Echoes of Anu – Part 1

Hey everyone, I am Anu Shain, 30 years old (34D and 5’6″ tall), from a Marathi and Telugu background, living abroad for a decade now. I want to share my stories with ISS readers.

This happened while I was studying B.Tech at a university in Andhra in 2012. This story involves my bisexual roommate, a junior and an engineering student, while traveling on a 3.5-hour bus journey.

I have a lot of stories to share, but I chose this one to start with because this incident reshaped my journey, leading me to move abroad, where I found freedom, love, and my truth as a proud bisexual.

I was born and raised in Pune, and we’re a typical Marathi family. Most of my education was done in Pune, and later I shifted to a city in Andhra for my intermediate studies under my uncle’s guardianship.

I’m excellent in my studies and was able to get a free seat in one of the government universities in Andhra. I stayed at the university hostel with my childhood friend Priya (34D size, 5’4″ tall), and we used to have a lot of fun together.

We got a break of 10 days due to some political chaos at the university, in which my boyfriend Arjun (6′ tall, medium build) was actively involved.

I zipped my suitcase, and I could have easily booked a cab to Vizag airport, but under a tight budget, Mani (5’10” tall, lean body), my junior, and Priya insisted on taking an A/C bus to Vizag airport.

A luxury bus, Mani assured me, wasn’t too bad. As I glanced at my reflection, my neatly plaited hair and crisp kurta, with a deep neck and easily visible cleavage (32C sized back then), caught my attention.

The bus exceeded my expectations – it was spotless and modern, but the open seating felt odd. The flowy fabric of my dress hugged my figure tightly, and the visible curve of my body shape drew a few passengers’ glances as we settled in.

Priya, with her petite frame wrapped in casual jeans and a loose top with visible cleavage, was tapping away on her phone, barely noticing the world around her. I cleared my throat. “Priya, do you think relationships need more than just logic?”

Without looking up, she muttered, “Depends. Why, is Arjun being his usual self?”

I sighed. “He’s so practical. Even in arguments with the university management, it’s all about facts, never feelings.”

Priya smirked, scrolling through her phone. “At least he’s consistent. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Before I could answer, a 6′ tall young man boarded the bus. His backpack was slung casually over one shoulder, and he scanned the seats before settling directly in front of us. The bus rolled on smoothly as Mani slid into the seat next to the young man, who leaned forward slightly, his eyes flicking toward us.

Vishnu: “Hi, I’m Vishnu. I’m a student at a local engineering college, heading to a robotics workshop in Vizag for construction applications. It’s fascinating stuff.”

His voice was rich and confident, and his demeanor was relaxed.

Priya: “Wow, robotics in construction? That sounds pretty advanced.”

Me: “Interesting. Is it a national-level workshop?”

Vishnu: “Yes, with industry experts attending. It’s a great platform for networking.”

Mani: “Robotics, huh? Not as impressive as it sounds. Lots of theory, less practicality.” He cut Vishnu off, grinning smugly.

Priya: “Mani, let him talk!”

Mani: “Just saying, Priya.”

I exchanged a glance with Priya, our patience thinning.

Me: “Mani, just stop, okay? Let Vishnu finish.”

Mani fell silent, and Vishnu smiled faintly, his composure intact despite the disruption.

Vishnu leaned back, his sharp eyes glancing between Priya and me, and our cleavage got his attention. For a moment, I let my mind wander. If only Arjun could balance his ambitions with his studies like this guy, wouldn’t that be ideal?

Priya: “So, Vishnu, have you presented at workshops before?” She was trying to get Vishnu’s attention.

Vishnu: “A couple of times, yes. Last year, I won an award for automating reinforcement tasks in construction.”

He spoke with an easy confidence that felt so different from Arjun’s rigid certainty.

As Priya adjusted her top, I caught Vishnu sneaking a quick peek at her boobs. I noticed but kept quiet, unsure if Priya had seen it too.

Priya: “That’s impressive, Vishnu. Robotics is such a game-changer.”

