The Former Classmate – Part 2

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“So now you’re wearing..”

“… Nothing.” she completed my sentence with a devilish glint in the eye.

I don’t know how many minutes may have passed before I could utter the next sentence. Whatever transpired when Vineeta was in the washroom, I guess she had made up her mind. My eyes followed her as she gracefully sat down on the chair, moving her hand over her ass and straightening the seat of her dress before sitting.

“Stop looking at me like that!” She snapped shyly. Her cheeks were turning red again.

“Uh. Sorry.” is all I could muster.

“Now wipe that smirk off your face” she was grinning ear to ear coyly.

I was still holding her drenched panty within my jacket pocket. I could feel the stickiness over my fingers. She saw my hand moving inside the pocket.

“What are you doing?” She asked, unable to stop smiling.

“Nothing” said I, as i pulled my hand out and kept it on the table. Spreading my fingers a bit. She couldn’t help looking at my glistening fingers.

She watched me as I slowly raised them to my lips, pulling out my tongue and licking the fingertips.

She sighed and looked away. I could feel her knees move under the table, rubbing her thighs together. She closed her eyes.

“What?” I asked her. She looked straight back me.

“Hell, I thought I was done when I washed up. This is crazy!” I could sense the movement under the table, her thighs tightening and relaxing.

I placed my hand on her knees again. And without a word this time, she simply parted them for me. God, her expressions were something else! She was holding back a wide grin desperately just as she was losing control over it. Like she wanted to be restrained, but her body was leading her mind quite clearly.

She inched closer to the edge of her seat, while keeping her elbows on the table, leaning in. My fingers slipping up her thighs. She parted them wider as I went higher. Not breaking eye contact the whole time.

She held my hand over the table as the one under felt her pussy lips. She squeezed my hand, as my finger found her clit. I began moving my fingers along the line of her pussy lips as she inched herself closer.

She was so drippy that my fingers accidentally slid into her hole half-way in.

She clenched my hand, the one over the table, between hers as she took both her lips inside her mouth, biting them to stifle her gasp. She didn’t succeed. Sounded something like an inhaled hiccup. But she didn’t break eye contact. She wanted it. She was resolute.

I moved my finger all the way inside her. There was no resistance by now. And I pulled it out again. Went further in each time. Slow and steady. Her ass was moving forward on the chair to meet my fingers every time I went in. Almost involuntarily.

“Shall I repeat your drinks?”, The steward interrupted.

Quickly i pulled my finger out and her expression changed in a millisecond. Fuck! We had lost our minds. Had forgotten where we were. Hope the steward hadn’t noticed it.

I raised my eyebrows at her. She indicated no with a shake of her head.

“No, just the bill please,” I told him.

He went away. And she couldn’t help giggling like a kid.

“This is crazy! I’ve never done something like this before.” She said through the laughter.

We paid the bill and waited outside for an auto. We were laughing and joking, but much saner than before.

She suddenly said, “By the way, this never happened…”

“Goes without saying.” I smiled.

“… and it won’t ever happen again.” She wasn’t joking.

“Sure,” I said, perhaps a moment too late.

“I have a boyfriend.” She explained.

“Yes, and I have a girlfriend too. So I completely understand. No stress.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, vineeta. Don’t worry about it.” I meant it. “Plus, I’m keeping the souvenir.” I showed her a glimpse of the panty sticking out of the jacket pocket.

She laughed and slapped my arm. “Keep it safe, jackass!”

Finally, an auto arrived. I let her get in. Even though we were going in the same approximate direction, I offered, “Separate autos right?”

“Makes sense.” She smiled.

Before the auto left, she reached out for a hug. I leaned into the auto for it. Just a friendly hug, goodbye. “Thanks”, she whispered in my ear.

We waved goodbyes and the auto started. It went about 50 meters and stopped.

She stuck her neck out and called out to me.

“You’re not going to find an auto here. Let me drop you to the nearest one.” I hesitated. But, she insisted. And I got in.

We were pretty quiet in the auto till we reached the auto rickshaw stand at the junction. I was about to get down when she said, “You’re heading to Malad right?”

