Shanaya's eyes opened as the sunlight filled the room. The clock showed 10 am. She felt her bladder tense up, courtesy of her habit of drinking lots of water after sex. She tried to get up from the bed, but as soon as she attempted a sudden sharp pain jolted in her loins.
Her pussy was sore.
It was a reminder of the rough beating it had taken the previous night but the person responsible for her current state was missing from his usual position in the bed. Nonetheless, she had to pee. As she got up, she saw a sticky note on the bathroom mirror from her boyfriend.
"I have come down for some important society work. Will come home in 30 minutes."
She knew his father was the chairman of the residential society but she did not realize that Sparsh did some society work and what the emergency was that he had to go leaving her alone at home. Especially after last night. She decided to give him a piece of her mind when he came back, but she was too sleepy to think further she dismissed the note and sat down to pee. Another glimpse of yesterday's night flashed in front of her eyes as she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen as she started peeing.
"God!! Was he rough last night". She thought to herself.
She entered the shower and felt the additional soreness in her breasts as she washed them. She loved to caress her breasts while washing them. Once upon a time, she prayed or rather begged her God to give her the breasts she had now. Even when she was still in 10th grade, her breasts were still a 30A. All of her friends had grown a decent pair of breasts, but she was still waiting for hers to grow.
Genetically, she was supposed to have good-sized breasts. When she got her periods in 6th grade, she expected her breasts to start growing soon. However, even in 8th grade, when her breasts didn't budge an inch above the chest wall, she asked her mother why her breasts were still small. Her mother told her that in a year or 2, she would have nice big breasts like hers.
Two years had passed since her conversation with her mother and she was in 10th grade then. Her older bras still fit perfectly. Her mother told her she did not require a new bra. Not that she had ever worn a real bra then. Years ago when she felt like the only girl in class not wearing a real bra, she insisted her mother to buy her bralettes or trainer bras since all her friends had already started wearing real bras.
She knew that she didn't need a bralette. Her nipples weren't so big that they would poke through the top. So she often went braless. Some of her friends would be so jealous of her that she could wear anything, with or without a bra, since most of them had their wardrobes changed to more conservative clothes by their respective mothers, as their previous ones revealed too much skin. Few girls complained about the back pain being so terrible.
Though Shanaya knew that above all these complaints, these girls enjoyed special attention because of their breasts. The hot senior guys in school would always go to these girls with well-developed breasts. Small-chested girls like her would receive no attention from these seniors, and the guys of similar age would appear too immature in comparison to the seniors. Shanaya, however, liked a guy from her same class, Sparsh. He was a nice guy and made her laugh a lot during classes. They were in the same class till 10th grade. They would go home together on the same bus. They would also chat on Facebook and WhatsApp. He was a good friend to her and showed no interest in pursuing her then. However, her infatuation for him gradually increased with time as he was one of the only guys to give her attention.
It was the farewell day at school, which was the last day before everyone parted ways for the preparatory leave for their 10th board exams. Shanaya was expecting Sparsh to ask her to become his girlfriend, but he didn't. They didn't meet after the farewell day but stayed connected via WhatsApp or Facebook.
After 10th grade exams, they had a summer vacation of 3 months before they joined high school or junior college, as it is called in Mumbai. They used to chat on the phone or Facebook for hours daily. Vacation passed away as she had gone to visit her uncle in the USA and Sparsh was also passing time playing video games in the day and playing football in the evening. 10th-grade results were out, and they coincidentally got admission to the same college. Both of them wanted to become engineers. Both were happy that they would be in the same college.
They both agreed to meet at least once before joining junior college. They agreed to play badminton the next day evening at 6 pm since from 4 pm to 6 pm Sparsh had an important football match. Sparsh had asked her to meet at the playground at 6 pm.
The next day Sparsh was his usual self playing football. He was playing as a forward in the match. Towards the end of the second half the scores were 2-2. He dribbled the ball past 2 tall and bulky defenders and tried to hit hard towards the goal post but the opposite team goalkeeper caught the ball. He was the youngest person on the turf. The college boys of his society had seen him play and offered him to play as a center forward in their team. They were 2- 4 years older than him and didn't allow boys of Sparsh's age to play with them. Sparsh had his eyes only for the ball. He saw as the opposite team's goalkeeper threw the ball across the turf to his teammate. There were hardly any defenders in the back and worst of all the goalkeeper was missing. The opposite team's attacker kicked the ball effortlessly in the unmanned goalpost.
