Big Bang at College Trip

“Yes! It’s a trip!” yelled one of my college classmates. An Industrial Visit had just been decided, and it was supposed to go to Goa! Yes, Goa. What stupid college takes a bunch of kids just out of their teenage to an IV at Goa?

Don’t get me wrong, not that I didn’t like Goa. My problem was the people. Unfortunately, I could not land myself in a prime college, and my college didn’t have the best crowd. I was all but a loner in college and hardly attended it.

So the dreaded trip started. I was planning to spend this entire trip with my one sort of friend, Naaz. Naaz was like me. She came from an affluent family. But unlike me, she was naturally beautiful. What I lacked in beauty, I made up for in a better personality than Naaz.

Let me describe both of us. I am 19 years old and have a slim body, 32B breasts. I am dark in colour with long black hair and a tight touch. Naaz, on the other hand, was quite the opposite.

Fair as fuck, she had long blond hair. (coloured, obviously) She was also slim, but her assets were perfect. She was thick where it mattered and slim where required. She looked like a mid-eastern model.

Naaz and I were dressed in our Pajamas and paired with three other boys from our class and our Aanchal mam from college. The boys had already started playing cards on the top berth.

At around 11 pm, Aanchal mam decided to go to sleep. Even Naaz said she was bored and went to sleep. I tried convincing Naaz to stay up and chat, but she didn’t listen.

One of the boys from the trio peeked from the top berth and asked me, “Why don’t you come up and play with us, Shruti?” I denied it almost instantly. Dumb, immature teenage boys they were. None of them was a real man.

Another guy popped out and said, “Oh, you aren’t Naaz. I told you to call Naaz, not her,” and sniggered. Though I couldn’t see her, I could literally hear the half-sleeping Naaz smile. The third boy popped out and said, “Don’t mind him. He is a jerk. You are most welcome here.”

I think my ego had woken up now, and sleeping wasn’t an option. I climbed up to the top berth and joined the third boy in one berth. He introduced himself as Sachin. The other two jerks were sitting opposite and introduced themselves as Mudit and Varun.

“Let’s not play cards, please,” I requested. I am ready to play anything but cards. I told them. “Let’s play truth or dare then,” yelled Mudit at once. Walked right into it, didn’t I?

We couldn’t spin a bottle. So we decided the person drawing the smallest card would go first. The rule was that we alternate between Truth and Dare. The first card I drew was a 2 spade. The smallest possible card. I chose Truth.

The boys weren’t ready for this as well. They began thinking. Varun mustered up some courage and asked if I had kissed a boy. There was a collective groan from the other two for the lame question. Varun had asked, and there was a smile on my face.

I answered positively, and he asked me the name of the boy. I replied, saying only one question per Truth. The boys seemed disappointed at a missed opportunity. For the next 4-5 rounds, my turn never came, and the boys seemed to be sinking more and more.

Just when things were getting slow, I drew 3 spades. It turned out to be the lowest. The guys were now looking at each other. They didn’t want to lose this chance. But before they could say anything, there was a thud in the berth below.

Mudit and Varun glared at where Naaz was sleeping on the lower berth before me. I stretched to see what happened. The bag Naaz was hugging had fallen off. Her very loose shirt had slid down to expose her white bra and a lot of cleavage. She was stunning with her golden brown hair and fair skin.

I could see Varun ogling at her mouth open and saliva dripping. I quickly got down and straightened Naaz up. I pulled up her shirt, covered her with a blanket and saved her from flashing half the train. As I got up, the boys were visibly angry.

Mudit had the audacity to question me as to why did I have to do it! Even the nice Sachin complained that he hardly got to see anything. Varun was just shocked at what I had done. I told Mudit that Naaz wasn’t in her senses. It isn’t right.

“So what?” he replied.

Varun added, “Aren’t you in yours? You show us your underwear.”

“Are you out of your mind?” I exclaimed. I looked at Sachin for some help. He said, “Why not? Let that be your dare.” I denied it instantly. “Coward!” Yelled Mudit.

The three guys had now mustered a lot of courage. They weren’t ready to play anymore. They asked me to go down and sleep. I wasn’t ready for this game, claimed another. I went down and slept on my berth. I could see activity going on the berths above for some time. But couldn’t hear anything.

After some time, Sachin came and slept on the berth opposite me. The other two guys presumably slept above. Sachin’s eyes were wide open. He was glaring into my eyes, and I into his. I could see the visible disappointment in his eyes.

I don’t know how it happened. Maybe it was the trip or the train. Or the fact that I felt I was disappointing the guy who was so nice to me. But my hands went down. I pulled my pyjama pants down and stopped just below my ass.

If anyone had passed by that night, they could have seen me as a college girl lying on my stomach in my black lace panty. I took out my phone and texted Sachin, “I know my eyes are beautiful. But look down, and the disappointment in your eyes might disappear.”

I saw him read the text, take his eyes down, and see the glaring look in his eyes. They lit up in that dark bogey. He could have seen the silhouette my almost bare ass was making. He took his phone in his hands and started typing. I half-expected something romantic, but he replied, “Can I touch it?”

Something wild had already taken up my mind, and it was getting wilder. I turned my tight touch towards him and faced the wall. There was still some shame in me. I couldn’t see my modesty being ravaged by him. I texted him back, saying, “All yours.”

I closed my eyes and put my ass out just a bit, almost fearing the first touch. I almost felt his hands around me before the first fingers hit my handles. His hand had a cold touch. His fingers were worn. It almost felt like someone was scratching their dog.

Soon both his hands cupped my buttocks. They were crude. But it got my juices flowing, I bit my lip at every move of his, and then suddenly, my eyes popped open! I suddenly felt 3 hands touching my butt.

To be continued.

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