“Yeah”

“I could drop you till Goregaon. It’s cool.” She asked the driver to proceed before I could say anything.

It was a half an hour journey or so. We talked generally about each other’s relationships and other such uncontroversial things. Consciously keeping our hands off each other. My hands were on the back of the seat behind her head, ensuring zero contact. Sometime during the conversation, things went quieter and she leaned her head back on to my arm.

“Fuck I so wish this had happened in college.” She said turning towards me, looking up at my eyes.

“Me too.” I looked into hers.

We held that moment, for fuck knows how long. Just inching closer and closer. Each unwilling to make the move, but wanting it desperately at the same time.

Suddenly and almost at the same time, something broke in both of us and we kissed. Her hand behind my head, mine over her neck, pulling each other into this wild passionate smooch. Helpless. In the fucking auto!

Suddenly, one of us would realize the madness and break the kiss. Only to begin all over again within moments. I was squeezing her breasts while kissing her neck. Licking her collarbone. Her head arching back. I didn’t even realize when my hand went under her dress, but I found myself playing with her naked clit again wet as ever.

As we were crossing the point where I was supposed to get down, she said, “My roommate has left for her hometown today.”

We both knew what that meant.

We entered the elevator of her building and pressed the 10th floor. The moment the elevator closed, we were smooching like mad bunnies in heat. She was pressed against the corner of the elevator. With my hand supporting her lower back, she was arching her crotch into me. I spread aside the shoulder of her dress and licked her cleave. Spreading it wider to move my tongue between her breasts. She was breathing heavily. Her hands going inside my shirt and pulling my face over her boobs.

The elevator door opened. This was like 1:30 am so we presumed nobody would be awake in the building. Our clothes were clearly disheveled. We didn’t even care to straighten up and kept making out in the corridor as we approached her door. She was biting my lips as my tongue went deeper into her mouth.

She fished for the keys in her purse but she couldn’t find them easily though. We were at her door when she looked into her purse with the phone torch and finally found them. But when she looked up at the door, she suddenly went quiet. She put a finger to her lips to indicate silence. There was light coming from inside through the peephole.

She quietly pulled me away, to the end of the corridor. Her roommate wasn’t supposed to be home, she said. But it turns out that she had missed her train and booked one for the next day. I could see the disappointment bordering on anger, in her eyes as she kept the phone.

Like idiots, we sat on the stairs. “Well, this is it I guess. This is as far as it goes. This is a sign.” I could sense a trace of guilt in her as she said this.

“I don’t know about signs, Vineeta. We both wanted this, not just you. Go easy on yourself.” I said.

She forced a smile for my sake. But I knew she wasn’t alright about it.

“Look at it this way: If this had never happened, would you have preferred wondering what it would be like all your life? We both know you’ve imagined it enough.”

She chuckled at the provocation and hit my arm. “Ass! Like you haven’t imagined it enough.”

“Oh trust me, I have. More than enough.”

She was giggling and slapping my arm. “Okay, so what have you imagined enough? Care to say?”

I slapped her arm back.

“No seriously.” She said, “I want to know.” She was provoking me.

“Well ok. You remember the college play you played a part in. Where you wore that green saree and some off-shoulder blouse thing.”

“You remember quite clearly, it seems.” She joked.

“Well, my play was up next. So I was waiting in the wings looking at you. Damn, you were incandescent. That light on you. Your curls bouncing off your shoulder casually. And then you came back stage into the wing where I was standing. You had dropped a prop or something. So you bent down to pick it up, right in front of me. And the pallu of your saree fell off your shoulder. Gosh, you have no idea how instantly hard you had made me when I saw your cleavage staring at me. When you stood up, I looked away. Hoping against hope, that you hadn’t caught me.”

She was grinning like an idiot as I was recounting this. “What are you thinking?” I asked her.

“Two things,” she said. “a. I have and idea of how hard it made you. Your costume was a fucking dhoti. So I saw it.”

I laughed. “And b.?”

