Hi folks, This is Nishanth. I’m 24 years old and 5 feet 9 inches tall. I’m a fair guy with a body weight of 78 kg, and I work out regularly, so I have a fit body. I come from a rich background, but my parents are ultra-strict.
I reside in Bangalore in one of the posh areas. The incident that I’m going to narrate to you folks is real. That happened during my college days with my senior. My age was 20, and hers was 21. It was my first encounter with a senior girl, and we lost our virginities.
Folks would be wondering why a fair, rich guy lost his virginity so late. The reason is because of my ultra-strict parents. But during my Engineering days, I convinced my parents to set me free. And also follow their rules. My parents were convinced because they had joined me at a reputed college.
I was like a parrot freed from the cage. I enjoyed my college days. In my 1st year of engineering, I made friends with all the guys in my class. Everyone treated me so well and invited me to all their events. But after 1st year of engineering exams, I lost all my close friends because they got a year back.
I was left with only one who was residing in a college hostel. His name is Nihal, coming from Mangalore. His height was 5 feet 10 inches his body weight was 70 kg. Nihal was also a fair guy but came from a middle-class family.
He was one of the reasons I passed my 1st year of engineering without any backlogs. Nihal used to study hard and teach me. Also, he was the reason for me having sex with the senior girl.
I know folks would hate me for not introducing the heroine till now. The heroine of the story is Usha. She is a very beautiful girl from Bangalore and comes from a rich background. She was 5 feet 7 inches in height and weighed around 55 to 65 kg.
Her body stats were 32b- 25- 30 during those days. Usha was a fair girl and had a tiny mole on her right jaw region. Her eyes and lips were a treat to watch. Usha was a cheerful girl and was friendly to everyone. No one would get bored when she was around you. She would keep her environment fun and joyful.
Usha used to wear all kinds of clothes western, modern, and also traditional. I first saw the beauty in my 1st year when she came to announce the fresher’s day event. I was clean-bowled by watching her. But I was scared to discuss it with any of my friends as they would rag me with her name.
So, during the fresher’s party, my eyes were stuck on her. She noticed me a few times and ignored me. Later, as my eyes were on her, some seniors saw and warned me. I was scared and didn’t watch her after that, even when she was in front of me.
Things changed in my second year, as I became confident and daring. Nihal became my best buddy. We used to hang out everywhere together in college. We both used to look at all girls, including seniors.
Once, we both had bunked classes to complete our assignments. I was busy completing and Nihal hadn’t arrived yet. I completed a few of the assignments and went to submit one. While leaving, he came and gave me his assignment and asked me to submit it.
Meanwhile, he would finish the next assignments. Nihal wanted a pen from my bag but accidentally searched Usha’s bag, which was kept next to mine. It was the same brand and colour, and he mistook it for mine. Some seniors had watched this and came and made a huge scene with Nihal.
Usha was not in the scenario. Before she or I entered the scene the seniors had slapped Nihal twice in his face. Nihal had tried to defend but other seniors smashed him more. I immediately rushed and tried to stop the seniors further beating him. Meanwhile, the professors also intervened and stopped them.
Usha also came running into the scenario. The professors asked me to explain the situation to them. Nihal and the seniors explain in their own way. It was decided that it was a mistake of the seniors. The professors then screwed the seniors.
They suspended the seniors who had beaten him. They also screwed Usha for her carelessness to keep her bag somewhere and roam. Usha, in tears ran away to the washroom, and her friends went to console her.
Later in the evening, Nihal and I were in the college canteen. Usha approached us and apologized to Nihal. Nihal accepted it, and she extended her hand to become friends with us. I was happy, but it was a cruel plan of the seniors to trap us.
Usha asked us to join her at the college grounds to play with her. Nihal wasn’t interested, but I forced him and took him to the college grounds. We were searching for Usha. Suddenly, all the seniors circled us. They began to abuse and beat us because we made Usha cry.
After a few minutes of beating, they left us both. We both were badly injured, and I rang my father and explained the scenario. My father rushed to my college with his men and took us to the hospital for treatment. The next day, my father sent a few men along with me to beat those seniors.
