.m. in the night. The room was dark and locked from the inside. The street light was coming through the glass windows. It was falling directly on Ipsita’s bed as her bed was near to the windows. I was awestruck. Ipsita was fingering her pussy. Her nightie was on her belly, and her pussy was wet. The street light made his wet pussy shine at night. She was pressing her boobs with another hand. She was trying to control her moans as much as possible as I was in the room. She could not notice that I was awake. She fingered her pussy for almost 10 minutes with 3-4 fingers and finally stopped after an orgasm. Seeing her like this, I also felt wetness in my panties. But I did not let her know that I had seen her. She took the blanket and slept. So did I. The next morning, I woke up at 8 a.m. Ipsita was brushing at that time. After breakfast, I asked Ipsita, “What were you doing last night?” Ipsita gave me a cold look and asked, “What?” I said, “I saw you masturbating last night.” Ipsita acted as if this was nothing and said, “So what? Everyone does.” From my appearance, she understood that I was seeing someone fingering herself for the first time. Ipsita asked, “Are you serious that you are a virgin and have not even fingered yourself?” I nodded. She laughed and said, “O my baby. Don’t worry. I will teach you now how to finger your pussy. You are missing the main fun of life, my girl.” I was eager to explore myself like Ipsita, but I resisted and said, “Not now. Anyone can come now. You teach me tonight.” Ipsita laughed and agreed. We spent that day leisurely watching movies and reading some books. In the afternoon, we went to a nearby temple and had our dinner by 8.30 p.m. We came back to our room and changed into a nightie. After some chit-chat, Ipsita said, “Sarika, Let’s teach you how to please yourself.” I said, “Please switch off the light. I am feeling shy.” Ipsita switched off the light. The street light was coming into the room. Ipsita told me to remove my panties and lift my nighties to my belly. I obliged her word by word. My heartbeat was racing. Ipsita understood it, and she said, “Relax, Sarika. Take a deep breath and hold. Put your right hand over your pussy and rub over it gently.” I was in an intoxicated phase and did as Ipsita instructed. I was feeling that my pussy was getting wet. 2-3 drops of pussy juice even dropped on the bed. Then, she said, “Suck your middle finger to make it wet with your saliva and gently insert it in your pussy hole.” I slowly pushed my middle finger into my pussy hole. It went easily as both pussy and finger were lubricated. I released a soft moan, “Ah.” Ipsita asked, “How is it feeling, Sarika? Move your finger in and out and gently increase the pace.” I said, “Ah. It is a nice feeling. Amm. I like it. Thank you, Ipsita.” After some time, my pace increased, and Ipsita told me to insert one more finger. My pussy was dripping wet. The initial tightness of my pussy was gone, and the second finger also went easily. As I increased the pace, I had a strange feeling, like an urge to pee. I was approaching my first orgasm. After a few moments, I released a gush of water and moaned in pleasure, “Ahh. Ah.” Ipsita understood that I had an orgasm. I grabbed the bedsheet with my left hand. My heart was pounding fast. I stopped fingering. Ipsita told me to suck my fingers to taste my orgasm. It tasted weird. But I was happy after that. When I opened my eyes, I saw Ipsita was also fingering her pussy. She had three fingers inside. Soon, she also had an orgasm. I was feeling drowsy. I bid her good night and slept without wearing panties. The next morning, I woke up at 8.30 a.m. I was feeling very fresh. I called Ipsita. After breakfast, we sat together and I asked Ipsita, “Since when are you doing this?” Ipsita said, “In the first year, when I bought my laptop, I watched porn. I learned to masturbate from that. It gave me good pleasure. Since then, I have been doing this.” I said, “How often do you do this? It felt really well last night.” Ipsita said, “It depends on my mood. When I am horny or a bit stressed, I do it. Sometimes, I do it casually to pamper myself. I have not done this more than thrice a day ever.” I was getting curious.