Every Guy having a platonic relationship with a girl no matter how much he protests to the contrary, at least once, wonders what it would be like to fuck her, maybe it's just curiosity or maybe it's the millions of years of evolution dictating his thoughts, but every guy has them. It's seldom however that he gets the chance to act on these thoughts, the story that follows is autobiographical and true in most respects, I've taken creative license in some parts though, what is real and what is a product of my fevered imagination, I leave up to you dear reader to speculate on. I will confirm however that names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Taniksha and I had been friends for years, we met in college when she was my assigned lab partner and ever since our first meeting we were never really physically attracted to each other, I thought she looked like a cuter tanned Indian version of Zooey Deschanel and I was, and still am attracted to the curvier ladies, in her case she in spite of (or perhaps because of) her drill sergeant father always seemed attracted to the bad boys and found me too straight laced. But we got along well and had similar interest, we both enjoyed photography and hiking and invariably when our significant others of the moment bailed out of any social activities we always felt comfortable asking each other to fill in.
For all that Taniksha only ever had one "serious" relationship it was with a guy named Randolph, I never understood what she saw in him, she was clearly smarter than him and he treated her like shit, and I suspected had cheated on her a few times, I only ever once obliquely mentioned my thoughts to her but she brushed them off and I did not bring it up again. We had finals coming up in the next few weeks and predictably started seeing less of each other, I had just gotten the heave ho a relationship so I had a lot of time to study, Taniksha though spent most of her time with "Randy" Randolph Johnson and not quite enough studying. I tried to get her to buckle down and study but she ignored me, eventually I decided that she was a big girl and I needed to get my own shit together, I spent a good 2 weeks with my nose in some kind of reference tome or the other, caffeine and sleep deprivation were my constant companions.
Eventually though I had one of those nights where my body just could not take it anymore and I fell asleep in the library, fortunately the University kept the library open till midnight during finals and that's when I was shaken awake by the night guard, I gathered up my books and walked back to my apartment. It was a muggy night, as nights in India tend to be, fortunately I lived close to the university and reached my building inside ten minutes, I pushed open the main gate and that's when I saw Taniksha sitting in the lobby crying. I slowly sat next to her and asked, "What's wrong Tanni?"
She said, "I had the most horrible day you can imagine."
I responded with, "Tell me, later, we need to get you upstairs first"
We took the stairs up to my apartment; I lived alone so it was in the usual single guy state of borderline health hazard. I pushed some junk off the couch, got her seated and got out the beers, I imagined her bad day had something to do with Randy and her next words proved me right.
"He cheated on my Jeff, he brought some girl back to MY apartment and was fucking her in MY bed!"
Taniksha's father had got some sort of Government contracting business going after he was discharged from the service and seemed to be doing quite good at it, as a result Taniksha was the only person I knew who could afford to own her own high-rise penthouse suite. I'd imagine it would be quiet the love shack for Randy to get some willing tail.
I hate watching girls cry, I'm usually at a loss on what is proper etiquette but even I knew an arm around her was the right thing to do. I could feel the hot tears sock into my cotton shirt.
"And to think tonight was the night I planned to make him my first," she continued weepily.
This was something we never spoke about before; I'd always wondered if Taniksha had, had her cherry popped; now I knew.
"Tanni, sweet heart, he's an asshole to pull this kind of bull shit on an amazing girl like you, any retard who would throw away a beautiful, sweet, loving and sexy girl like you has his head up some other retard's ass."
In hindsight I realize I could have ended that more forcefully but it seemed to work, she looked up, into my eyes and asked
"You think I'm sexy?" she cooed.
"Of course I think you're sexy, what kind of silly question is that? In any case I always thought he was no good for you, you'll be glad you saved yourself for someone who really cares about you."
She looked at me thoughtfully and said "You're right."
The next thing I know she leaned into me and our lips were kissing, I was taken aback, but enough of a guy to kiss her back immediately. I put my hand gently on the back of her neck. She opened her mouth in response. Our tongues touched lightly at first then soon flowered into an all-out explosion of passion.
We continued kissing. What really surprised me next was the fact that she became even more forward. She moved over on top of my lap and moved my hands around to her ass as we continued to kiss. Her denim skirt only came up to mid-thigh; I slid my hands down and up, under her skirt.
"Are you sure you want to do this Tanni?" I asked her.