However, the professors intervened and managed to bring the situation down and called my parents. My father arrived and screwed my professors with his high influence. Later, he warned all the seniors to be careful next time. The seniors apologized and begged they wouldn’t repeat it.
Usha was also missing and wasn’t seen much in the college. I and Nihal wanted to take revenge on her for trapping us in that situation. After a few days, the college fest preparation began. We both again saw Usha during the college fest ethnic day, and our nerves began to boil.
We both tried to meet her but she was avoiding and escaping from us. On an ethnic day, Usha was dressed in a light pink saree and a matching light pink blouse. She had worn a Michael Kross watch on her left hand, and to her right hand had worn a gold bracelet.
She looked stunning with light lipstick applied to her lips. Anyone would forgive her for what she had done and would admire her beauty. That’s what we both did for a while. Usha was roaming the entire college, clicking pics with her seniors and her known group.
Nihal and I both were stalking her from a distance. We both wanted to catch her when she was alone. So, while we were stalking, Usha saw us got alert, and stayed close to her group. We saw Usha alone on the 7th and last floor of our college building.
So, Nihal and I ran our lives to the last floor to catch Usha. When we both reached the last floor, she saw us and went to hide in a classroom. We didn’t know she saw us. Usha was hiding under a bench. After a few seconds, we began to search for her.
We searched all the classrooms and couldn’t find her. When we entered the last classroom, I saw her saree cloth. But I didn’t inform Nihal. He insisted let’s relax for a while and then leave. So, we both sat together. I questioned Nihal about what he would have done if Usha was caught.
Nihal said he would first slap her hard a few times and then question her why she did that to us. After listening to Nihal’s words, Usha was full of fear. She was sweating under the bench, and I saw it with a peep eye. Then I insisted on leaving and informed him about her hiding place.
He wanted to catch her and slap her. But I said to him, let’s not hurt her because I had a crush on her. Nihal was a sweet guy and said, “OK, I’ll make her closer to you.” I asked how and he insisted let’s peep her from the window. We both began peeping.
Nihal asked me to record and click pics of her on my phone. I started recording, and Usha got up from the desk. But her Saree pallu got struck under the table. She was struggling to remove it from the table. I was dumbstruck watching her beauty. Her left side boob and waist region were on the display.
After a few minutes, Nihal held my hand, and we both barged into that classroom. Usha was shocked and began to scream for help. I panicked, so I closed her mouth. I lifted the desk and removed her clothes from it. She wore them back, and I was expecting thanks from her.
But she warned us that we would face consequences for this. Nihal got angry and raised his hands to slap her. But he didn’t. As I mentioned to him, I had a crush on her. I calmed him, and Nihal asked for my phone. He showed her beautiful pics and video recording of her body and boobs from different angles.
She was in tears watching those pics and video recordings. I felt bad for misusing the situation, but I wanted to teach her a lesson. Nihal threatened her he would make it public if she made false accusations against us. Usha pleaded she would not and informed us she would do anything we asked her to.
I asked her to apologize to us and leave. He told her not to repeat these things. Usha said, “No way and I’m apologizing.” She asked us to change our minds. So, Nihal told her to hug me. Before Nihal could complete his words, Usha hugged me for a few seconds.
She said I have followed your instructions and demanded Nihal to delete those pics. Nihal and I were shocked by her bold move. Nihal said I hadn’t completed my words. So, Usha again interrupted and was about to hug him. But Nihal pushed her back.
Nihal said, “Bitch, not this,” and winked his eye on me. He asked her to remove her pallu down and hug me again. I wasn’t expecting this and was about to say no. Usha requested Nihal to close the doors. Nihal went and closed the door and stood there to guard us.
Usha removed her saree pallu and hugged me for a few seconds. We heard Nihal locking the classroom door. Usha and I were confused, and we asked why at the same time. Nihal said it’s not over yet bitch, and demanded she squeeze her boobs with my hands.
