Hello, I am Rudra and I live somewhere in India. This is a true story. All comments and critics are welcome.
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This story dates back to the time when I was in 18 and standard 10. I was often referred to be rude and arrogant, among the people who lived in my building. And arrogant I was. Probably it was due to the fact that my DAD was a very well known lawyer and still is.
I was a stud back in my school days. I was known in my friend circle as a guy who loved cars. Truly, I was never in love until then. Yes, I did have a few affairs but none them had anything to do with me being in love.
But all this changed. There was an aunt in our building. Her name was ISHITA MUKHERJEE(changed name). She moved to our building a year before the incident. Let me describe her. She was in her late thirties. She was quite slim and had an excellent butt. Her vital stats were 34C-27-39. One day after I had returned from school I was introduced to her by my mom. I met her cordially as I was supposed to. She asked me how I was and other blab la blah... She left soon after. I asked my mom who this lady was? She told that that she was nice woman. She often was very bored since her husband was traveling all the while. So, she dropped in for a chat and a cup of tea.
Days passed by, her visits were becoming quite frequent. Though, that had nothing to do with me. Yes, we exchanged smiles whenever we met.
It was in the month of October. There was this festival going on. As every year, I mom forced me to perform. I was supposed to sing a few songs. I was lead singer of my band, with my friends playing the instruments. Mom suggested that we include Ishita as she was a good keyboard player. I protested with her idea but all of it was in vain. I had to agree to my mom's demands. I agreed and invited her to our rehearsals.
She was soft spoken and did not try to show her superiority. We soon became friends. We performed. She often called me to her house for a cup of tea. We chatted about the happenings. Our friendship was growing fast. She once asked me whether I had a girlfriend. She was bit surprised at my negative answer. She would often ask me whether she was boring me? She said she was very lonely and hardly had any friends to talk to. From the time I knew her had changed a lot. Earlier when I visited her house she was always dressed in either a saree or a salwar kameez (it is quite similar to a shirt and pant). But now she was often in a nigh tie. Probably this was a result of our close friendship. Anyways, I must confess I was getting attracted. I often used to jerk off thinking about her.