“And b. There was no prop in my hand.” She smiled with expectation. I grabbed her bait.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, I saw you staring at me from the wings. And the bending-over-pallu-drop was entirely for your benefit.” Her eyes sparkled as she giggled. “Noticed how long I was bent-over? Well, when I stood up, you were looking the other way. So I cursed myself thinking it was all in vain. Only when I saw your engorged dhoti did I realize that you must’ve had a good time watching me. I was hoping, you’d make an effort talk to me or something later. But, you didn’t.”

“Gosh! I’m such an idiot.” I felt more than a little foolish.

“Yes you are indeed.” She said giggling at me.

“Well, I totally imagined banging you wild in that saree backstage that night.”

“Pity, that’s about all you did – imagined.” She was still laughing at me. But suddenly in the middle of her laughter, she took my face in her hands and planted a deep kiss. “Idiot.” She said as she continued to giggle through the kiss.

Well, that kiss couldn’t end, could it? Slowly without either of us realising it, it got wilder. We were smooching like we were on fire. Biting and chewing her lips. She was sucking mine. My hands were grabbing her waist.

She got up from the stairs and turned around to sit on my lap without breaking our kiss. Her dress hiked way up her thighs as she placed them on either side of mine. Remember, she was wearing no panty now. She was rubbing her pussy over my hardness through my pants. Moving her hips to and fro as she was biting my lips like crazy. She arched her neck backward to force all her weight over my cock.

I could feel my pants getting wet with her juices over my crotch as I pulled off the shoulders of her dress. I was nibbling her chest just above the boobs while pulling her body to my face with my hands on her back. She was stroking my cock with her pussy lips back and forth.

In no time, her hands went behind her back and she unhooked her bra. This time, she pulled the dress further down off her shoulders and her boobs cam popping out towards my face. Her erect nipple rubbing against my lips. I took it between my lips and sucked it softly.

“Harder. Please!” she begged me, feeding her boob onto my mouth. And I obeyed. I sucked her nipple and held it between my teeth. Fondling it with my tongue within. Making sure she could feel my tastebuds grind against her nipple.

She was out of control. Letting out soft involuntary whimpers.

Mind you it was well in the dead of the night, on a flight of stairs that are hardly ever used. Especially it being on the tenth floor and all. But I had to cover her mouth to stifle her whimpers, nevertheless.

“Fuck it,” She said, pulling my hand off her mouth, “I need you inside me.”

“Here?” I whispered back. Barely in control of myself.

“I don’t care.” was her pat reply as she got off me and undid my buckle.

The step behind me was hurting my back by now so I stood up. She understood. I turned her around to face the wall, standing up.

She hiked her dress over her back, exposing her ass to me. I positioned myself on a lower step and adjusted. My pants and underwear were at my ankles. She grabbed my cock that was already rock hard and raging after all the events from the evening. And she adjusted it against her opening, spreading her legs wider.

“I don’t have a condom with me,” I whispered into her ear.

“I don’t care.” she was high.

Once I knew I was there I plunged right in, in one violent stroke. She gasped and held her hands against the wall.

Violent and breathless. Faster and faster. Pausing for a moment and faster again. She clenched her fist as I felt her flooding my cock. Her vaginal muscles contracting and expanding in shockwaves.

“I’m about to cum,” I told her desperately.

“Do it. Inside me. Please.” she whimpered.

“But…”

“Please.” She begged. “I don’t care if you make me pregnant. I want to have your abortion.”

I’ve no idea what got into me when she said those words. But I plunged into her harder and harder. Throbbing deep inside her as I released a jet into her. She felt it. I could see a hint of a smile on her face.

Six to seven minutes was probably all it took. But we were so wasted.

“Hey, I really don’t want you to get pregnant.” I made it clear.

“Yeah relax. I’m going to take the pill. I’ve no idea what made me say that.”

We caught our breaths as we embraced. Laughing at all of it without making a sound.

This was just the beginning of something which lasted a couple of months or so. Till the point, her boyfriend proposed to her. That’s when better sense prevailed and we decided to part ways while staying friends.

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