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It’s an old trick: ask the invigilator to explain the question and get the partial answer. The cute teenage girl was trying just that with me. I was on exam duty for first-year students. Though it’s not my subject, I explained patiently and, looking at her pretty face, gave her most of the answer.
Walking away, I checked out her name on the answer sheet. ‘Piyali,’ a cute name for a beautiful girl. In fact, I couldn’t remember seeing a girl so naturally beautiful on the whole campus. She was tall and healthy, about five feet six inches, with a grown woman’s body for her age (about 19).
Her stats were about 34-26-34, with a shapely ass and perky boobs. Her slightly dusky, golden skin was covered from top to bottom in a full-sleeved Punjabi dress. I felt shy to stare at her. But my heart begged me for another look at her cute face as soon as I turned my eyes away from her.
The next day she sat with her head uncovered. She had a full fringe, ear to ear, with the sides trimmed like a sort of mullet. In the back, straight black hair was falling till her mid-back in a blunt cut. Three hours passed like a breeze watching the pretty girl.
I wanted to ruffle her silky fringe with my fingers and play with her ears. She tucked her hair behind an ear at one point, showing her three piercings in the right ear. She was writing something on the desk before the question paper was given.
Some students write difficult formulas on the desk to cheat later. I approached from behind to see what she was writing.
Sourav: May I see?
She moved her hand away. It was a heart with an arrow through it. I smiled at her. She stole a glance, bent her head, and smiled.
On the third day, I found myself dressed up smartly in a white shirt and blue jeans. I was 23, clean-shaved, and fair, with a good height (touching 6 feet). My thoughts drifted to daydreams. If only I weren’t a junior lecturer at the same college, I would talk to Piyali. I curbed my imagination and got ready.
She caught me by surprise and greeted me with a handshake.
Piyali: Good morning, sir.
Sourav: Looking good, prepared well, I hope.
Piyali: Ya, its an easy paper
The touch was electric. I could’ve kissed her pretty fingers. With a heavy heart, I realized that the exams would be over soon. I wanted to say things, ask her out for coffee, etc. But it would be wrong in many ways. A teacher flirting with a student, no matter from another college, was a strict no-no!
I noticed she was playing with something on her lip. There was a thin sexy stud on the lower lip to the left. I noticed her beautifully arched, full lips and surmised that she’s a typical bong babe. That day she was wearing a sleeveless ink-blue kurta with a chunni on her head and shoulders.
Halfway through the exam, she raised her hand for an additional answer sheet. As I approached, she kept her hand raised unnecessarily. I noticed an elaborate script tattoo on her inner arm.
That was an invitation. I held her slender arm and questioned with a straight face.
Sourav: Are these notes on your arm?
Piyali (hiding a smile): It’s a tattoo.
Sourav: Can I check?
PIiyali: Of course.
I touched her arm. She got ticklish but looked straight at me, smiling. Our hearts were beating fast. I ran my finger all the way to her armpit – still the smirk.
Under the kurta, I pulled her bra strap my finger, and let it snap back. She gave a look of shock mixed with amusement and shyness. I gave her the additional sheet and walked back. I was in love, and so was she.
Finally, the bell rang. I collected all the papers. Piyali asked for 5 minutes. Meanwhile, everyone left. I wondered why she needed extra time. She seemed like a smart girl. Handing me her booklet, she asked.
Piyali: Sir, can you help me solve a question paper?
Sourav: Call me Sourav, which subject?
Piyali: Botany.
Sourav: I’m doing a Ph.D. in Botany. Let’s go to my place.
I gave her directions sitting behind, on her scooty. Her narrow waist was so tempting. I kept my hands on it right away. By the time we reach my flat, I had rubbed her soft ass with my hands and dick, resulting in a mega erection.
We finished the sample paper in an hour. Closing the books, I noticed her fingernails were matching her dress. I checked her toes and smiled.
Sourav: I like your matching nail paint.
Piyali: Thanks, can I give you a treat? For the tuition class?
Sourav (smiling): Okay.
Piyali: Tomorrow, after the exam.
