This is part 3 of this story. Please read parts 1 and 2 before proceeding, to get to know the characters better.
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Summary: Rakesh, the buff, low class, so called 'dumb' boy from the poor part of town, has seduced the high class, super smart, sexy Surma. But Surma's best friend Deotima is jealous and insults Rakesh nonstop, upsetting Surma. How will Rakesh deal with Deotima?
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Rakesh and Surma were now an item in Modern School. This, however, did not please everyone. Especially Deotima. (Refer Part 1)
Deotima was Surma's best friend.
She was devastatingly beautiful.
Her dressing sense was impeccable. She was rich and she was arrogant.
After all she studied in Modern School. The best school in Kolkatta.
Her long flowing hair, her big brown eyes, her slim figure, her big breasts, her designer clothes, made her the cynosure of all eyes wherever she went.
But now the 'I am better than you' Deotima, was jealous.
And she was covering up her jealousy with humour. Not endearing humour, but vicious humour, directed at Rakesh.
For example one day she approached Surma very innocently.
"Surma? Is it true that the dumbo Rakesh is working out in the gym to improve the 'body' of his arguments?" Deotima and Gunjan, another beauty, would break into peals of derisive laughter after such jokes.
"Surma, Is it true that if u give Rakesh a penny for his thoughts, he returns change?"
Deotima seemed to be enjoying Surma's discomfiture at her rude jokes.
"Deotima, what is your problem if I date a guy from Ashok Hall? How does it affect you?" Surma asked, exasperated.
"Of course it doesn't matter Surma. Why would we care if your boyfriend cant count to 21 without getting naked?"
Surma ran off crying and Deotima and Gunjan rolled on the floor with laughter.
Surma stopped calling Deotima.
Deotima used to be her best friend but the way she was behaving was atrocious.
Rakesh noticed Surma's depression.
"What's the problem poochie?" Rakesh was so used to her ever present exuberance, that he was not used to the down and out version.
Surma did not want to burden Rakesh with her problems and refused to tell him at first.
But soon enough she relented and told him everything.
Rakesh was livid.
Deotima? The same bitch who was staring at him on the train back from Delhi, was now denigrating him?
The image of Deotima floated into his head. Her long straight hair, light brown eyes and big boobs on that slim frame....
He thought of an incident that happened a while ago.
After one of the debates, he noticed Deotima was wearing a low cut designer outfit. As she walked past him, her 'dupatta' fell down.
She bent to pick it up and looked at Rakesh. He was staring down her dress at her breasts. She gave a wry smile and stayed bending down until he looked away.
He knew she had done it deliberately.
He felt a shiver of excitement run through his body.
He would teach her a lesson she would remember.
That night Surma and Rakesh went to a nightclub.
Surma had lied to her parents that she was going to a friends house to study.
Their driver, Bangu, was not the talkative type and Surma knew he would say nothing to Mr Karthik, Surma's father.
As Bangu drove them to the nightclub, he could see Rakesh in the rear view mirror. But he couldint see Surma, who sat on the other side.
Surma moved next to Rakesh and instead of holding his hand, her hand slipped onto his lap and unzipped him.
Surma did not allow Rakesh to wear underwear.
She took every opportunity to unzip him in public and touch his cock.
She would unzip him in movies or plays or even quiet corners in parks or malls, pull out his cock and masturbate him. She loved anything dangerous.
But this was crazy.
Bangu could inform her father that she was having an affair.
Mr Karthik had made it very clear that Surma could never 'run around' with boys.
Here she was, stroking his cock while her driver Bangu, was not more than a couple of feet away.
As if that wasint enough, she slid on to the floor of the car and knelt in front of Rakesh.
She smiled at him and dropped her head and lips onto his cock.
She pulled the foreskin back from the head of his cock and started to lick it.
Soon her head was bobbing up and down sucking on his cock as the car sped through the streets of Kolkatta.
Rakesh had to strain every muscle in his body to avoid looking down at her or make any noise, in case bangu noticed what she was doing.
Surma had become so good at giving him head that she could make him cum whenever and wherever she wanted.
She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock in her mouth.
