A college reunion was organized and my old mate convinced me to attend the event, even in his absence. Meeting some old friends and tweaking some old memories. Continuation of Chapter 1: The Forbidden Boyfriend
Chapter 2/3: The Forgotten Admirer
I felt a bit tipsy when the auto took a sharp right turn from the main road. The resort sign board is visible. Garden Resort, 500 meters. While sitting, the waist chain is feeling a bit tight wrapping under my belly fold. The beer already made my tummy full. I need to empty my bladder as soon as I reach the resort. I scattered through my phone messages once again. A new message from Silvi and Nabeen, both confirming my attendance by six. I replied both the same, almost there! I Lifted my top gently and put my hand around the waist chain. Piercing my fingers underneath the chain, I gradually loosened its grip from my belly crease. Through the rear view mirror, the auto driver's eyes gazed back at me like a hawk. The old man's face glistened with a harmless smile. I smiled back as I adjusted my clothes in place. Maybe an accidental peek, I thought.
I reached the parking area of the resort by around six twenty. I paid the auto and slowly walked towards the huge garden filled with exotic plants. It was slightly cloudy today. Maybe it will rain today. I am not a rain person. Not too hot, not too cold. I put my backpack on my shoulder and slowly walked toward the edge of the garden. A small pathway with paved stones, through the middle of the lush green grass guides us to a large stone bench placed purposefully. The west side of the resort had a beautiful view of the silent river. I just stood there calm and relaxed. I took a deep breath. The river usually takes up all the rubbish of the urban. But the resort people somehow manage to keep their shore clean and pleasing. The seductive climate tempted me to smoke after a long gap. The innocent room boy's lean happy facade came to my shameless mind.
As I got out of the hotel room, Dinesh was talking to another room boy, a taller one. The way they paused their conversation upon my entrance and the way the other guy looked at me made me nervous. Dinesh might have been boasting about the epic encounter with his pal. Dinesh ran towards me as I slowly exited the door. He looked all over me like he was seeing me for the first time. The costume is a bit unusual. But I like to wear it, especially at parties. The other guy left the scene.
"Please check the room!" I told him.
"It's okay!" he replied respectfully.
"Empty the waste bin, okay?" I whispered and I slowly moved towards the corner of the narrow corridor.
"Sure, don't worry!" He chuckled bashfully and followed me.
"Okay then!" I smiled back.
I stopped in front of a small lift. Ganesh like a good boy pressed the button for me. We both got inside. He gestured to give him the bag hanging through my shoulder. I closed my eyes in denial. The door closed in front of us.
"So, you are leaving home? Dinesh asked curiously.
"No Dinesh, a small party at The Garden Resort. I will go from there," I replied smiling.
"Oh, okay!" he nodded and looked down.
A moment of silence and he tapped his feet in nervous. I looked back at him. He seemed a lot more innocent than earlier, still dying to make eye contact. Well, not as innocent as he seems. His teeth marks are still visible around my tits. My cushy buns turned red. Fingers marks around my waist and abdomen still struggling to fade. I had a good hard look at his cock just before I turned facing the wall and positioned myself for the grand entrance. Between my bun cheeks, he pushed his long lean fuck toy on his first try. He seemed inexperienced but not his first time for sure. From meager pain to exquisite pleasure, things escalated pretty fast. The storm subsided within minutes. He put the condom all by himself. But he failed to pull it back properly. It stayed inside stuck between my ass cheeks. He was a bit embarrassed. He stood there confused, covering his erection. I reached my hands and pulled the condom from my den. A fresh load of thick creamy semen filled almost a quarter of the rubber. I extended the ruin to him. He gathered it immediately and moved swiftly to the waste bin. A few drops fell on the ceramic floor. I stood there motionless as he fastened his pants and exited the room in a hurry.
Two minutes of nonstop pounding steamed my body but failed to tease my wits. My eyes teared. What am I doing? Am I going back to the old track once again? The dark filthy route I once crawled fought and perished miserably. Am I going to blame Raghav? Is it his fault? Or am I finding a pretext to blame him for the things I do at my will? The truth may be hard to digest. I never left my old footpaths. I never forbade things from happening again and again. It's all my fault. No, not a fault. It's my choice and its obvious consequences. I should learn to embrace them without shame or embarrassment. I am what I am! I should do things that I adore and sometimes it ends well and sometimes it won't. I should not expect someone to guide me assist and hold my hands through all my feeble dilemmas. I took the whole beer in a single swift just before I left the room.
"When will we meet again?" Dinesh with his nervous husky voice mumbled to me.
I looked at him in his twinkling eyes. I paused a second. I leaned towards his face. He was at least an inch taller than me. Pressing my lips on his left cheek, I pecked him. I swiftly turned my head down and smiled. The lift opened wide. I walked towards the reception. Dinesh never got a reply from me. As I exited the hotel's main gate, the boy stood near the valet parking counter, without taking his eyes from me. We won't meet again my timid toad, I told myself as I walked across the auto rickshaw stand.
"Everybody is inside. come on in," Ranjit yelled as I stood hastily outside the corridor of the lounge.
"Yeah, I was just waiting for Martin,". The music from the hall was a bit loud and I had to shout for him to hear.
"Oh, is he coming?" Ranjit asked in surprise.
"Yeah, he texted," I replied.
"Oh!" Ranjit paused in confusion.
"So, he is in contact?" His emotions were unclear but a pinch of strange jealousy.
"NO, not really," I replied the way I rather not continue the topic.
Ranjit chucked. From the other end of the hallway, I saw Chinnu and Jayshankar coming towards us. I was a bit skeptical about others acknowledging me, but not them. A pleasing smile already blooming on the couple's face. After seeing a few cold shoulders, my mind relaxed for the first time.
