I'm Vanshika, fair-skinned South Indian, just-wedded woman of 24. This story narrates how I lost my virginity to a senior, when I was in college.
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It had been a month since my husband went to the Middle East. He was an incorrigible workaholic and the only time we ever had physical intimacy was on the night of my marriage. The whole thing was like a paper tickling my pussy. He was a virgin. You'd think, for a virgin, he'd at least be enthused to do the whole thing. Turns out he just wanted to get out with it. And he did, literally. In 2 minutes. Two. Freaking. Minutes. I knew my marriage was over. He flew off to Riyadh the next week. Although he never put it verbally, I knew all he wanted was to be promoted to the "Manager" position. Sometimes, I pity him for being such an asexual being. The only time he talked to me was the small talk he made before his folks. "Take care of yourself." Yeah, I'll take care of myself, asshole! I've been doing it for at least 15 years now.
Honestly, I'd been banged better. My ex-boyfriend Justin Bharath was a stud-stallion. He'd just fuck the shit out of me. Well, he wasn't so much of a boyfriend, though he teased the whole idea of having a relationship with me for quite some time. I'd as well say I was the glue holding us together, because the guy just couldn't keep his pants on. Not too much of his fault either. He was one of those incorrigible fucking machines. He was very upfront about it when we started on this "relationship" journey, but you couldn't blame me for trying. Now, more than ever, I feel I should have married him. But that's just a whole daydream, considering all the horrendous bullshit we'd have to go through in our families. I was a Brahmin girl and he was a non-practicing Protestant. There you go. The word "non-practicing" is good enough for my family to win their debate.
Though I entered my college as a timid freshman, at the end of my first day I was tired of having many boys ogle at me. Not at my face. I was fairly proud of my big, soft mounds of 32D bosom I was endowed with. And I was not wearing conservative clothes. Tank tops and a pair of jeans had put my curvilinear form on show. I was 5'6", decently tall and had the fair, clear flawless skin of a refined young woman. Nevertheless, I didn't have any difficulty coping with the spectators because the boys looked at almost every girl in the college like a pack of rabid wolves ready to lunge on their prey, but were restrained by a leash. I've never dressed conservatively since 15. I never felt comfortable in conservative clothing. Don't get me started on the double standard in women's "dress code".
On the fifth day of college, for our Mechanical Workshop practice, we had the senior guys demonstrating and helping us out on our carpentry chores. Why women had to do workshop practice is a whole other debate, but my life took a different turn on that day. I was assigned Vinoth, who happens to be Justin's friend (just like every other jock in the department, considering the department was very small, with about 20-25 students, all male. Hypersexual, aggressive and sporting tough masculine faces).
They were all alike: Vinoth, Bala, Karthi, Michael and Justin. All third-years. This was the clique anyway - the tight-knit group which knew of all of their combined exploits. Other guys were friendly with this clique, but they exercised their preset limits.
On the other end of the long worktable, stood the muscular, firm frame of the "Man of the College". The first impression one would get on seeing him was completely obvious: rude, foul-mouthed, drunken reveler who had sex romps for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I was already aware of his exploits from our bathroom gossip. Turns out, I was half-right.
He had banged the whole college. Freshmen girls, sophomores, juniors, seniors, and the faculty (only the attractive ones, though). He had the reputation of doing every virgin girl as soon as one joined the college. Kind of like taking the label off the girl and planting his flag. Pun intended. He was a beastly machine. All he ever did was fuck. Needless to say, he was a mechanical engineering student.
Some boys were very jealous of him. It was usually the nerdy guys, like my husband. He was a shot put champion and won every major athletic event in college. He wasn't a fitness freak, as in he never tried too hard. He was a natural jock. He was not so bright in his studies, but he wasn't dumb like "Flash" Thompson from Spider-Man. He was an average student. He was an able jock who handles the grades and women well.
6'2", having the complexion of a dark chocolate, and built like a linebacker, he cut an intimidating figure as he walked the college hallways. The circumference of his upper arm was roughly the same as the circumference of my neck. I wondered which girl, let alone the outside world, had the stamina to match his prowess, which was evident from the moment I saw him. For a moment, I pitied them as I visualized them writhing and convulsing in pleasure and pain as he plunged his manhood into their clits. A tinge of jealousy tried to surmount my pity.
I'd wonder how never got tired of doing the same thing again and again. Physically, it's possible for a guy like him to bang three times a day and keep his libido alive till 45 or 50, but I never understood how he never got bored. The difference, I heard, between him and the other douchebags that rape women is he never forces anyone. He seduces them (with his eyes of course!) and he waits till they're receptive of his endeavor. He never pursues a girl unless she shows an interest in him. There has never been a complaint of harassment against him. (Although the girls complained of sore pussies and weak legs to each other.) Sex with Justin was like a rite of passage for all the girls in the college. You get better in sexual life after that. Even his friends' girlfriends were initiated by him before they went on to become their girlfriends. I know I am overly descriptive of him, but he really was the sensational guy in college.
Vinoth snapped me out of my reverie, saying "Hello!" in a singsong, but nonetheless macho voice.
"Shall we get started?" he said.
"Of course, I was just.."
"I know, even the professors couldn't take their eyes off him." he finished.
"Listen, don't presume to know or tell what I am thinking." I snapped.
"I've heard that a lot before. The next thing that'll happen is you losing your virginity to him. Tonight or tomorrow." he said. "Oh, Justin. Yeahhhh, fuck me hard", he feigned a female voice.
"What if I'm not a virgin?" I retorted.
"PUH-leezz. Your face screams 'Bang me! I'm a virgin'. He likes his muffins fresh. He holds the record of planting his flagpole on all first-years around here, almost all of them virgins. He'd do you even if you're not a virgin." he said and sniggered, gesturing 'big boobs' with his hands.
"You are disgusting! And so is your friend." I said, contempt rising in my voice and face.
"Thanks!" his eyes twinkled. "You need to hoist those trunks on the table so I can drill the hole."
"Will you stop it with the gestures and innuendos?"
"I mean the trunks of wood", he pointed to the large fresh piece of wood that lay on the end of the table.
"Oh."
I was a bit embarrassed. No wonder these guys get laid every day.
"I'm Vinoth, by the way."
"Vanshika."
"Cute name."
"Thanks," I said without any expression.
I was eyeing Justin the whole period; now that Vinoth already knew, I kind of felt uninhibited. Not once, was this reciprocated. He was busy with Neha showing her the marvels of carpentry. They had a few laughs and his voice fell like a thud in a room filled with sounds of grating and chopping of wood.
The bell tolled and we all dashed out like school children relieved to end the school day. I could see Neha flirting with Justin, but he didn't look very interested in her. He was non-committal and barely responsive. As soon as I walked past him, he sneaked a quick glance at me. When I caught him looking, he waved and smiled at me as if he had known me for long. I feigned a grimace and scuttled to the entrance of my dormitory.
That night, before I went to bed I received a text from an unidentified sender. "Hey there."
I ignored the call that came almost immediately from the same number.
A text followed, "Meet me tomorrow at the cafeteria at 4. - Justin Bharath".
Of course, he got my number. I knew that second I was gonna be one of his "scores". I felt a confusion of feelings. Horny, afraid and helpless. Not in that order, though. One way or the other, I knew I'm gonna say goodbye to my virginity. I didn't know what to reply. I threw my phone on the nightstand and went to bed.