I nodded, though my thoughts drifted again. Vishnu’s calm demeanor made me wonder why some people could juggle so much with ease, while others struggled endlessly.

Priya, ever the playful one, bent her posture, leaning slightly forward toward Vishnu, and tucked her hair behind her ear in a way that felt deliberate, showing off her cleavage more to Vishnu.

Priya: “So, Vishnu, do you plan to pursue a career in robotics after graduation?”

Her tone was sweeter than usual, her eyes sparkling as she spoke. Vishnu seemed to notice, his gaze lingering on her cleavage, but not without occasionally glancing at me, if I noticed.

Mani clenched his jaw, visibly enjoying the scene, but said nothing. I, too, noticed Priya’s cleavage but kept silent, choosing to observe instead.

From Vishnu’s subtle smiles and steady gaze, it was clear that I didn’t need to try. Despite Priya’s efforts, I could tell I had his attention without showing my cleavage.

As Priya adjusted her bra strap for the hundredth time, I couldn’t help but smirk inwardly. She hasn’t changed a bit – always the mischievous one.

My mind drifted to our hostel nights, the late-night naughty stuff we did in the hostel, her pretending to be my boyfriend on the bed, kissing me all over my naked body. I still remember when Priya dared to seduce the HOD just to match my score, and when she licked my pussy, hidden under the table during a class, licking my pussy lips while she rubbed her pussy.

We had tasted a lot of each other’s naked bodies in the hostel bed, seducing blindly without any boundaries. Yet, now, watching her playful attempts to impress Vishnu, I realized there wasn’t much left to expect from her. Priya was Priya – unchanging, unapologetic.

The bus jerked violently as the driver slammed the brakes. Everyone lurched forward, gripping seats for support. Priya, however, wasn’t as lucky. She lost her balance, lost her hand grip, and her loose tee shirt slipped – her right boob just popped out, and her left boob was halfway through, tumbling right into Vishnu’s lap, her messy hair splaying over his thighs.

Vishnu: “Uh, you okay?” He was speechless, seeing Priya’s 34D-sized, milky-white boobs. His voice was steady, but I could see the corners of his eyes widening, fighting back to see a better look, his hands trying to hold Priya’s soft, bubbly boobs.

Mani: “Oh, this is gold! Priya, what are you doing?”

I shot Mani a sharp glare.

Me: “Mani, stop it!”

I leaned forward, helping Priya up as she flushed crimson, arranging her top properly and fixing her bra.

Me: (whispering) “Enough of your drama. Sit properly, Priya.”

I smoothed her top quickly, and Priya nodded, avoiding everyone’s gaze. An awkward silence settled in the bus, broken only by the hum of the bus horns.

Priya sat stiffly, her arms folded tightly across her chest, covering her cleavage, eyes resolutely shut. She was hurt, retreating into herself to avoid the stares.

Mani buried his attention in his phone, his earlier confidence completely deflated after seeing Priya’s firm boobs.

Feeling restless, I picked up my phone and texted Arjun, hoping for a connection that felt increasingly out of reach. His reply came quickly: “Busy with a meeting. Will talk later.”

I stared at the screen, the coldness of his words stinging.

Why did I even bother getting back to Arjun?

Just then, Vishnu leaned forward slightly, his voice low yet friendly.

Vishnu: “Long journey, huh? Looks like everyone’s already exhausted.” He looked at Priya.

I glanced up, meeting his gaze. His smile was warm, inviting me to respond.

I took a deep breath, shaking off the disappointment Arjun’s message left me with. If he couldn’t give me his time, why should I waste mine waiting?

Me: “So, Vishnu, what got you into robotics? Sounds like a challenging field.”

Vishnu: “It is, but I’ve always been curious about solving real-world problems. Robotics just happens to be a perfect mix of creativity and logic.”

I smiled, intrigued.

Me: “Creativity and logic? That’s rare. Do you ever feel like the pressure takes away the fun?”

Vishnu smiled, leaning forward slightly.

Vishnu: “Always loved solving problems. Robotics is just a way to do that – bridging imagination and practicality. What about you? What excites you?” He kept asking, and I was able to answer as much as I could.

