Next day, just like every other morning, I got up after Menaka, though I could hear her talking to the guys in the hall. I walked out to find her lying on the couch in the t-shirt and panties that she had slept in. The t-shirt was bunched around her waist and the panties were a bit stretched, giving an incredible camel-toe.
"Here he is," she announced with a lot of excitement. "The love of my life. You can verify with him - I tell him everything!"
"Menaka was telling us how you allowed her to kiss a guy in Germany," Dhruv asked. He was sitting on the other end of the couch with Menaka's feet in his lap and her camel-toe right in his line of vision. From the looks of it, he had been giving her a foot massage.
Before I could react, Menaka said, "Honey didn't I tell you about the play I participated in, where I had to kiss one of the characters."
I remembered her participating in a play that her class did, and telling me that she would be in a romantic scene. It was only now that I realized that it was a euphemism for kissing on stage. But I didn't want to correct her when she was bragging in front of our friends and create a scene.
"My boyfriend isn't the jealous kinds," she continued. "He understands that kissing as an actor is a professional act. And it was anyway a one time thing."
"How can it be a one time thing?" Dhruv asked. "It was a play, so there must have been rehearsals."
"That's true," she acknowledged. "But the rehearsals were of the same scene, so why should it count as multiple events?"
No one understood her logic - I'm sure I didn't, but before anyone could say something, she got up and hugged me, saying, "I have the best boyfriend in the world. I've never been with anyone who understands me so well."
"How many guys have you been with?" Sam asked her.
"Two, before meeting the love of my life," she said, pointing at me. "Actually one and a half. I didn't do anything sexual with my first boyfriend." While I knew that she never slept with the first guy she dated, I was surprised to hear that they never did anything sexual.
"How do you categorize him as a boyfriend if you didn't do anything sexual with him?" Sam asked. "What's the difference between him and say any of us?" Seemed weird coming from a guy sliding his dick along my girlfriend's ass just 8 hours back.
"Well we kissed a lot and made out," she said. "Mostly under the shirt stuff." Again, I was amazed that after parading naked in front of everyone through this trip, she was using a relatively modest phrases like 'under the shirt stuff'.
"In fact," she continued, "I think you guys may have seen more of my body than the poor guy ever did."
"And did you ever see him fully naked?" Dhruv asked.
"Yeah," she replied. "After the make-out sessions when I didn't let him do anything sexual, I would give him a hand job to release his tension."
This surprised everyone, and someone did ask, "Wait a minute - how do you claim that there was nothing sexual when you were giving him hand jobs?"
"How's a hand job sexual?" She asked, genuinely surprised. "It's like a massage - okay, granted that it's a sensual massage, but he was my boyfriend after all."
"It makes no sense," we claimed. "How do you define sexual? Just fucking?"
"Ummm... Of course not!" She said. "Anything that has the word 'sex' in the description. So oral and anal sex, in addition to intercourse."
"That's very interesting," Sam asked. "So you guys would make out and you would give him a non-sexual hand job." This got a few laughs.
"Anyway," Abhi took over, "You said we have seen more of your body than he ever did. What do you mean?"
"Well I was very shy back then," she replied. "So I never let him take my panties off. I'm a bit more confident now, especially after Germany, but I was still very embarrassed the day you guys saw me naked."
The boys high-fived each other, including me. It was weird to celebrate other people getting to see my girlfriend naked, but not returning the high-fives would have seemed uncool.
"So does this mean before this trip just two boys had seen you completely naked?" Dhruv asked.
Menaka paused at this question and grew uncomfortable, which was surprising as I expected an immediate 'yes' in response. She tried to evade the question but everyone caught on that she was hiding something.
After a lot of pushing, she finally started talking. Addressing me, she said, "The only reason you don't know about this story is because Katherine made me swear secrecy. But I don't want to ever lie to you either. So here we go.
"After our mid-term exams, my roommate Katherine wanted to go partying but most of the local kids went home for the long weekend and a lot of the other exchange students went for a concert in Berlin.
"Katherine is German, so she knew a couple of guys in another college who were hosting a party that night. She didn't want to go alone and with nothing better to do, I agreed to tag along.
"She asked me to keep it cool and casual, so I wore a pleated skirt and the yellow top you gifted me," she pointed at me, reminding me about a top that I thought was too sexy, but since she had picked it out and was super excited about, I had gone ahead and bought it anyway. It completely backless, barring a string around the neck and one in the middle of the back. There was no scope of wearing a bra with it, so it came with some support in built. Oh, and did I say it showed a ton of cleavage?
"Don't you have any pictures from the party?" Sam asked.
"I do, but I promised Katherine that I won't share them," she said.
"You're just showing them for us to understand the story better," Sam argued. "You're not sharing or broadcasting them. You'll be fine."
"Alright," she agreed and started rummaging her phone. "I have them all in a folder. But Kat should never get to know about this."
"Let's connect the phone to the laptop," Abhi said, "I have feeling that these pictures deserve a larger screen."
Shortly we had Menaka's selfie on the laptop screen. She looked incredible in the yellow top. My eyes were darting between her cleavage and her thighs - the pleated skirt barely went below her crotch.
More selfies come in different poses. Then Katherine made an appearance. I've seen her a couple of times in the background of our video chats, but I had never noticed how hot she was. She was wearing a short skirt too, with a plain t-shirt with a deep v-neck.
A few pictures later, it seemed Menaka and Kat had reached the party. "So the house had a hall and a basement, and the party was spread across the two," she explained. "It had been going on since 7 pm but we had decided to reach late around 10 pm."
There were a few pictures of the party. There must have been about 30 college age people, men slightly more than women. Everyone was a lot more casually dressed than Menaka and Katherine - they were showing the most amount of skin.
"People seemed very friendly, especially the boys," Menaka told us. Of course they were, I thought. She continued, "As I started speaking with a few people, Kat and I got split up. I finally found her in the basement. She was quite drunk and was hanging with three guys and a girl.
"Kat introduced me to the group. Two guys, Adam and Ben, and the girl, Judy, were the hosts - they lived together in the apartment. The third guy, Ralph, was Kat's friend from high school." She showed us selfies with the group. Adam and Ben were tall and ripped, the gym going types. Ralph was chubby. And Judy seemed like a girl who never smiles.
"Before I came to the basement," Menaka continued, "These guys were discussing a 'high stakes' flip-cup contest. The three roommates had declared themselves invincible and Kat and Ralph were the challengers. Kat knew I was good, and my arrival completed their team of three, so the match was on.
"I asked them a few times about the high stakes but Kat brushed me off saying that it was not our problem since we were slated to win.
"The roommates were good and game was close, but Ralph stumbled and we lost by seconds. Kat blamed our luck and immediately called for a 'double or nothing' rematch, and the other team agreed. Unfortunately, pressure to win got the better of us and we got trounced in the second match."
Through this conversation, Menaka kept scrolling through the pictures of the game. The last one in the set had Judy high-five her two male teammates without a smile or expression.
"I asked everyone what the wager was. Judy said it was to lose a piece of clothing and serve food and snacks for an hour. Since we had lost in the 'double or quits', we had to take off two clothes each and serve for two hours.
"I panicked and refused, but they kept the pressure on. I told them that I have a boyfriend who may not like the idea, but they said that it was true for Kat too, but she wasn't planning to chicken out.
"At this point, Kat took me to one side and explained that Germans have a relaxed view of nudity, so losing two items of clothing won't be a big deal. And I didn't know anyone at the party in any case.