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“Hey, wait! I’m still here! Stop the bus!” shouted an attractive dark-skinned girl in a uniform. Her name is Nama Risi.
She gasped, trying to calm her breath as she saw the bus drive away. She was standing outside her college alone. “Damn you, people,” she cursed, “Can’t you give time to use the restroom,” she muttered.
That day the art students of the college were taken for a field trip to the slums of the region, Galichho, to show them how the poor people live. Sadly this place is far from the college, and Nama just missed the only ride to the site visit.
She was sitting on the staircase, trying to think of a solution to her problem. Suddenly she heard the roaring of a car engine. Then she saw a car speeding towards her out of the parking space.
“Wait!” she shouted, getting in the way. The car wasn’t slowing down. Still, she stood in front of the car. The car was very fast and was coming very close. She eventually closed her eyes as if that would prevent the accident from happening. Lucky for her the car halted just a few inches away from her.
“Are you out of your mind, woman? I could have run you over!” yelled the driver peeping out of the window. At that moment, he had headphones and dark sunglasses on him. There was a possibility that he might have actually killed her.
Nama opened her eyes to see Kanhay Kutty, a rich classmate of hers. Apparently, he drove his car to the college that day. She saw an opportunity, and with excitement, she went to the driver’s side window.
“Please, Kanhay, can you take me to the field trip as well?” she said while smiling at him.
Kanhay was still recovering from the shock he got from nearly killing her.
“No,” he gasped.
“Please…” she requested, joining hands.
“No,” he said, closing the window by pressing the automatic button. The window was closing, and so she put her hand in it.
“No, please stop,” she said, “I’ll fail the subject if I don’t attend the field trip. I beg you. Please take me…”
She was about to cry and create a scene. So he said, “Okay.” Hearing him, she smiled and went around to sit on the seat next to him.
“Let’s go,” she said, placing her hand on his thigh. Acknowledging it, Kanhay drove off the college. Nama was acting as if the car belonged to her. She was adjusting the seat, the mirror to see her face, and the AC.
“So hot,” she said, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her uniform shirt. Revealing more of her chest, she bent towards the AC. Kanhay saw that. The view was really exciting, which he enjoyed while she continued to chatter all by herself. Suddenly Kanhay said,
“Give me your bra,” he said in a firm voice.
Nama broke into laughter, thinking it was a joke. But it wasn’t. He was dead serious, looking at her.
“If you want to continue riding with me, then you have to take off the bra and give it,” he said, staring at her. Nama got scared. She didn’t say anything. She buttoned her shirt back again.
“Just kidding,” said Kanhay. Nama was relieved. After a few seconds of awkward laughter, he continued to drive. Five minutes later, he stopped the car on the side.
“Why did you stop?” she asked.
“Well, petrol doesn’t come for free. So if you want to continue traveling with me, you must give me your bra. Consider it your share,” he said with a wide grin.
“I can’t,” she said, covering her chest as if he could see through her clothes.
“Then you have to have sex with me,” he said. “Choose what you want.”
Acknowledging it, Nama started unbuttoning her shirt. But then she stopped.
“Wait, I can’t remove my bra here without showing you my chest,” she said.
“So…?” he asked. “The car won’t move until I have that soft brown fabric in my hand, he said after getting a glimpse of her bra.
Nama helplessly started unbuttoning her shirt. “What happened to you? You were not like this before,” she asked.
Nama had never talked to Kanhay before, but she has been his classmate for several years in the school. She was the witness to his transformation from a cute chubby kid to a hot hunk. Despite his appearance, Kanhay was nicer before.
“Ya ya… just take off and give it to me,” said Kanhay.
“I am. Can you start driving please,” she said once her shirt was completely undone. He acknowledged and started driving. Kanhay continued to drive. At a signal, they stopped, and a beggar came to ask for money.
Nama got scared as the beggar tapped on the window while she was sitting there with an open shirt and exposed brown bra that matched her skin tone.
