(This is a part of my Desi Tales franchise. Please, please comment and share your suggestions, criticisms and even your fantasies in an appropriate manner.)
My name is Nitin and this is a true incident. This had happened when I was in College. I was 19 years old and sex starved. I spent days masturbating and thinking about sex, so much that I even thought of exploring some of my fantasies in real life.
One thing common in my country is the lack of public awareness to sex and related topics, which I'm sure many Indians who read will relate to.
So you see this huge mass of sex starved boys and girls and you get chaos. No wonder so many rapes happen. You even see cases of public flashing and public masturbation common here. In fact, it actually is one of my fantasies. It was. Until that one day in college. After that, it no longer remained a fantasy, but became a possibility.
So I was in Kerala at that time. In one of the most notorious colleges in the state, at that time. I am not naming the college, as I really don't want someone investigating this. But the people are real. So for a simple background, Kerala is a hotbed of politics. So much that it has seeped into the educational institutions. So there are several such outfits representing political parties or certain ideologies. It suffices to say that colleges here are not usual. Student walkouts are common, like seeing a full classroom without an attractive female teacher is impossible. Fights, riots, arguments, sit-ins, these are common occurrences. The studious ones, who don't want to get involved in these usually are the ones who suffer. Students like me.
Now I'm not remarkable, but I am fit. And being from a lower caste Hindu family, I have had days where I had to work my ass of at my father's farm. Like hard work. I loved the work, to see the sweat glisten on my body while also spending time with my tribal workmates and sharing fantasies about their women, while still dressed in a loincloth, gave me a rush. So the work gave me shape and fitness, but not really a desirable face. I developed a dark complexion due to the prolonged heat under which I worked in, but despite facing nil discrimination, I just had this inner uncertainness of ever approaching a female.
My mother though was fair. Fair in skin, heart and mind. She was lovable and my father who was just as dark as I was, did express displeasure on seeing me inherit his color rather than his wife's but ultimately both of them loved me.
Now, back to college. Most classes here are a mix of various people from several communities. So while there are other black or dark skinned guys like me, there are also really fair skinned or brown skinned people too. We have Catholics, Muslims, Hindus all in one class at a time.
In my class, I was like the teachers pet. For helping them organize the class or to help with paper correction to dusting the black board. I was it. Once though, a prof crossed the line by asking me to clean a mess, me and several other students protested. Being the most outrageous student groups, our teachers too had to adapt and develop unorthodox methods to control us.
One of them was Prof. Rubina Sultana. According to what we students knew and several others, she had a very questionable reputation. Possessing a killer figure of a body, her huge 38 size breasts didn't sag like most would for her size and instead stood up proudly, showing it for every male's gaze. She was a busty woman with white skin, like many Malayali women, had an incredible ass structure and as she would always be in a revealing sari (uncommon for a Muslim, but still sexy) it only accentuated her beauty, by laying bare her navel and waist. It was believed she had married twice, divorced her husbands and now was currently in the process of ditching her third husband. She was a woman drawn to men and had several affairs with married men and responsible for ruining many people's lives. But it all could just be speculation, I thought.
So, this regular Monday morning, most boys had left the class for some protest and the remaining were only 20 of the total 58 strength. The first hour was going to be a bore with the most boring lecturer coming and me and several students were actually planning to leave when, out of the blue, Rubina entered our room. Like always she never carried books anywhere and was also adorned in an outrageous outfit of a sari. She always wore her blouse designed as a bra and made sure the loose end of her sari always exposed her cleavage. So all eyes fell there whenever she walked and this time was not different. Rubina never did look like a teacher or professor and appeared more like an aunty from a high-society, who flaunted in her beauty with her outfits.
In the room, among the 20 was Kader, Asif, Ganesh, Kumar and Me among the boys and the rest of the 15 were girls. I saw Christina, a girl who had problems with everything, stand up.
"Mam, we have Sam sir's class now."
Rubina looked at her and replied, "I know. You had. But he is not coming today, so class," she looked at us all and said, "Today, we are going to do something different."
"So its Value Education, now?" Christina asked. Some of her friends asked her to sit down.
"No, it is not. This is something that all teachers have been instructed to do. About real, practical education. Sex education."
Just as she uttered those words, Ganesh suddenly sprung up and startling everybody began to walk out of the classroom, head down. As he was leaving, Rubina moved and closing the door she locked it. Then she moved to the only set of windows while tucking in the loose end of her sari in her waist and closed the windows too. The room had darkened so I got up and switched on the lights. I decided to sit in the front bench, instead of joining in the back to get a better look at Rubina.
"Class, I'm sure you know a lot about sex, but this is not going to be just some lecture, rather a demonstration. So, I'm going to need two brave volunteers, one each from the boys side and the girls side." She waited and when no one moved, added, "Quick."
When some of us began to duck, she smiled at us. "So, you're going to give me the opportunity of selecting randomly? Very well... Lets see, lets see, lets..." she began to scan around and her eyes fell on me. Partly because I was sitting in the first row and partly because I made sure she did select me, for whatever she was going to do.
"You. Come here." She said pointing at me. I nervously got up, like I always became whenever I was called in front of the class, which I'm sure all students can relate with.
"Come here, don't be shy." I went and stood next to her, smiling nervously as I met several of the girl's faces in the class and the amused faces of my male friends in the last row. Rubina had draped an arm around me and I was being pulled to her side. I felt elated as I pushed against her boobs and got an excellent view of her cleavage from the side, which resulted in my getting a hard-on.
