Being a virgin at 25 they say is a myth, and it couldn't be truer for me. For every time I recollect my 25th birthday, it confuses me whether that encounter took my virginity away or my integrity. I am a fairly average guy standing at 5' 8" with a wheatish complexion, dark hair and a slim body. My shy nature never won me any luck with the fairer sex, and so far the closest I have been to a girl is hugging my friends. My only wish for my 25th birthday was to find a girl and settle down with her. Mind you, I am not the one night stand type of a guy; I am what they call a simpleton. However, fate had something else planned for my quarter life anniversary.
I was living in Mumbai at that time due to my professional commitments although I hail from a small town of Baroda. As usual I took my train at 9 pm to Borivali which is where I lived. I had to work on my birthday unfortunately. It is a rush hour and I was hoping to reach home soon as the plan was to buy myself a drink and watch my favorite movie. The birthday celebrations were planned for the weekend as nobody in this busy city has time on a Wednesday to spare. I was going to shag of course.
The train was half way through and reached Goregaon station where another rush of passengers got on board. I suddenly felt a sharp elbow in my back at which I turned around and screamed. I was surprised to see a woman instead of the usual suspects in such a situation and my anger quickly dissipated. She might have been in her late twenties and was with who I assumed to be her father. I have never understood why people would bring women in the general bogeys at rush hour given how easy it is to molest in such a crowd.
I was facing her now and she was covering her assets well. I thought maybe this is my birthday gift, I could actually feel a woman close to me. I was so happy on the inside. I took a few moments to check her out. Not that if she weren't up to the standards I would not try to feel her, but just for the sake of what can be called foreplay in such a situation, a tease before the action. She was 5' 4" at most with a fair complexion, medium sized breasts (I could never understand the sizes) and a fairly toned body. I could tell she did some sort of work out as she had some strength fending off people around her. But her smile was what got me drooling. I don't know how she managed to smile in such a situation where so many men around her would attempt at feeling her up. She was wearing a red T-shirt and jeans with sports shoes, very tom-boyish attire and her hair were straight shoulder length with a red hair band.
She turned away from me as Borivali station was arriving and I saw my chance.
There was enough crowd behind me pushing and I managed to bump into her back which she could no longer protect. I was obviously hard and it would have been impossible for her to not feel my bump through my cotton trousers. I pressed harder and the blood was flowing crazy through my veins at this stage. As soon as we were to alight, I saw my chance and swung my hands in front to feel her breasts. I thought I was the luckiest guy when I could actually hold her breasts for what felt like a whole minute. She tried to push my hand away and as soon as we alighted, I fled in the opposite direction for the fear of getting caught.
On my way home I couldn't stop smiling at the same time wanting more of that perfect breast in my hands. So soft and comforting it was, I could play with it my whole life was my bet to myself.
I was about to turn to my lane when something happened which took my smile away in an instant and the bubble of my beautiful fantasy world was rudely burst. I saw two women in front of me and one I could immediately recognize as the one from the train. Blood was flushed from my face and I felt my hands and legs numb with fear. I wanted to run but I couldn't. I have no idea how they found me and I simply didn't want to be arrested although I know I committed a sin.
"What's your name?" asked the other girl with a firm voice and I could sense some anger in it.
"Jignesh" I replied with a dry throat.
She clicked my photo from her phone.
"Come with us if you want to avoid going to jail" she said. I looked at the girl from the train with some hope and I could find none.
She had my photo and she could easily report me to the cops so the best plan of action was to follow what they say and maybe I will be spared with a warning of some sort. I would have taken a slap or two if the cops were avoided.
I followed them for about 10 minutes before reaching a small lane which showcased 3 row houses. They entered the last one where the lane ended. I didn't see another choice and followed. I was hoping they don't have strong and well built brothers or friends who would happily beat the daylight out of me.
As I entered, I was surprised to find it empty. I was a bit relieved that I won't be beaten black and blue by some thugs, but girls these days are capable of the same. I was not giving any false hopes to myself as I knew I was in a bad situation.
"I hope you enjoyed molesting me in the train, as that was the last time you will ever enjoy a woman's feel" said the girl from the train with such a sharp voice that it hit me real hard.
I went on my knees "I beg your pardon, it is my birthday and I couldn't resist. I know I did wrong, please forgive me"
"It is men like you who think our bodies are just for fun that makes it hard for us to breathe in our own skin. You demean us with your filthy touch but now you shall feel worse"
I was shaking, tears of guilt and terror both ran down my cheeks. I had my hands over my eyes as I silently wept, that's when I felt a hit on my head. I fell forward and hit the ground.
I woke up with my face down lying on the floor, hands tied at my back and mouth was gagged. The second girl was holding my legs. She was stronger and taller at 5' 9" with a dark complexion and a well built body. I could tell she was like the body guard of the girl I met in the train. I guess she was the one to hit me on my head which was still throbbing from the impact. I heard them converse a bit, I could figure that the girl from the train was Riya and her friend was Ruchika.
"Stay down and don't move if you don't want to be hit again" said Ruchika matter of factly.
I was hoping in my heart that they wouldn't chop off my tool which is what any man fears the most. I didn't know what to expect as I lay in that compromised and vulnerable position. I felt something cold and metal like near my neck. I tried to move my head to see but couldn't. It sounded like a scissor and soon I knew it was cutting through my clothes. I was bared backed as the cold air hit my spine. The scissors didn't stop and soon it had cut off my belt and working on my trousers.