(This is based on a true story)
I'm from a small Midwestern town. One of those towns out of a Norman Rockwell print. I loved growing up in a small town where everyone knew each other, the friendly people, freshly cut lawns, and the loudest thing in the summer was a barking dog.
My family lived in an upper middle-class neighborhood on the outskirts. We were one of four Indian families in the town. I was raised to be responsible, successful, and self-reliant, like most Indian men are taught to be since childhood. I aced all my exams, was captain of the soccer team, and I got into MIT for engineering. My family was incredibly proud of me. My family name was honored by my achievements.
There was one girl in my high school with whom I was in love with since grade school. Her name was Casey. She was 5'2," she had this long shimmering straight golden blonde hair, crystal innocent blue eyes and she had these cute freckles on her nose. I always respected her, but as I got older, I absolutely had this animal lust for her. She had these huge orb-like boobs which busted out every time she walked, and her legs were beautifully tanned and she had a great ass.
Surprisingly, she never really went out with too many people. Never steady. She was a hard worker, but she never could break into the straight-A range, like the rest of us. She never really paid attention to me. I felt like stole glances at me once in a while. Any time she had a question, she would let her long blonde hair fall on my face and I would just melt. We remained friends, and there was a mutual respect between us. I never had the guts to ask her out, and I wasn't sure how a redneck cop father would take it if an Indian man was seeing his daughter. Besides that, my parents would never approve themselves. They would want me to date a suitable Indian girl. So, I never seized the moment and asked her out.
May came, the parties were one big blur, and one fine evening, we graduated. I was Salutatorian. I gave a decent speech. Casey would be graduating next year, but I caught sight of her smiling at me as I gave my speech.
After the ceremony, she came up to me and congratulated me on a fine speech. She gave me this nice hug--her boobs crushed into my chest, and I felt her nipples get rock-hard. "Kamal, you better keep in touch with me. Who's gonna help me with my math homework?" she exclaimed. I reassured her "Casey, I'll do whatever I can to help you when I get a chance." Casey's father gave me a glare. He reeked of "don't even think of it...." We exchanged addresses and parted.
I didn't see her the entire summer and I went through my first hellish semester at MIT in the Fall. I went to get my mail at the campus post-office. Wow, what a surprise! Casey had sent me a letter.
"Dear Kamal,
You never wrote to me as you promised. I hope you like it at MIT. It must be a killer. I'm doing fine here. School is great. It's been pretty tough, I broke up with my boyfriend, and Calculus is kicking my butt. Hopefully, I can enjoy my senior year soon.
Please call me when you get a chance. It's very important.
Casey"
Wow. I wonder what she wanted? I thought it'd be better to wait to call her. I didn't want to seem like a desperado. God, how I regretted not making a move on her earlier! I didn't give a shit about her dad anymore...
I called Casey a week later, and her father picked up the phone. "Sorry Kamal, Casey's out with her boyfriend. Don't know when she'll be back. I'll tell her you called." Asshole. Like hell he'll give her the message. And, I knew she had broken up with her boyfriend, or did she want me to believe that? Hmmmm.
I tried calling her several times during the week, and her father picked up, and I immediately hung up. When the hell could I talk to her? I had to get through. Finally, I got through to her and she berated me for not calling her sooner. "Kamal, why didn't you call sooner?" I replied "Well, someone in your house isn't handing you my messages."
"Oh God, my dad is such a narrow-minded redneck idiot. No wonder my mom left him. Kamal, my dad respects you, but he doesn't want us to even be friends."
"Well Casey, I kinda figured that. Anyway, what did you want?"
"To say hello, and I also needed your help with Calc. The AP exam is coming up two weeks after Christmas, and I need to get a 5 on it. Think you could tutor an old friend? I'll even pay you."
I was flushed with excitement. "Forget about payment. I'll help you with whatever you need. I have a long break. I'll be home until February, so I'd be more than happy to help you. It'll be great to see you again Casey"
