Taken to her boyfriend's home
Two months went by very quickly and an eighteen-year-old Bablee, was enjoying the high life in Los Angeles. She'd decided to call herself Daliya, then found most of her new friends couldn't pronounce it, so shortened it to Daly. Although too young, she dressed well in an older style, which gave her access to certain night clubs.
Daly received an allowance from the corporation, as well as college fees. It was highly amusing to find her aunt, also named Bablee, had been mistaken for her, and placed in a boarding school. This gave her the opportunity to blackmail the woman in human resources who made the mistake, so now she receive her aunt's allowance as well.
There wasn't much chance of running out of money, as on top of the generous allowances, she had access to her uncle's bank accounts. His pay was still going into the bank while he was in hospital. The corporation was keen to keep the family happy, so as not to involve lawyers in an accident claim. Giving Bablee and his niece an allowance, and paying their school fees, was a small price to pay.
Even though Daly had plenty of cash, she made sure the guys bought the drinks. It was fun teasing them, and sometimes, if she really liked the guy, she joined in playing sexual games. Here in America it seemed morals could be abandoned to get what was wanted. Just so long as a false facade was kept intact.
***
Auntie Bablee had abandoned hope of escaping the boarding school, and sensibly settled into the student routine. She had no proof, she was twenty-six and a married woman, so until it could be proven, she felt unable to accuse them of making a mistake. Growing up in a village in Pakistan, meant she wasn't well equipped to complain to these big western people. How could she possibly point out they had made such a bad mistake.
As a short, slim, Pakistani woman, she looked small and young compared to the western girls. With her big brown eyes she looked so young and innocent. The matron thought she was much younger than eighteen, and issued her with a youngsters uniform. It was the only one small enough to fit her. Fortunately, she gained the protection of Sue, and so the other girls dare not pick on her and just sniggered when Sue wasn't looking. Dressed in a freshman's school uniform, and with her hair in pigtails, she looked like a little schoolgirl. She was lucky to be in twelfth grade, and not assigned to a younger age group.
It wasn't just because she had no choice that she settled into being a well behaved schoolgirl, there was another reason. It was because she was enjoying the company of a boy. Adrian was only eighteen, and she was older than him, but that didn't seem to matter. It was bad for a Pakistani woman to even hold hands with a man, whatever his age. As a married woman it was very bad to have an innocent assignation with a male.
At home it would have meant serious trouble. Even if she hadn't been married, such bad behaviour would have gotten her a beating, or worse. Their relationship had gone way beyond holding hands. They had sex!
Looking around for something or someone to blame, she decided it was Americans, America, and the school. The other girls and her boyfriend encouraged her, as though it were normal to have casual sex. Being in a strange country, with unfamiliar rules, changed her perspective. It was important to blend in, and that is what she thought was happening. Instead, the girls were fooling her, pushing her into something they dare not do themselves.
Still, she couldn't complain, for it was all new and wonderful.
Unexpectedly thrust into this strange school, with its western rules of conduct, she had been very vulnerable. When she was in Adrian's arms, she felt safe and comforted. The other girls encouraged her, and warned her to keep him happy or she would lose him. Trying her hardest to keep his interest, the inevitable happened, they made love, and she fell in love.
Falling in love with a schoolboy was stupid, but it happened. To stay in school, and not be thrown out, it meant trying her hardest to fit in, and be a good, well behaved schoolgirl. Being found out would be humiliating, and upset the love of her life. If it got back to the corporation, and then to her husband, it would be a calamity.
A few weeks ago a mysterious woman of authority visited Bablee at school, and told her to think of herself as one of the schoolgirls, and to forget she was a married woman. It was easy to do so in such a rarefied atmosphere of that old school. It was a strange thing, to be told to misbehave, but the woman was authoritative, and purposeful in her manor.
It was also what Bablee wanted to do. It meant she could push aside the guilt of being a married woman, while being with Adrian. Settling into the school routine allowed her to meet with Adrian as often as possible. Being in love with him was the best thing to ever happen to her, so it became vital to pretend to be a schoolgirl. At last she felt free to express herself, while receiving honest and open emotions from a young handsome man. At home, emotions had to be controlled and suppressed.
Was it just a schoolgirl crush, or was he the one true love in her life? Whether it was a schoolgirl crush, or much more than that, it couldn't last. Sooner or later this mistake would come crashing down around her. Behaving like a responsible married woman, was looked forward to. Until then, she was going to make the most of it.
***
'You're doing well in class, Bablee. I was wondering if you still needed Adrian's help. It isn't usual for a boy to mentor a girl,' Miss Andrews said.
'He's been very helpful Miss Andrews. When people talk fast I miss what is said. He's still helping me with American idioms, differences in the cultures, and school rules,' Bablee carefully said.
Adrian had settled down and his grades had improved, so the teacher agreed, thinking it was doing them both some good. If they were getting too close, she wouldn't do anything unless they were blatant about it. It wouldn't be the first time teenagers thought they were in love in school.
Bablee met up with her lover in the usual place. There was an old abandoned summer house in the grounds, which gave them a chance of some privacy. All the girls kept away, as they thought the tryst was ever so romantic. In return, they wanted an in depth recounting of their time together.
The boys kept away because Adrian was well liked. They also hoped that someday it might be their turn to have sex with one of the girls. So far, some of them had a quick feel and a tumble in the grass with the girls. They hoped the girls might loosen up, and be encouraged by Adrian and Bablee, who were lucky to have it all.
***
'Like, Adrian, well, you know, I was feeling so serious about you this morning, like, when I woke up, dreaming of you. Like, my heart was, really full, seriously, overflowing, yea!' Bablee enthused.
'Yea, me too. I only have to hear your name, and my heart skips a beat,' Adrian told her.
They'd been staring into each other's eyes, while eating their lunch. They went back to kissing, and cuddling, holding each other tight, not wanting to let go. The girls in her dorm were giving her ideas, so as not to lose his interest. They were telling her to introduce new things into their lovemaking. Some of the ideas were nice, but not all.
Letting him bugger her wasn't so nice, as it hurt, and gave her no pleasure at all. She was willing to put up with it, if it kept him happy, but he never pressed her to do it again. When he spurted his cum into her vagina, she felt he was making her his, that she belonged to him. It was a wonderful feeling.
Sex nourished the feelings of love, and had never been so good. So this is what friends had been talking about at home! It must have been her ignorance when she didn't understand them. She had waited for her husband to educate and enlighten her, as she thought it should be that way. What would he have said, if she started to experiment, and had an explosive orgasm?
No! That would never have worked, he was an old fashioned man, and would have beaten her for being a bad wife. Adrian wouldn't beat her, he was encouraging her. They were all encouraging her to be a naughty slut. The girls in the dormitory liked the idea of her being a slut, and she was learning to enjoy it, while trying to find out what it meant.
***
The spring break came around quickly, and Bablee wondered where she was to go. Adrian would be missed so badly. With a great need to see him, and for him to hold her, she ran to their secret meeting place. It wasn't much of a secret, as all the girls in the dormitory knew she met him there.
'Adrian, hold me please!' she asked, sounding needy.
'What's wrong?' he asked.
'We part on Friday, and, like, I don't know what I am to do without you,' she cried.