Surprised, I found myself leaning in. We shared interests in books, music, and even a love for movies. His calm yet passionate demeanor made me think: This is what I’ve been missing. Maybe I should’ve waited for someone like him.

Vishnu handed me his phone, the screen glowing with photos of his latest project on Facebook. As he turned to chat with Mani, I searched further, curious to know more about him. But then my eyes froze.

A chat thread popped up with a girl named Bindu. The conversation was steamy, hot, filled with sexting, dirty jokes, and naked selfies of hers – she had 32C-sized boobs, dusky skin, and dark brown nipples. I couldn’t notice her pussy because it was covered in bushes, and there were pictures of both of them kissing, hugging, and leaning into each other.

Was I watching right? Just moments ago, Vishnu had seemed like the answer to the emptiness Arjun left behind. Now, I sat there, gripping his phone, my ego heavy with disappointment.

I felt foolish. Every effort I had made to connect felt meaningless now, like chasing a mirage in the desert. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I handed the phone back, forcing a faint smile.

Vishnu: “So, what do you think?”

I hesitated, my voice barely steady.

Me: “It’s impressive.”

Inside, though, a bitter ache settled. My hopes, fragile as they were, had shattered silently.

Priya stirred awake, rubbing her eyes and glancing at me. She frowned, immediately picking up on my subdued demeanor.

Priya: “Anu, what’s wrong? Is it Arjun? Did he text something weird again?”

I stiffened, caught off guard. Vishnu glanced at me from the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable.

Me: “No, it’s nothing, Priya.”

Priya leaned closer, her curiosity piqued.

Priya: “Come on, Anu. What’s going on? Is he still obsessed with his university fights? Or ignoring you again?”

I avoided Vishnu’s gaze, feeling a wave of heat creep and sweat dripping from my neck to between my boobs.

Me: “Can we not talk about this now?”

Priya: “Why not? It’s just us here. You’re upset!”

I glanced at Vishnu, whose posture had shifted – he leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. His expression was calm, but the subtle distance was unmistakable.

Vishnu: “You have a boyfriend?”

His tone was neutral, but the reaction was clear in his eyes – a flicker of realization, followed by quiet detachment.

Me: “Yes, it’s complicated.”

The words felt hollow as they hung in the air. Vishnu nodded slowly, his demeanor polite but distant. I could see the shift; the ease in our earlier conversation had disappeared.

Priya, oblivious, whispered loudly: “Complicated? Anu, it’s always complicated with Arjun!”

And just like that, I felt the fragile thread between Vishnu and me snap completely. I sank back into my seat, comforting myself by wiping the sweat under my neck, and saw Mani staring at my neckline and chest area from the corner of his eye.

The bus slowed as the airport stop came into view. Mani and Priya hurriedly urged me to grab my things, their voices a blur in the background.

Mani: “Come on, Anu! Don’t make us miss the stop – my auto driver is already here!”

I moved mechanically, Vishnu remained silent, staring out of the window, his earlier warmth replaced with indifference. It stung, but I couldn’t leave without satisfying my desire or Vishnu.

As Mani and Priya stepped off, I lingered. The other passengers were either dozing or glued to the TV above. Summoning a courage I didn’t know I had, I leaned in toward Vishnu.

Me: “Goodbye, Vishnu.”

Before he could respond, I pressed a quick kiss to his lips, sucking his lower lip for a couple of seconds. His head turned slightly, startled, but I didn’t wait for a reaction. Heart pounding, I hurried off the bus, not daring to look back.

Outside, Mani and Priya were busy arguing over directions, oblivious to my brief moment. I followed them in silence, a small smile tugging at my lips.

I opened my phone and hesitated for a moment. With a deep breath, I hit send – a friend request to Vishnu on Facebook.

Wonder where this goes. I can give a spoiler to you – me and Vishnu end up having hardcore sex in his house a month later. Also, stay tuned to how me and Priya spend our waiting time in the airport ladies’ room.

To be continued.