“Don’t worry, the glasses are tinted. He can’t see inside. You should continue,” he said. Nama was careful while removing her bra to ensure he doesn’t get a glimpse of her breasts. Unusually he wasn’t looking.
His eyes were straight ahead on the signal waiting for it to turn green. There was another tap on the driver’s window, and involuntarily Kanhay lowered the window.
“Bobba!” yelled the beggar.
At that moment, she was done taking off her bra, and her beautiful breasts were exposed. What she didn’t hear was that the window was being opened.
“Bobba! Bobba!” he yelled again, this time louder and while pointing at her.
Kanhay reacted late, first looking at the beggar, and then he turned to view her bare tits. She gave a disgusted look and quickly covered herself with the shirt. Kanhay quickly threw a couple of hundred notes outside, and then closed the window. Meanwhile, the signal turned green, and Kanhay drove away.
Nama buttoned her shirt back on and slapped her bra on him, saying with an annoyed face, “Happy?”
It was still a long way to go. The road was bumpy, and due to the absence of a bra, her big breasts were bouncing even more. Kanhay had adjusted the rearview mirror to look straight at her rack. He was getting more and more excited with every passing minute.
For a long time, there was silence in the car. Nama felt suspicious. She looked at Kanhay, he was constantly looking in the rearview mirror. Then suddenly she saw a bump in his pants. “Are you having a boner right now. What is wrong with you?”
Kanhay realized that she saw and wanted to cross his legs. But he couldn’t, considering he was driving. Nama, being annoyed, looked away. Kanhay wanted to respond, but he couldn’t gather the right words.
He kept on turning to Nama, hoping to apologize. The more quite Kanhay kept, the more nervous he got. Then in a shaky voice, he spoke. “I’m fine, right now.”
He suddenly got emotional and started narrating a story.
“You say you were not like this before. Maybe you think I was better then. But I wasn’t. I was a chubby shy kid. I was like a football to them, the hot rich girls and boys. They kicked me around every time. They played pranks on me. Humiliated me.”
Kanhay was still driving, looking straight ahead without blinking. “Last year, this one time during Mrs. Rosie’s class, they made paper balls and threw at her and accused me of doing that. Later it was found that the paper was torn out of my notebook. I was punished in front of the class, and my parents were called.”
“Yes, I remember. I was there,” she said. Nama was surprised to see Kanhay open up like this. His behavior seemed to be returning like how he was before. Mopey and fragile.
“It was late in the evening, and I was alone in class with Mrs. Rosie. She was checking our test papers, and I was writing, ‘I will not waste paper’ thousand times. Mrs. Rosie was my crush.”
“A fair-skinned beauty with long black hair and big chest. And she always wore red. I used to sit on the first bench for her. But she used to almost every time talk to the mischievous kids in the back. After all, who would want to talk to a fat kid?”
“That particular evening, she was looking gorgeous – blood red sari with a black border and a sleeveless low cut blouse. For the first time in school, she had kept her hair loose, flowing like a silky black river down her bare shoulders. She was not wearing that before if you remember.”
“She changed after college was over. Perhaps she was planning to go somewhere. When she came into the class, all dressed up, I wondered what happened. Strangely she had tears in her eyes. ‘Did I hurt her by throwing paper at her?’ I wondered.”
“Mrs. Rosie.” I got her attention. “I swear, I didn’t throw those paper balls. I would never hurt you.” I said.
“Why would you think that?” she wondered.
“Because… you are crying because of me,” I replied. She smiled for once. I was happy. If I want to impress her, this was my chance, I thought.
“Mrs. Rosie, you look really sexy today. ” I said. The more I looked at her, the weirder I felt something in my pants. I didn’t know then why looking at her cleavage excited me. I was such a naive kid, just a year ago.”
While Kanhay narrated the story, he got an erection just by reliving the memory. Without hesitation, he unzipped his pants and took his dick out. Even for Nama, it was too casual. She tried to avoid looking but couldn’t. She kept on catching quick glimpses of his dick while she stroked it.
Meanwhile, he continued with the story.
