In Chapter 1, Sanjana, an Indian student studying in the UK is heartbroken by her long-term boyfriend Vivek. He claims she is too uptight as she doesn't let him have sex with her. Sanjana's friend Savni invites her out with her friends Imran and Enok.
A Pakistani and a Nigerian guy respectively. Imran is shy in front of Sanjana. But he slowly opens up to her and they have an erotic blowjob session in the player's dressing room. But Enok has an evil plan brewing in his head for Sanjana and Savni.
Read what happens next in Sanjana's Hoe Phase.
Chapter 2
The image of Imran's cock in my mouth was not leaving my mind. His hot cum inside my mouth had travelled deep in my belly. I even dreamt of being in bed with him. His comment about raw energy still sent shivers down my spine. How would he be in bed? Should I lose my virginity to a Pakistani man?
Vivek hadn't messaged or called after walking out of my dorm a week back. I saw him in college from afar but my ego didn't let me talk to him. He had walked away. He should make the first attempt if he wants to come back.
"You should show him what he is missing," Savni said one day. He thinks you are a boring girl with no sexual energy. Show him the raw side of you.
I started thinking about her last sentence. Show him the raw side of you.
Imran and Enok passed by me many times in college. We exchanged pleasantries but I would not wait for long. One day, Enok caught up with me alone on the campus.
"Hey Sanjana, he called. Are you free tonight?"
I was going to say no because I didn't know where he was going with it. So I asked him the reason so as not to be rude.
"I am throwing a huge party at the community centre. As most of us have finished our exams, we want to have a final bash before parting ways."
"Who all are attending?"
"Every single foreign student is attending--Savni, Imran, me and a bunch of others. Even Vivek and his group are coming."
This was a good opportunity to show Vivek I don't miss him at all. And as Savni was gonna be there I had nothing to worry about.
On the day of the party, I got dressed in a sexy black skirt and white top with a deep cleavage. I let my hair loose and wore some eye shadow to highlight my eyes.
"Mama Mia! Savni whistled as she saw me in the hallway. Someone is truly showing Vivek what he is missing."
I smiled shyly. We entered the party hand in hand. I wished to stay close to Savni. The party was filled with unknown faces from my college. Vodka and beer were flowing from the barrel like water. The dress I had worn just about covered my buttocks. I could see all the boys ogling after me. I liked the attention I was getting. Wearing provocative clothes was new to me.
Imran fetched me a drink of green apple vodka. I gulped it in one go. A hot sensation travelled down my throat. It felt just like Imran's hot cum.
"So what did you do in Pakistan before coming to the UK?" I asked him to make small talk.
"We have a huge farm. My whole family has been into farming for ages. My favourite pastime was having sex with girls in the back of our farm. I would take them to show the farm. Then it was just a matter of time till they fell for my looks and sweet talk."
I raised my eyebrows.
"What did the girls say when you refused to marry them?"
"They would make a big fuss. You know as they won't be a virgin anymore; they won't get a good husband in the future. We have strict rules in Pakistan. My friends used to call me, a virgin breaker," He chuckled.
"So why did you leave such a lucrative prospect and come to the UK?"
"Over the years I got fed up with Pakistani girls. I wanted to experiment," he said winking at me.
I liked his straightforwardness. He at least didn't hide who he was.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Vivek and his friends enter the party. They stood in the corner and watched me socialize.
"So Sanjana, I heard you are not as innocent as you look," Enok said patting Imran on the shoulder.
Imran had obviously boasted all about our session in the player's dressing room.
"What did Imran tell you?" I asked. The vodka was making me confident.
"Everything," Enok grinned.
"Did he tell you that I kissed him like this?" I asked and went close to Imran. I pulled him towards me with his collar and started kissing him passionately. He was shocked initially but then he too started kissing back. From the corner of my eye, I saw Vivek's friends point towards me. Vivek was looking at me with shock. He knew he was the only guy I had ever kissed.
I kept making out with Imran for a few more minutes. Slowly his hands started travelling below my lower back. I arched my back due to his sexual touch. Slowly he glided them on my buttocks over my skirt. I had a small but round ass. He squeezed my ass with his big hands. I was mildly turned on.
Enok brought me another drink. I took my third vodka shot.
Irman sat down on a sofa chair. I sat on his lap with my back to him. I started grinding on his cock. His cock responded in an instant. I felt it sprung into attention.
Vivek was getting heavily drunk in the corner. His fiery eyes were watching our every move.
Imran started kissing the back of my neck. His hands moved over my boobs. He cupped them over my white top. I continued grinding on his erect cock. My vagina was on fire. Enok was supplying me with shot after shot. Savni was busy dancing with some Spanish guy. The party was in full swing. Only Vivek was sitting in the corner like a loser.
Imran slid his hand under my top. His fingers started playing with my nipples. I was grinding him like a stripper. His touch to my nipples urged me to fuck him there and then. My pussy had started to get moist. I didn't care if all the eyes in the room were on us. Imran went on kissing me on the neck.
"Get a room you guys," Enok commented loudly over the music.
"Should we?" Imran whispered in my ear.
I looked at Vivek. He had fire in his eyes. I loved the feeling of getting back at him. And I was turned on like anything. I nodded my approval.
Imran held my hand and guided me towards his dorm. It was situated two floors above us. He shared the room with Enok.
My heart started beating faster. Vivek wasn't here. I was in another man's room. That too a Muslim Pakistani. Anything could happen hereafter.
Imran smiled at me sweetly.
"Are you ok? You had a lot of vodka shots."
"I can handle my liquor," I said confidently. However, I didn't feel like it.
"I have a doubt. How come a clever girl like you took admission for digital marketing and not some high-end degree? You did engineering in India, right?"
I nodded and signed.
"You know my ex, Vivek. He is in our university in the medical department. We have been together for years. When he decided to come to the UK for further studies, I got scared. I thought if we did long distance, our relationship wouldn't last. So in haste, I decided to take admission in the first course I got into. It was the biggest mistake of my life."
Imram nodded understandably.
"I know Vivek. I was not going to say anything. But..."