"Hey, guys!" Chinnu shouted in excitement.
"Hai dear! Hello Jay!" I wished them back.
Chinnu in her blue velvet top looks stunning. Jay, as always fit and fine like a model. One of the many couples in my class whom I suppose are still dating.
"Look at Jaison, where are your bubbly little cheeks," Chinnu pinched my right cheek. I Laughed. We all did.
"Are you on a diet or something?" Jay asked in surprise.
"I am," I replied proudly.
"Oh, that's good, looks better," he as a gym enthusiast appreciated my efforts.
"Let's go inside!" Ranjit said loudly.
"I need to put this bag somewhere," I curled my shoulder and told Ranjit.
"Ya, Geroge already booked rooms for all to get freshened. I think on the 3rd floor, four or five rooms," Nabeen intervened barging onto us.
"Alright! Silvi just went there!" Nabeen added.
"Ok, then, you guys go! I will catch you up," I told them and took a few steps back.
"Ok then, see ya," they all cheered.
I saw Ranjit stand there muddled as the rest of them walked towards the entrance of the party hall. As I slowly moved away from the pact, my eyes caught Kiran talking to another guy not from my class, History may be. He saw me and he nodded to Kiran. Kiran slowly observed me. Our eyes crashed.
"Should I come with you?" Ranjit's voice echoed in my ear.
I turned back in surprise. Ranjit barged towards me.
"No no, please go ahead, I will join soon," I assured.
"OK, turn left and take the elevator!" Ranjit suggested.
I thanked him not by words but through looks. Such a gentleman, so far. He smiled weirdly. I nodded as he slowly walked towards the entrance. I turned back and took a few more steps closer to the spot where Kiran was gawking me. My eyes glittered. His thick beard disappeared and he looked way smart. He was smart and a bit tricky to handle too. I didn't wish him to talk to me. I just wondered whether he would acknowledge to me or not. I slowly walked across him and he did. He smiled, an odd one, but better than deliberate discounting. I was relieved.
Nervous moments passed. I took the elevator, 3rd floor it is. Is it a good idea? I mean it has been two years and I have never attended any of such a gathering ever during college. But here I might face a potential threat that I did not assess correctly. Seeing Kiran made me seriously edgy. He was my classmate and one of my earlier joyous mates in the hostel. I mean he was daring but too selfish. No, no! I am still blaming others. I too am selfish. I did everything for my leverage and pleasure.
Kiran was one of very few guys I began my hardcore stuff. Not like other feeble outings whose names and things I didn't even care about, these are the people who molded me and fueled me and made me into the creature I became, a hostel slut in their words. Their names voice faces figures smells and everything has been deeply engraved in my memory. There is no surprise that when I hear their name the first thing that comes into my mind is what their vanity looked like.
The boys conversed with me for many reasons. The curious, passionate learners, mischievous, broken hearts, desperate, addicts, righteous on one side. The frustrated, egoistic, narcissistic, homophobic, mesogenic pricks on the other. From others, I shortlisted some delicate things that I believe they liked in me, which changed from person to person. Most of them liked me because of my enthusiasm to obey their needs or commands. My commitment to satisfying my partners gave me an edge over my fellow contenders and earned me the infamous title.
My height was at least a few inches shorter than many of my age group. Many liked their bottom to be short, a kind of controlling confidence. I was chubby and my BMI was far away normal. I had soft tawny skin and a hairless body. My male hormones were hibernating during my adolescence. I had a pretty round face. My eyes were big and dark black. I had thin eyebrows. My nose was a bit swollen. I had thick reddish lips. Most kissable as per much feedback. My cheeks were soft. Pimples never left me. They always occupied their place on my bubbly cheeks.
The major portion of my genes is derived from my mom. She was gorgeously bold. My feminine side was a bit too assertive. My voice especially was too soft and tangy. It might have changed a bit from the past. My chest was a bit too crowded. My nipples were large and I had soft and spread areolas around my tits. Whenever I wore t shirts, my chest formed a very decent mound on my chest. Like a cherry on top, just on top of my left man boob, a few inches away from my nipple, there was a small black mole. That black mole had attracted many bees to the hive. I had a fat belly not that large of anything. But I sit, it forms a noticeable bulge under my clothes. My navel was deep and round. Its shape got distorted because of my fat pot, the pothole. My hips were wider than usual which gave an unusually curvy shape for my waist. Now they look better as I lose weight. My thighs were thick and wobbly. My booty was round and proportionate with my body type. The most attractive part of my body as per the most number of comments.
The gains and drawbacks of having an added feminine look and feel usually depend on the way you look at things. I usually dealt with those things light-heartedly and in a playful generous way. The college hostel was not the place where I started my eventful sex life. I had my fair she of experience when I stepped into the college. I had some kind of complacency that things could be under my control after a few days of sorrow at the hostel. Things we getting worse and unimaginably frightening. A divine intervention was needed.
As I walked from one door to another I saw Silvi charging from a room. She dressed very traditionally, not suited for a party. As she saw me she tried to regain her composure. She tried to stop but then she took off with wet eyes dripping tears through her hand. She seemed sad and frustrated. Poor girl, what happened? I was confused. I presumed something sinister and of grave danger. As I walked closer to the room, Jaison Zachariah. Yes, there was another Jaison in my class who might have gained some good level of misfortunes because of the name. He looked at me and smiled lifeless. His eyes were sore too. Of course, the ex-lover's reunion, that's what it is. Nothing to be afraid of. I was relieved.