“Ah, something bit me,” said I, getting out of the desk. Quickly I dropped my pants to show her my penis. For the first time, I saw it become big. “Oh no, it’s swollen,” I said naively.
She blushed, looking at me, and then walked close to me. “It’s normal,” she said while walking towards me. She went on the knees to look up to me. I was still standing there with my dick exposed. Suddenly I remembered something, and I pulled up my pants over my erection.
“What are you doing?” Mrs. Rosie asked. She was kneeling very close to me. “My mother told me to not show my peepee to people. It’s wrong,” I told her.
“It’s not wrong,” she replied, trying to pull my pants down. I resisted. “What if I show you something you haven’t seen before?” she said, looking at me.
Then without waiting for my answer, she took off her pallu and unhooked her blouse to show off her breasts. I feel ashamed to say that despite being 20 years old, those were the first pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. They were heavenly. “Haan!”
Kanhay snapped out of the story for a moment as he felt Nama touching his penis. While he let his thing go, Nama took charge of stroking his dick. In the heat of the moment, she unbuttoned her shirt button to let her tits out. And so he continued.
“I dropped my defenses and let her take off my pants. She then made me lie on the floor. I did as she asked. Meanwhile, thinking, “Women’s chests are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. But why do they keep it hidden?” She then came on top of me, squeezing my dick between her jugs.”
“She bit her lip and made a weird face looking at me. I was enjoying it too. The pleasure was immeasurable. Something I didn’t know I could feel before that incident. She continued to rub until I ejaculated!”
The moment he ended the story, he ejaculated on Nama’s hand. She dropped the excess cum out of the window and wiped her hand with wet tissues in the dashboard. They were close to the destination when Kanhay concluded.
“It was Mrs. Rosie, who taught me everything about sex, after class. As a child, I was fat cause I hated exercise. But she taught me that sex is a form of exercise that I loved. After two months of training, she finally had sex with me.”
Now Kanhay got very confident in narrating the story, “For the first time both of us were completely naked in the classroom and had sex in at least 6 different positions before I came inside her mouth.”
“Once done, we both got dressed. Looking around, I saw a white bra of hers lying on the ground. ‘Mrs. Rosie, you forgot this,’ I said, picking it up. ‘It is for you,’ she said while fixing her hair and putting on some light makeup. ‘This is your award for doing good. Keep it,’ she said, walking close to me.”
“Holding my hand, she kissed her bra, leaving red lips to mark on it. ‘Hopefully, this will keep me in your memory.’”
“She then took me in her arms and said. ‘Kanhay. You are a cute little nice guy -favorite student of mine. I love you. But people don’t always like nice people. So if you wish to be adored by other girls of your age, you need to get rid of this.’ She said, mischievously pinching my belly and then kissed me on my lips.”
“My first kiss and only kiss with Mrs. Rosie. She changed my life for good.”
Nama was shaken, hearing the story. She didn’t know what to say. All these years in the same class, she didn’t realize that the pranks were hurting him. Perhaps it was this guilt that drove Nama to casually stroke his cock to climax. Kanhay picked up Nama’s bra and gave it to her, “Put it on.”
Nama took it in her hand. Still, she wasn’t free of her guilt. So taking a pen out of the dashboard, she signed her bra and gave it back to him. As the car stopped in the parking space, both looked at each other.
Kanhay had tears in his eyes as he held her bra in his hand. Meanwhile, Nama’s shirt was still unbuttoned with her tits out. Kanhay thanked and looked at her as if he was deeply attracted to her. Nama, too was quiet, staring back at him. They kept on looking as their mouths came close and stopped just an inch apart.
She closed her eyes, waiting for the touch of his lips. Then suddenly, he grabbed her boobs and squeezed them hard, shouting, “Nice Bobba!” Then suddenly, he burst into laughter.
While laughing continuously, he stepped out of the car and walked away. Meanwhile, Nama was left behind, wondering, “Was this entire story a big lie just to get a free handjob?”
To be continued.
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