Sparsh cussed and yelled, "Where the fuck is the goalkeeper".
He found the goalkeeper towards one side of the corner post talking to a girl. The young girl had worn pink shorts and a white tank top. She had her hair open which flowed down her neck onto her breasts.
"Focus on the game you fucking Romeo" he yelled.
As he went closer he initially didn't recognize her.
"She has come for you, Sparsh", the goalkeeper yelled back.
In the heat of the match, Sparsh had completely forgotten that he was supposed to meet Shanaya that evening. As he jogged towards her he could see all his teammates had stopped the game entirely and were just ogling her. As he neared Shanaya he realised why. In these last 3 months since they met Shanaya had changed a lot. Sparsh was astonished at seeing a flat-chested girl transform into what seemed like good orange-sized breasts swelling against her white tank top.
Sparsh noticed her white tank top being stretched tight against her breasts. The growth spurt made her taller and her legs longer. Her shorts had become shorter and ended quite high above her knees exposing fair and creamy thighs shining in the flood lights. Shanaya might have not realized what effect her growth spurt had on her clothes he thought.
Sparsh had come close to her and was truly amazed. He was mumbling something as if he was struck by a sledgehammer in the head. But coming to his senses he told her that his match would be over in 10 mins and then they could start playing badminton. She replied that she would warm up by running laps around the turf on the running track.
As Sparsh resumed playing, his opponents had lost all aggression. All of them were distracted with frequent head turns taking a glimpse of the girl on the running track. This resulted in Sparsh scoring 2 more goals. After the game, Sparsh waited for Shanaya to finish her lap. As Shanaya finished her lap she came walking towards Sparsh.
Even today, whenever Sparsh was asked what is his most memorable moment with Shanaya, he would always remember this particular moment.
His jaw literally dropped seeing such a gorgeous goddess walking towards him. Under the setting sun, the thin layer of sweat on her legs arms, and her cleavage made her skin glisten. Her breasts were heaved with each breath and also with each step indicating her lack of a supportive bra or maybe no bra at all. Her poor tank top while trying its best to conceal the bouncing breasts had displaced slightly from their place revealing ample amount of her cleavage. With each step, Shanaya could feel all the 25 pairs of eyes now shamelessly ogling her body.
Shanaya chuckled every time this memory played in her mind.
Back then, Shanaya exactly knew what she was doing. The intentional hip sway, tucking in her tummy, and arching her back to make her top strain while walking towards those boys was her added extra touch. Shanaya had waited for this for a really long time.
In school, she was bullied for having small breasts and not requiring to wear a bra. The mean girls even called her out for having breasts smaller than the chubby boys. These taunts along with being ignored by the boys, who preferred bigger boobs girls. Her frustration had built up over the years.
Immediately after the start of summer vacation, she noticed her breasts getting bigger.. During this time she was in the USA at her paternal uncle's place. Her aunt had noticed this and took get lingerie shopping. They brought a few new bras, tops, and shorts to fit her growing body. 30 C was the first bra that she ever purchased. She was extremely happy to buy her first bra and loved wearing it. When she came back to India, she was staying with her grandparents as her parents had gone for a relative's wedding in Jaipur. She later realized wearing a bra in India was much different than wearing a bra in the US. The heat and humidity of Mumbai made her sweat a lot, resulting in itching on her breasts and constant adjustment of her bra bands to the extent that she preferred not wearing it. Daily while bathing used to caress her breasts and feel how big her breasts were getting every day. Not wearing a bra in the Los Angeles area of America was something that wouldn't be stared at, but in India, if your nipples poked out through the top boys and men would stare shamelessly.
Shanaya didn't have a sports bra yet and her normal wired bra would just irritate her when playing badminton with her friends. Her friends who would bully her now became silent and didn't make any comment on her breasts. She felt extremely confident. Once getting irritated with her wired bra she decided to go without it to play badminton. There were a few boys from their same building who played badminton with them. The entire time all the boys showed a novel interest in the girl whom they made fun of. Their persistent efforts to strike a conversation with her by making some fun comment or joking around the badminton court was quite evident. The other girls felt as if their importance had just been robbed.
Shanaya had never felt like this in her life.
