Chapter 1: Freedom is Here
I've reached Bengaluru airport, four hours before my final round of interview. I accessed the premium lounge, thanks to my credit card. A job offer from a big UK MNC is round the corner. I had cleared up all the preliminary rounds in the college. All I need to do is pass one last interview.
Let me talk about myself... I am Maya, native is Nagpur. Hailing from a well-off but traditional family, they always pestered me with a big list of rules: dos and don'ts. Score good marks, get an engineering seat in a reputed college, pass with distinction, get placed in an MNC, go abroad for a job... the list of dos goes like this. I have satisfied their conditions by ticking all the boxes.
Now just one last box needs to be ticked -- The MNC job in UK. If I clear this round, I will be left with no obligations for my parents.
What about the don'ts? Typical Indian family rules: No boyfriend, no relationships, blah blah... blah. Then one interesting part was, my parents allowed me to choose my life partner, if I fulfill all their do-list. Which means, literally I will be free once I clear my final round of interview. So, I travelled from Mumbai to Bengaluru to earn my freedom.
I changed my travel outfit to a professional white shirt, blazer, and navy-blue pants. I took a cab to navigate the horrific traffic of the city, which started at the dawn itself. I reached the company well before for the interview. I saw another girl, probably my competitor or maybe colleague, waiting to be interviewed for the same position.
She was a damsel, I should say. Tall about 5 feet 8 inches, voluptuous in a knee length formal tulip skirt and a fitting top, which spoke volume about her breasts. In short, if the interviewer was a flirt, then he would probably pick her. Because I stood petite, 5 foot 3 inches and I dressed very formally. Though I have the features to allure anyone, I was not in an outfit to induce such thoughts. My mind was perplexed after looking at her. I decided to flip to my side B!
What is that side B? -- Well, when you restrict someone with so many rules, you are bound to break the rules. I did the same once I moved to Mumbai to pursue my Engineering. From the girls only school, I moved to a co-ed college. First year I was just another girl who wears modest Kurtis and traditional outfits. But in the second year, when I wore a T-shirt for the first time, I gathered all the attention of the boys. I started a kind of liking for it. I wanted more looks; I earned it by changing my dressing sense. I started wearing waist cut t-shirts which reveal a hint of my navel whenever I lift my hands.
The boys would die to get a glimpse of it. They buzz around me like bees, though I remained reserved and modest with a limited number of friends. Third year, I started wearing some loose necks, which sounded normal. But whenever I did bend to pick something, that's the moment the boys literally die to see - my sag-less 32-C boobs contained in a bra.
On special occasions like fests and events, I used to give such feasts to their eyes. I had shown my side B occasionally, whenever I felt the need, till the final year. Yet I had ensured maintaining my reputation as a studious, and career focused girl. All my exhibits were purely accidental for others.
Back to Bengaluru! I decided to flip to my side B! I reached the restroom and undid all the buttons of my blazer, leaving just the last one. Then I undid the first button of my shirt. There you go! Here I come, the petite Damsel! With my confidence high, I cleared the final round of the interview like slicing butter.
The interviewer was the HR guy in his 40s, a Sardar Uncle from the UK HQ of the company. Since his native was Nagpur, it was easy for me to build a rapport and clear the final round without any hiccups. He mailed me the offer letter and welcomed me on board. I should report to London in a month!
Hurray! I jumped once I got out of the company, undoing the last button of my blazer. It flew open to reveal some jiggles under my shirt and a few noticed it. That sent a signal to my side B.
You are free now, Maya! You can do whatever you want! No more rules. You have one month of unrestricted zone to explore whatever you want -- My mind sent me the message.
I informed the good news to my parents over a call. I shared the screenshot of my offer letter in my friends' group on WhatsApp. Though there are many in the group, only a few are close to me. Sam -- My secret crush, Leena -- my housemate and Junior girl, Riya -- her classmate and our mutual friend, Jignesh -- Sam's older brother and our senior in college and Guru -- Riya's lover and Leena's classmate. All of them congratulated me one by one as replies and started pestering me for the big treat that I had promised them.