I immediately said no, this is wrong, and Usha began to cry softly. But Nihal convinced me to accept, and I was in a two-way mind. (Two-way mind: I never get this opportunity like this again and felt guilty for blackmailing her.)
Nihal shouted, “Bitch, don’t fool us with your crocodile tears.” Usha said she would apologize, but Nihal said it was too late. Before I could speak, Usha took my hands with hers. Then she places them on her boobs and squeezes them a few times.
I was excited and on cloud nine. Nihal asked her to repeat it a few more times. Usha agrees and squeezes them a few more times. Nihal winked at me, asking if I was happy. So, I signalled him again a few more times. And he demands again the same.
Usha was OK and wanted to finish soon, delete her pics from my phone and escape from us. She repeats and squeezes her boobs a few times. Her nipples became hard, and she was aroused. My dick was begging me to free him so he can enjoy more.
I demanded her to sleep on the desk and allow me to suck her navel for a few minutes. Usha angrily said, “Only navel, not anything further.” I said, “Only navel sucking and a few more squeezes of her boobs.” Nihal closed his eyes and turned, facing the door.
Usha lay on the desk and pulled her petticoat down to reveal her beautiful navel. I admire her navel for a minute watching them. Then Usha signals me to start, and I touch her navel softly with my hands. Usha shivers when I touch her navel.
A current passes through my body while I touch and squeeze them for a few minutes. Then, I began to suck her navel and squeeze her boobs and play with her nipples for a few minutes. She was enjoying my act by softly moaning. Nihal secretly was getting a glimpse of our act by hiding.
I caught Nihal getting a glimpse and warned him not to look at us. He said he would guard us from standing outside the classroom door. Before he went out, he warned Usha to follow my words and not trick me. Usha nodded, and I continued my act for a few more minutes.
I asked her if I could suck her earlobes and neck for a while. Usha thought for a few seconds and said OK. I begin to suck her earlobes and neck region for a while. Then again, I came up with another request. I could slide my hands under her blouse and bra and squeeze her naked boobs.
But Usha said, “No way I’m allowing you to do those things.” I said, “OK, I was not doing that. But I’d suck her boobs over her blouse.” Before she could respond, I began to suck her boobs vigorously. Usha began to scream and hit me hard on my head.
She tried to push me and Nihal warned us not to scream. Usha begins to cry. I stopped sucking her melons because I didn’t want to force anything on her. I separated from her and sat at the opposite desk, looking somewhere else. Later I ask her to leave if she wants to.
Usha got up and sat at the desk, still with her saree pallu down. Usha waited for me to look at her. But I wasn’t. So Usha came forward and pulled me hard on her. I was surprised by this and fell on her body. Usha agreed to allow me to suck her boobs. But I asked her again if I could feel her naked boobs.
Usha says OK but warns me not to reveal it to anyone, including Nihal. Nihal couldn’t see clearly what we were doing from outside. I was excited and slid my hands under her bra and blouse. Then I began to squeeze her boobs roughly with both my hands.
Usha was controlling her moans and was enjoying my act. I continued to suck her boobs to ripen the juice of it. Usha pleaded with me to go soft and be gentle. But I agree with her and will do the same again. After a few minutes, Usha became blank and I was worried for a few minutes.
Later, she revealed that she had an orgasm. I didn’t know much about those things during those days. I stopped and asked Usha to dress back and leave. Usha began dressing back and asked me to wait and not to open the classroom door.
I waited for a few minutes, and Usha adjusted her clothes. Before leaving, she pulled me and kissed me on both my cheeks. She complimented me as an innocent kid and warned me not to publicize those pics. I handed over my phone to her to delete those pics.
Usha watched those pics and videos and handed my cell back. She further said she had fabulous photography skills and informed me she didn’t delete those. She informed me not to publicize it to anyone and saved her contact in my cell. Then, I ask Nihal to open the door. Usha rushed out of the classroom in a hurry.
I thank all the folks who read this story. I hope everyone enjoyed it and I request all the folks to encourage me to write my stories further. If there are any mistakes, guide me with your feedback. [email protected].