A Magical Journey With Classmate

It had become a common routine. I’ll study, and then teach her. But it always had to be at college, and never at a place where I could get some privacy. I had no idea what’s on her mind, but I was clear about what I’m looking for, though, sceptical about it too. But I had to put a lid on my pervert mind and teach her, since exams were up ahead. One such day, we were sitting on the college lawn, and I was busy teaching her, which gave me an opportunity to be close to her too. The 800 page book was on her lap, and I was giving her the gist of the topic that was open in the book.

My hands were sliding through the lines of the pages and suddenly when she turned to look at me to ask a doubt, I realized that my arms were just few centimetres away from her glorious bosom. I went blank for a while and started staring at the small gap, and probably she noticed it, but can’t say for sure. I regained my senses, strutted for a second, and moved on to what we were supposed to do. Study! But could I concentrate anymore? No! I tried to take away my hands from her lap, from the book to be precise, but it seemed like my hands were glued to the book. I took utmost care, not to touch her there.

*Sneeze* No, not me, but she. She sneezed, luckily on her handkerchief, else my hands would have got wet. But I was not lucky because of that, and I actually got wet from some other place. Her sneezed caused her boobs to touch my arm. I was touching her boobs! Under-boob exactly, but how does that matter? My hands were touching the private areas of my dream girl, which until now only used to happen in my dreams (day-dreams). I thought she may frown upon this, or scold, or say something, but she didn’t. She stayed in that position for a good 7-10 sec, while she was sniffing through her handkerchief. Damn! I was confused. I had an image of her as a shy girl, but this incident changed my view, adding to my dilemma. She then broke the silence, which I didn’t notice, by moving on to the next topic in the book. I couldn’t concentrate anymore. Luckily, or unluckily, a friend of ours joined us to study and sat behind us, exactly in between. So I had to shift a bit to accommodate her.

What more was to come; only time will tell!

Months passed by, and I had got many other such minor ‘touchy’ opportunities, while snatching mobile, poking, fighting, and so. But all these happened in the presence of many others, as we never met anywhere outside college campus. Pursuing MBA from one of the top B-schools of Ahmadabad has its own pros and cons. The bad part was that you’d always be busy with one project or another. One such project became an opportunity in disguise for me. She approached me to be her project partner. I was delighted, for obvious reasons. The deadline was of 1 month, so we started off at a slow pace. 2 weeks passed, working together in college campus didn’t yield much; neither for the project, nor for me. So we decided that we shall do the project work at her home.

Though my route was different, I used to pick her up from her home, go to college, and then back to her home, a bit early than usual and proceed with the project work. One such day, she was riding pillion to me. Holding my shoulder or waist wasn’t unusual for us, but my Twister’s seat is a bit slanted towards front. So whenever I apply break, she comes a bit front. This particular day, the roads seemed to be unusually rough, and I had to apply breaks again and again. As a result her boobs started touching my back. I was enjoying it, but made it feel as if nothing has happened. On the way back to her home, she was holding my waist, and while driving, I was talking to her about the project. Because of my helmet, she wasn’t able to hear properly, so she came a bit towards the front, and her head was above my shoulder. 2 minutes later, she shifted her hands from my waist, and smoothly slid it to my thighs. I had just started enjoying her hands on my thighs, and her boobs on my back, but within no time, we reached her home. Nothing much happened that day.

Next day I kept my bike at her home and she took her Activa; I was riding pillion. I couldn’t muster the courage to hold her waist, so I just kept my hands on her shoulders. She was driving very slowly, but whenever a bump or ditch was approaching she would increase the speed a bit. As the activa passes over that bump/ditch, she would slide a bit towards back. Within 5 min, she shifted so much that a slight shift from my side would leave no space between us. After seeing all this, I mustered up the courage and held her waist with both my hands, and brought my thighs more inside that it was touching her side thighs. With every bump I increased my pressure on her side thighs, and slightly bringing my hands towards her front, and slightly up, but made sure it synced with the jerks of the bump. The touch of her soft thighs and the feel of her waist and tummy were making it suffocating for my little Johnny in my jeans. We reached college before my hands could go anywhere nearer. But those 20 minutes of travel were my most memorable moment ever. Up until then.