She licked the tip back and forth over and over. Her hands moved up and down his cock, masturbating him while she sucked him off.
She looked out and saw where they were.
Five more minutes and they would reach the night club.
She went into overdrive.
She squeezed the bottom of his cock with just her index finger and thumb and rubbed along one particular vein she found had the maximum effect on him and sucked hard on the head.
Then she licked rapidly back and forth on the tip.
She had a technique of sliding her tongue rapidly under the head of his cock and then rubbing it with her fingers.
Her slender fingers were moving up and down rapidly on his cock along his vein.
Rakesh could feel the build up of his orgasm and kept his face as straight as he could.
Surma pushed his cock as deep as she could into her mouth, sucked hard on the head and waited for the inevitable.
Rakesh tensed up and she waited knowingly.
As she expected, he exploded in her mouth.
She swallowed greedily.
She loved the taste of his cum.
She smiled licking her fingers and lips and crawled back to her seat.
She adjusted her hair and reapplied her lipstick.
Rakesh put his sated cock back into his pants and zipped up.
He looked at Surma admiringly.
Surma noticed his look and winked at him.
What a girl!
When Rakesh and Surma entered the night club the first thing they noticed was that Deotima and Gunjan were there at the night club.
Surma deliberately avoided them. She did not want any trouble.
While he and Surma were dancing to a slow song, Rakesh felt someone staring at him nonstop.
He realized it was Deotima.
She was at it again.
When he was not there she made fun of him and when she saw him, she stared at him.
What did she want?
He stared back at Deotima.
She never left his gaze.
There was so much sexual desire in her stare that he felt himself get hard.
Deotima looked radiantly beautiful.
She had on another one of her designer outfits.
She had worn a purple 'kurti' over jeans. Her earrings were long and accentuated her long neck. Her purple designer 'bindi' enhanced the beauty of her eyes.
She had on a shade of lipstick that made her lips look delicious.
A shining designer pendant around her neck completed a picture of elegance.
Rakesh felt a shiver of excitement looking at her.
What a fuck she would be!
Rakesh kissed Surma publicly.
He was not usually affectionate in public.
Surma was taken aback at first but enthusiastically returned his kiss and pressed her breasts against his chest.
She felt his erection.
She smiled.
Her man was insatiable.
Rakesh saw Deotima's jaw drop in jealousy as she turned away seeing his tongue slip into Surma's lips.
After they left the nightclub Rakesh went back to Surma's house.
He couldint wait till they entered her room.
Surma had stroked his cock all through the journey back. He was rock hard.
Surma shivered in anticipation of having it inside her.
She knew he wanted to fuck her that night and dint try to make him cum.
As soon as they entered her room, Rakesh and Surma pulled off their clothes in record time and fucked like rabbits.
Surma noticed that Rakesh was on fire.
But what she did not know was that Rakesh was dreaming of Deotima.
Deotima's lusty stare at the night club and even during the train journey was fresh in his mind. Her light brown eyes were mesmerizing.
They bore through him and did not let go even when he looked back at her.
Deotima never seemed to blink when she stared at him.
He could feel her sexuality pour through her eyes into him.
Rakesh felt like she was raping him with her eyes each time she stared at him like that.
Rakesh became excited thinking of her.
He needed to fuck Deotima. Desperately.
But now he was fucking Surma.
He increased the speed of his fucking.
Surma looked at him in surprise as he fucked her even harder.
Rakesh was out of control.
He began to give Surma a series of 'shock thrusts'.
'Shock thrust' was a sudden and hard thrust into her with such force that Surma would wince in pain and pleasure.
Just as she gasped and surfaced from the shock of the first one, he would deliver the second and then the third.
Surma came again and again, responding to his wild fucking with a naughty smile on her face.
"Oh God Rakesh! You are like a man possessed! Ohhhhhh Goddddd!"
After they were done, they lay next to each other.
Surma looked up at him in total admiration.
She was stroking his cock lovingly as usual.
"God, how did I ever live without sex for so long?" Surma whispered as she kissed Rakesh's chest repeatedly.
Her hand stroked his cock incessantly when he was naked.
Even when they slept next to each other, he would find her hand on his cock when he woke up.
