The Former Classmate
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This is unusual, I thought. A bunch of college mates were supposed to meet up at a pub in Mumbai for a mini-reunion of sorts. However, it was 15 minutes past the time and nobody had shown up. Except for vineeta. I knew her. We had collaborated on some projects together. But we hadn’t talked much during college. I guess the only memory I carried of her was the way she looked during the farewell party – dressed in a black one-piece dress that accentuated her cleave. I remember dancing and cracking some jokes with her while the loud music was on. I must’ve masturbated thinking of her that night. But that was all. To describe her, she’s petite but voluptuous. Anyway, here we were, vineeta and I trying to make some awkward conversation while waiting for our friends to show up. After a while and a drink or two, we were pretty sure, nobody would show up and it was just us. The conversation got going. She was in a one-piece dress today, similar to my memory of the farewell party, so I made a mention. “Right!” she said laughing coyly, “So you do remember.” “Who wouldn’t? I’m sure you got a lot of attention that night.” “Well, it was the only time I got attention from you. I remember that.” Was she flirting? I wondered. As far as I knew, she had a long-term, long-distance boyfriend since ages. I played along though. “Never knew you were seeking mine.”, I replied. “Not actively. But it would’ve been nice to have got some attention from you during college.” “Well, I must say, that night you did get a lot of attention from me. Even after we got back to our hostels.” I dunno what got into me. This is unusual. Thankfully she chuckled and slapped my arm saying “Rubbish!” And we kind of stayed on the peripheries of this stimulating discussion without stating anything serious. A few more drinks made us looser. We were touching hands playfully and tapping shoulders. She was finding excuses to touch me as much as I was. I must mention I was in a serious relationship too at that point, but this was turning me on more than I had imagined. She was holding the tip of my middle finger and playing with it between her fingers casually while we were talking. “So, I wanna know more about the attention you have me the night after the party,” she said, breaking my trance. “Well, I had good reason” I winked (or something less stupid) “What reason?” “I don’t know. Right now I can think of two.” I said, my eyes indicating at her boobs. (what the fuck is making me say these things, I thought.) she didn’t get it at first. Then she looked down to where my eyes were indicating and looked up with such a half-angry half-naughty smirk that it got my instantly uncomfortable in my pants. And she was pressing the tip of my middle finger hard. (say something. Please say something.) “Haven’t you ever?” I fumbled to turn the tables “Ever what?” “Thought of me that way?” She let go of my finger and looked away. “What?” I asked. “I probably shouldn’t say this.” she said as she looked at me. Her large eyes were loud enough. “Say what?” I pretended not to get it. “Well, yes I did.” “You did what?” “… Give you attention while I was alone in the hostel room.” we laughed. “How often did that happen?” “Quite often. I even missed some first-hour lectures because of you.” more laughter. This was getting comfortable. And I felt her waist as she continued rubbing the tip of my finger. “I wonder, what you imagined. ” I wasn’t able to mask my curiosity. “Can’t tell you everything now, can I?” she was enjoying the banter now. And I rested my hand on her knee under the table. She looked at me in acknowledgment of it. We continued talking though as if nothing was happening below. While she told me more about her college days crush on me, my fingers were circling her knee. I could feel her twitch at times. Slowly, my fingers reached the edge of her skirt and played with it casually. Above the table, the conversation was getting deeper. I guess we both didn’t want anyone to notice so we behaved very normal above the table. After teasing her enough I could feel her thighs gently part, making the edge of the skirt rise a little higher. And my fingers slid over to her inner thighs. Grazing against her tender skin. Rising higher and higher but ever so slowly. I could feel her anticipation of my fingers. Although we didn’t mention any of this while talking, her eyes told me enough. My fingers were millimetres from the edge of her panty and she squeezed her thighs together and her eyes blinked for a second longer than necessary. My fingers were squeezed in between her thighs unable to move. In a moment though, she spread her thighs again and opened her eyes. “What happened?” I asked. She just shook her head like she didn’t know what was happening to her. My horny classmate’s eyes looked lustfully drunk. I moved my fingers higher. Playing with the edge of her panty now. She had stopped saying something mid-sentence and never got back to it. She simply looked away and closed her eyes once more. My fingers were now inching closer and closer, over the fabric of her panty which was already wetting my fingers. And when I finally found her clit, she stifled a gasp. I was rubbing her clit against the fabric and I could feel her thighs shiver from time to time. I was moving it round and round and slipping my fingers along the line of her pussy lips. Above the table, her head was in her hands. “What are you doing Vinod?” she whispered in a gasp. I was flicking her clit from side to side with increasing pace and she moved her waist cautiously so that we aren’t spotted. Once or twice, she lifted her head and looked around to check if anyone was watching us. I could feel her get more and more intense with my rhythm. Until finally she clenched her thighs so hard together, that my bent fingers got crushed. “Vinod, please stop,” she whispered again. And this time I thought she meant it. She couldn’t meet my eye and I think she wiped a tear. So I did stop. My fingers were quite wet. She excused herself to the washroom without looking at me. And I was left wondering how all of this happened. I was beating myself up thinking she’s going to regret it. She’s in a long-term relationship, I realized. Maybe I shouldn’t have done this. Was I taking advantage of her while she was drunk? All of these thoughts crossed my mind while she was away in the washroom. I decided to apologise to her and make sure she was okay. She returned to the table, and before I could say anything to her, she did the craziest thing ever. She reached out with her fist and handed me her panty. It was dripping with thick wet fluids. I was dumbstruck. I quickly put it in my jacket pocket and looked at her. “So right now, you’re wearing…?” “… Nothing.” she completed my sentence with a devilish glint in the eye. Well, a lot more happened after that. Was it good this far? Write to me at [email protected]. Especially if you are a woman, I’d love to know your thoughts.