Those carefree days at *** University Gurgaon, were some of the best days of my life. No, I am not recycling Bryan Adams without reason. I was 30 years old. With a PhD from a big engineering college. Living practically alone in a 2 storey kothi in the elite locality of Green Park, South Delhi. Doing my dream job, albeit not in an institute of world renown as I had hoped, of teaching. Getting progressively close to a very good girl. Debolina. But still enjoying solitude once I was back in my room and indulge in my perversions. I was truly happy.
Few months later I told Debolina of my habits. I thought she deserved to know. But there is a lead up to that moment. We will get there. Let me, for now, directly tell you about my days and its two colors.
My worldly side, the side that I presented to the world was bright pink. My day began around 5 AM, with my alarm going off and AC DC proclaiming to love them for the money (the song Moneytalks was my alarm ringtone). I used to wake up with a boner. The day gradually unfolded in its brightness. The perversions of the night slowly fading away. but still some things remained. I used to get up and walk to the balcony attached to my room, overlooking the street. Aunties, young college girls, newly wed bhabhis, MILFs would be walking their morning walk. My virgin cock would twitch in my shorts and I would grab my cock roughly over the cloth. Wishing to put my hard cock in one of those many tight and loose holes on their morning walk. Cunt, asshole, mouth, any hole would do. But then, my mornings were busy.
I would rush to the toilet to freshen up. Then to the kitchen to heat the chapatis for my breakfast. At around 0540 the mobile would chime with Debolina's text - Good morning sir. What time would you reach the metro station? Initial days there were just texts, later, as we got more and more closer to each other the text would be accompanied by an image. Sometimes she smiles while taking selfies, completely naked. Sometimes she would put a pen in her cunt and take its picture, later she would give it to me in the metro. Some days, she would send a picture of babita maa'm with a wink. She knew how to press my sexual buttons. I fucking loved her for that.
I would reach my station and board the first metro of the Yellow Line. Despite it being the first metro, vacant seats would be sparse. In the next station Debolina would get up and we would meet up in the compartment just after the ladies coach, the first coach behind the engine. Seeing her would brighten my day. We will stand next to each other and talk. Random stuff mostly. But on some days she would give me a pen. The same pen that she had put in her cunt and taken a mirror selfie to send to me. I would keep it in my pocket. We would get down at our stop in Gurgaon, book an auto or a cab and reach university. We both will punch in our biometric attendance and move towards our respective departments. Depending on the day and my workload, I will either keep my bag in my cabin and open my laptop or keep my bag and pick up the lecture notes for my class or keep my bag and take out the pen and take a deep sniff of Debolina's pussy juices, mixed with the scent of softener on my shirt and my sweat. And head towards the toilet to jerk off.
Once that is done and I have cummed out my balls, and I am calm, I would take a picture of my spent cock, alongside the pen and send it to Debolina. Once this final perversion is out of way, my day would truly change color and it would become completely bright pink.
I would return to my cabin. Pick up a book and read for my next lecture. I was good at it. I loved doing it. Just before lecture was the time I used to truly feel alive (!!). I was popular too. The university was basically for rich people and the lady students were generally dressed in quite revealing clothes. I used to ignore all that shit, maybe that is why it made me more desirable to them. They would speak to me in a coy voice, blinking their eyes more often than required. Adjusting their tops without need. Paying attention to my lectures. etc. The guys were generally rowdy but with me they were uncharacteristically cooperative.
Even my department seniors were surprised that I could handle those students without any problem. they asked me - how am I managing to handle it? I simply replied - I am not looking to handle them sir. I just ask nicely and they agree. Soon I made a name for myself that I am friendly enough with students, being knowledgeable about movies, books and songs and more importantly memes, made it easier for sure.
I used to tell Deolina all about it during lunch. Some days her HoD, Babita maa'm used to join us and we would laugh at some jokes. Soon enough our lunch circle grew. HoD maa'm invited Shamsher sir from the Faculty of Law, he was her friend and if gossips are to be believed her bull as well. But I found him quite friendly. On odd days, Babita madam's husband Shiben Banerjee, from admin, would also join us. Akansha maa'm from my department, Dipesh from Civil, Anushka maa'm from Physics, would also join in regularly for lunch. We would have the meal together, filled with laughter. I am pretty sure that Anushka maa'm had a crush on me, as I found her looking at me when she thought I was not looking. And I was doubly sure that Debolina must have noticed it as well, she had sharp eyes!
After lunch we returned to our respective departments for our evening lectures. My lectures were for MSc in Mathematics, and it had many mature girl students. I know it is wrong to view students with those eyes, but we are talking about almost 6 feet tall sikh girls with well endowed breasts and huge, fucking huge hips, wearing tight t shirt and jeans; or sleeveless kurtis and tight leggings such that all the curves are on blatant display. So even though I used to ignore it, those images got recalled in the night. The guys were matured as well and we used to talk like pals.
One of those guys, Yash Narang, was very friendly and we used to walk till the canteen for tea after the lecture. Often I have seen Yash coming down the stairs of our department from the top floor, i.e. third floor, with a girl. One day I casually asked him what was the deal with that. He told me that the third floor classrooms are usually vacant in the second half and many couples make use of those.
"What do you mean make use of it?" I asked grinning.
Yash grinned back, "You know sir. Things couple do"
