“Oh, that’s good, looks better,” he as a gym enthusiast appreciated my efforts.
“Let’s go inside!” Ranjit said loudly.
“I need to put this bag somewhere,” I curled my shoulder and told Ranjit.
“Ya, Geroge already booked rooms for all to get freshened. I think on the 3rd floor, four or five rooms,” Nabeen intervened barging onto us.
“Alright! Silvi just went there!” Nabeen added.
“Ok, then, you guys go! I will catch you up,” I told them and took a few steps back.
“Ok then, see ya,” they all cheered.
I saw Ranjit stand there muddled as the rest of them walked towards the entrance of the party hall. As I slowly moved away from the pact, my eyes caught Kiran talking to another guy not from my class, History may be. He saw me and he nodded to Kiran. Kiran slowly observed me. Our eyes crashed.
“Should I come with you?” Ranjit’s voice echoed in my ear.
I turned back in surprise. Ranjit barged towards me.
“No no, please go ahead, I will join soon,” I assured.
“OK, turn left and take the elevator!” Ranjit suggested.
I thanked him not by words but through looks. Such a gentleman, so far. He smiled weirdly. I nodded as he slowly walked towards the entrance. I turned back and took a few more steps closer to the spot where Kiran was gawking me. My eyes glittered. His thick beard disappeared and he looked way smart. He was smart and a bit tricky to handle too. I didn’t wish him to talk to me. I just wondered whether he would acknowledge to me or not. I slowly walked across him and he did. He smiled, an odd one, but better than deliberate discounting. I was relieved.
Nervous moments passed. I took the elevator, 3rd floor it is. Is it a good idea? I mean it has been two years and I have never attended any of such a gathering ever during college. But here I might face a potential threat that I did not assess correctly. Seeing Kiran made me seriously edgy. He was my classmate and one of my earlier joyous mates in the hostel. I mean he was daring but too selfish. No, no! I am still blaming others. I too am selfish. I did everything for my leverage and pleasure.
Kiran was one of very few guys I began my hardcore stuff. Not like other feeble outings whose names and things I didn’t even care about, these are the people who molded me and fueled me and made me into the creature I became, a hostel slut in their words. Their names voice faces figures smells and everything has been deeply engraved in my memory. There is no surprise that when I hear their name the first thing that comes into my mind is what their vanity looked like.
The boys conversed with me for many reasons. The curious, passionate learners, mischievous, broken hearts, desperate, addicts, righteous on one side. The frustrated, egoistic, narcissistic, homophobic, mesogenic pricks on the other. From others, I shortlisted some delicate things that I believe they liked in me, which changed from person to person. Most of them liked me because of my enthusiasm to obey their needs or commands. My commitment to satisfying my partners gave me an edge over my fellow contenders and earned me the infamous title.
My height was at least a few inches shorter than many of my age group. Many liked their bottom to be short, a kind of controlling confidence. I was chubby and my BMI was far away normal. I had soft tawny skin and a hairless body. My male hormones were hibernating during my adolescence. I had a pretty round face. My eyes were big and dark black. I had thin eyebrows. My nose was a bit swollen. I had thick reddish lips. Most kissable as per much feedback. My cheeks were soft. Pimples never left me. They always occupied their place on my bubbly cheeks.
The major portion of my genes is derived from my mom. She was gorgeously bold. My feminine side was a bit too assertive. My voice especially was too soft and tangy. It might have changed a bit from the past. My chest was a bit too crowded. My nipples were large and I had soft and spread areolas around my tits. Whenever I wore t shirts, my chest formed a very decent mound on my chest. Like a cherry on top, just on top of my left man boob, a few inches away from my nipple, there was a small black mole. That black mole had attracted many bees to the hive. I had a fat belly not that large of anything. But I sit, it forms a noticeable bulge under my clothes. My navel was deep and round. Its shape got distorted because of my fat pot, the pothole. My hips were wider than usual which gave an unusually curvy shape for my waist. Now they look better as I lose weight. My thighs were thick and wobbly. My booty was round and proportionate with my body type. The most attractive part of my body as per the most number of comments.
The gains and drawbacks of having an added feminine look and feel usually depend on the way you look at things. I usually dealt with those things light-heartedly and in a playful generous way. The college hostel was not the place where I started my eventful sex life. I had my fair she of experience when I stepped into the college. I had some kind of complacency that things could be under my control after a few days of sorrow at the hostel. Things we getting worse and unimaginably frightening. A divine intervention was needed.
As I walked from one door to another I saw Silvi charging from a room. She dressed very traditionally, not suited for a party. As she saw me she tried to regain her composure. She tried to stop but then she took off with wet eyes dripping tears through her hand. She seemed sad and frustrated. Poor girl, what happened? I was confused. I presumed something sinister and of grave danger. As I walked closer to the room, Jaison Zachariah. Yes, there was another Jaison in my class who might have gained some good level of misfortunes because of the name. He looked at me and smiled lifeless. His eyes were sore too. Of course, the ex-lover’s reunion, that’s what it is. Nothing to be afraid of. I was relieved.
I went inside the room, it was empty. I placed my bag on the couch. My bladder needs urgent cleansing. I need to take a leak before I go back to the party. I swapped through the messages, but nothing of importance surged. I put that close to my bag. I walked inside the bathroom. A tidy one with a nice lavender smell. I twisted the tap and cold water gushed into my hands. I washed my face a few times in front of the huge mirror. I took the towel in my hand and wiped my face. Suddenly the bathroom doom door which was not locked, opened wide. The unexpected door slamming terrified me for sure. I accepted the person’s entry and looked down in distress. A male for sure. As the person moved behind me, my anxiety grew. It must be Kiran, he might have followed me to the room.
As I looked down in shock, the person standing behind me pressed his body against my back. His hands slipped beneath my top. I felt a revetting sensation growing under my belly. His cold fingers clutched onto my soft belly. I felt ticklish but didn’t resist much. These actions will not worry me anymore. His face came closer to my shoulder and neck. A hard succumbed hug as his breath cooed in my left ear. Oh, the smell, a very familiar one. The notes are faint but unique. It reminds you of the smell of the first rain after the summer. I looked up in the mirror in surprise. My eyes widened in disbelief. A strange blissful feeling filled my mind. My whole body jiggled in that heavenly joy. I put my hand behind me and snuck between our bodies. As my fingers reached his poking piston, I gently gave a pinch. The huge figure behind me quivered and pulled away from me. I turned around and looked at him in shock. I gave his cold eyes. The figure standing in front of me didn’t intimidate me. An old lover, the mighty Ajmal himself.