Nothing much happened on the way back home as I had an extra package in my hand which was on my lap.

Next day we decided not to go to college, and finish the project at home itself. I was sitting on her bed, taking the wall’s support, and she was lying on the bed, facing tummy. She wasn’t wearing anything loose, so, sadly, I could see only a bit of her massive cleavage. After 2 hours of work, we decide to take a break. She changed her dress, and this time she was wearing a knee length skirt and a loose sleeveless top. She came beside me, laid herself on the bed, and started stretching, and complained about her back pain. It clicked me instantly, and I suggested a massage. Without any persuasion, she agreed and laid front side down. I was excited to touch her, but at the same time my hands were shivering.

Slowly I placed my hands on her back and started massaging. The buttery soft skin and little chubbiness on her waists were driving me crazy. Since we had pre-planned to bunk the college, I was wearing a 3/4th, and my little 8″ Johny was easily visible through it. Without her notice, with one hand, I freed my Johny from the jockey, but kept it inside my 3/4th. I resumed my massages. With every stroke of my hands on her back, I would increase the range of my hands, and slowly reached her lower back. As I reached the rim of her top, I slowly slid it upwards. Now my hands were touching her bare back, but only on her lower waist. She started making low but discreet moans. Aahhmm. Uhmmm.

As she wasn’t objecting my touches on her bare back, I slowly slid it further up. I realized that the top was stuck at the bottom end, between her tummy and the bed. She realized that slowly took tummy a bit in, and it made easier for me to slide it further. I was sitting on the left side of her waist. I asked her if I can sit on her thighs, so that I can massage more properly, but I didn’t wait for her response and directly sat on her thighs. Now I was massaging her back, from lower to her shoulder, under her top. When I moved my hands from bottom to top, I was pressing my dick on her ass crack and dry humping it. The very next moment I realized that she isn’t wearing a bra, and a sudden urge to press her boobs, automatically took my hands to her sides. I had now quit acting and started enjoying, but she was still lying there, just moaning.

I was feeling her side boobs with both my hands, and humping her ass at the same time. I took my dick out of my 3/4th and then again placed it between her ass crack over her skirt. I slowly pressed her boobs from the side, and she lifted herself a bit to make it easier for me. I started kissing all over her back, and licking her neck. I removed her top completely and turned her towards me and we started kissing each other. We were sucking each other’s lips and she was biting mine, our tongues busy in their own battle. Her hands were on rubbing my back, and caressing every inch of it. I broke the kiss, and took off my t-shirt quickly. I guided her hands to my dick, and she started pressing and pulling it. I kissed her neck and was kneading her 36″ boobs as if there was no tomorrow.

She was moaning really loud. I slid down, kissing her cleavage, and then started sucking her left nipple, while my left hands were busy with her right boobs. My right hand found its way down towards her hot-spot, and was caressing her pussy over the skirt. I slid the skirt up and put my hands over her pussy lips, and stroked it along the line of her pussy lips. Her hands were entangled on my hair and pressing my head more on her boobs. I was sucking and biting her nipples, which made her moan louder, in pain as well as in pleasure. My mid finger had found its way through the pussy lips, and was stimulating her clitoris. She shivered a bit and continued with her loud moans.

I finger fucked her till she had her first orgasm. Then we changed our position, and came into 69. She was licking my balls, sucking my dick, and playing with my hair while I was licking her clit, biting on it. My hands were busy kneading her ass cheeks, and playing with her thighs. As she reached her second orgasm, she tightens her grip on my head, and pressed together her thighs on me. She laid still on me, for a while, and I was drinking all the pussy juices. Once she regained back her normalcy, she sucked me again and brought me to climax. She sucked out even the last drop of my cum, and swallowed it. We both were exhausted, and thus we slept hugging each other nude, for the next couple of hours. We called it a day, and I came back home.