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.