"Guys, it's getting late for my return flight. Let me reach Mumbai and then we will plan a trip to Lonavala," I assured my treat to them.
I boarded a cab to the airport and texted Sam personally, "Can you bring Jignesh's car and pick me up from the airport?" I shared him my flight tracker.
"Sure, dear!" Sam replied instantly.
I kept my mobile in my jacket pocket and lost in thoughts about Sam as the cab navigated slowly through the busy traffic of the city. Sam and I have a crush on each other, but we never expressed it. Always maintained the friend zone. There are many tall and handsome guys like Sam in the college, but no one garnered my attention like he did. Mostly because he never ogled me like the other guys. Though we used to discuss kinky gossip about other love birds like Guru and Riya, we always respected our space.
His elder brother Jignesh had a crush on me and proposed once, but I politely denied it. Compared to Sam, Jignesh was equally handsome, same build and almost like his twin brother. He remained popular in our college circle for his football skills, even after he passed out of college last year. Sam took over his legacy as the team captain.
My mind questioned me: Should I try something with Sam in this month's space? How should I initiate? I just have a crush on him, not the love of getting married to him. Maybe I will explore side B of mine with him more. I also secretly watched porn and stuff with Leena. She knows a bit about me, shall I ask for some ideas to get closer with Sam.
Maybe seduce him to feel my first kiss, to feel the first touch of a boy on me? I am tired of being a virgin and I don't want to go to the UK as a virgin who knows nothing about Sex, except the porn literacy.
While I was lost in thoughts, the cab driver asked me, "Ma'am what time is your aero plane?" The cab is struck in traffic then.
I looked at my watch... "We have 45 minutes to check-in", I shared a worried look.
"Don't worry madam, I will take you there in time," he assured me glancing at my cleavage.
Then, I realized that I was showing him a cleavage show all the while. My first two buttons of the shirt were undone, maybe when I had jumped it ecstasy it could have happened. But the feeling of someone watching me gave me a thrill. I decided to remain unnoticed and leaned forward to him show my air ticket to confirm the timing and the terminal to which I should go. I revealed more cleavage to him, and he was thrilled like me. I turned towards him slightly, leaning down pretending to see the route in my mobile. He enjoyed his perks to glimpse at my boobs to drive faster with swift turns and cuts. The cab reached the airport just in time. As it was a prepaid Cab, I rushed to check-in.
Only during the security check did I realize that I had left my bag in the cab! Thank God, I kept my wallet and mobile in my jacket packet. The bag has nothing but my used clothes and innerwear.
Let the cab driver have it, I could not miss the flight for the sake of my used bra and panties. I noticed so many eyes catching glimpse of my unbuttoned shirt. Though I loved it inside, I need to act modestly. So, I buttoned up my blazers and boarded the flight.
In less than an hour, the flight entered the Mumbai airport. The weather was very gloomy. I called Sam and he guided me to his location.
"Bike? Where is the car, Sam?"
"One of the wheels got punctured and I don't have time to switch the spare," he apologized and continued, "I texted you, but you were offline in the flight."
I checked my phone, and he was right. I looked at the weather, it may rain anytime soon. But something sparked my mind. I wanted to utilize the rain to take things further with Sam.
"Okay, Sam. Give me the key. I'm riding," I grabbed the bike key.
"But... We need to go faster, your home is nearly 20 kilometers from here", he sounded doubtful about my riding skills. He handed me the helmet.
"Keep it buddy, I want to feel this weather," I said and started the bike.
"Hold tight, let's see who is slower," I vroomed the accelerator. My blazers went open with the wind. I feel tingle in my white shirt as chill air blown through the cleavage.
As I increased the speed, he switched his hold from the back bar to my waist. I can feel his hesitation and the warmth of his hands. But I loved it. I accelerated further. It started drizzling and I did not stop. My shirt was wet within a few minutes and droplets slowly drenched my purple bra. Then the water started flowing over my waist and filling my navel like a pool.