The girl was either infatuated or a virgin. I was about to find out soon. I spent the day fixing my bachelor pad for her next visit. She looked posh, and my luxurious apartment was up to her standard.
The next day she was already sitting in the exam hall when I arrived. I walked up to her seat. She tried to get up, and I used the chance to grab both her shoulders and asked her to sit down. We kept playing the touchy-feely game all day.
As I passed, she held my hand and asked for permission to drink water. I kept my hand casually on her back whenever she signed for additional sheets. At the bell, everyone left except for Piyali. She proposed we go to a cafe for my treat. On the way, I asked her:
Sourav: Can we leave my bags at my place?
Piyali: Oh yes, no problem
The tension increased as we reached my flat. Both of us wanted to hug desperately, but who would make the first move?
I held her hand in the elevator, which was rather unnecessary. She bent her head without saying anything. Her swan-like neck was begging to be kissed erotically, but my emotions were in check with the last bit of willpower. I opened the door and dropped my bag on the coffee table.
Piyali had closed the door behind us. I was mentally debating my next step and turned around. She kissed my cheek and buried her face in my chest. The mood was set. I lifted her chin gently and caressed her lips with mine. She came back for a sideways kiss, opening her mouth for a liplock.
I gave her a full smooch with my tongue inside. Our tongues made contact, and it was a green signal from her for anything and everything. I lifted her legs over my hips and walked into the bedroom. She took off her kurta before I dropped her into the bed. I pulled her lower and undressed.
The air conditioning made us instantly comfortable, away from the blistering heat and outside noise. I held her face and looked into her dark eyes. It felt like I was drowning in pure passion.
She looked down in a daze. Piyali touched her shaved pussy with one hand and tried to reach for my cock with the other. I climbed into the bed and slid my thick cock in her tiny cleavage under her small black bra. She pulled off the bra to reveal her perky boobs.
The pretty cones were facing me with erect nipples, pointing straight up. She squeezed her own boob with one hand and moved her mouth to my cock. The next second I felt a warm yet rough sensation as her tongue slithered on my sensitive foreskin.
Inside her mouth, It felt like her tongue was rolling around my thick shaft. I didn’t want to cum so soon. So I pulled out and rubbed my dick on her sexy bangs. She giggled as I playfully slapped her rosy cheeks with my member. We were ready for a fuck.
Before losing myself completely, I pulled out an ultra-thin condom from the bedside table and rolled it on my member. She pleaded with her eyes to go easy on her fresh pussy. I found her cunt and inserted my middle finger halfway. She was already wet.
I started finger fucking her tight hole. Piyali started heaving up and down, moaning uncontrollably. At the right moment, I removed my finger and replaced it with my dick, pushing inside. She took a deep breath and froze. I slapped her mouth gently to make her breathe again.
As I heard her gasp for air, our banging started in full swing. Her hips moved up naturally to meet my strokes. I buried my face in her silky hair and fucked her tight pussy with never-ending thrusts. Every time my cock slid inside, there was an expression of untold pleasure on her face.
It was time for the fruits of our passion. I increased the speed of my rhythmic pumping and kissed her sweet lips. My right hand was behind her head, clutching her hair. My left hand was under her cunt, rubbing its folds to flood her with sensations.
Within a few seconds, she started calling my name, “Oh, Sourav, aah, umm.” That was it. She touched her peak and got her orgasm. I decided to cum soon and speeded up my strokes while holding her face with both hands. She wasn’t done with one climax.
She joined me again, along with my hot, almost painful eruption that was ripping through my penis shaft. I never felt her nails digging into my shoulder or my teeth biting into her collar bone. I collapsed on her with a soft cry of, “Ahh, Piyali,” going out with a heave of relief.
I turned on my back and dozed off for a few minutes. Then a pleasant sensation woke me. Piyali was sucking my tiny nipples, and with her movement, her silky hair was rubbing on my chest.
I found her buttery legs and rubbed them with both hands as she was straddled on my thighs. Her teenage hormones were in overdrive. She needed another solid banging.
Piyali: Baba, I forgot your treat. What do you like?
Sourav: Cowgirl, sweetie, try, na!
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