This is the story of how I was gradually pulled into promiscuity from an otherwise normal life due to certain sequence of events.
I'm Shikha and this story begins back when I was in school and eighteen years of age. I was in my twelfth standard and I was always good at studies. I had not had a boyfriend or any relationships until then. I had a lot of friends at school, but somehow, I never had a relationship or hook ups with anyone by then. There was this boy that I barely had an acquaintance with, and we used to talk seldom, at best. However, as time progressed, we talked a bit every now and then in class and exchanged numbers, however, everything was still just on a friendship-only level.
Then, I clearly remember even now, that it was out of the blue that this boy (we will call him Ravi), contacted me and asked me to meet him in the evening. Out of innocence, I imagined that it would just be a regular hangout, however, at the back of my mind I could sense by the nervousness in Ravi's voice that it could be a bit odd. Anyway, Ravi came to meet me, later that day, in the evening. He directly started by telling me that he was fond of me and that he loved me. I was surprised and at first, I didn't know how to respond. However, as I had never experienced any relationship previously, my mind told me not to say no instantly. I told Ravi that I needed time to think and that was how we parted ways that evening.
We stayed in contact and Ravi tried asking me after a couple of days regarding what I had decided on his proposal. I tried delaying it as much as I could and so this continued for almost a week. I wasn't already attracted towards Ravi, however, based on the limited conversations that I had with him, and the way how he handled himself in class, I knew a couple of things for certain. I knew that he was a nice guy for starters, however, also that he wasn't really much interested into studies and would more often than not be the one of the guys to be shoved out of class for not completing homework, talking in class or any other such silly reasons.
Ravi was one of the popular guys in class, but for all the wrong reasons. Although he wasn't interested in studies, talk or laugh in class during sessions, be busy gazing out of the window etc, but otherwise being very intelligent and smart. But he wasn't the "bad guys" group, he was a nice and kind guy. After having procrastinating the decision for more than a week, after being pestered for a response, I finally accepted his proposal. He was on the highest cloud level possible and from that point onward, he would wink at me at school etc and we used to talk a lot at school and also on the phone, once we both were at our homes.
Our relationship went great and we sometimes used to walk back home together from school to spend some time together. We used to discuss every detail in the daily chitchats that are necessary to build a relationship from scratch. This same routine continued for a while until Ravi started talking about how he wanted to get to kiss me. I was very innocent and immature back then and we had almost no physical contact back then. After delaying it for a couple of months, we had our first kiss and from that point onward, he used to try to put his hand on my skirt while in class, whenever we used to get the chance to sit together. I was still not ready for all that, so I used to stop his advances. He did get upset due to that, but out of love, he always decided to control him and his frustration.
As time progressed with nothing more than the occasional kiss and slight touching sometimes when no one was looking, it was still a wonderful time we had. We both completed our schooling and it was time to take admission in a college for further studies. It was a welcome relief to get rid of the school dresses and the normal school routine. I was especially happy with that, as I could now wear different outfits and dresses as I pleased, and wasn't confined to the cage of a school dress. We both got admitted to our respective colleges and life transgressed into the college atmosphere and culture.
It was at this time, that I grew fond of wearing tight tops, jeans, skirts and dresses more often than before. Out of the lot, skirts, dresses and outfits were my most favourite. I had always been slim and enjoyed a good figure, almost close to perfect, if I do say so myself. Due to this, whenever I would wear a figure hugging (body con) dress, I couldn't help but notice more than just a couple of eyeballs trying to get a glimpse of me, albeit discreetly. This led to boys and sometimes even girls linking my name with that of another boy at college and teasing us both about it. This kind of attention is very attractive and while I tried to avoid it, some attention is never turned down by a young, attractive girl.
This new found attraction, linkups with other boys and attention, however, did not turn well with my boyfriend Ravi. I was forthcoming in telling him about any such new occurrences, however, I could feel him getting increasingly jealous and angry due to it. We had our usual fights using that and I would ask him not to become so jealous, upset, insecure and angry about this and that I was always avoiding such situations anyway. But he continued with his same response to this and slowly started trying to restrict me from hanging out with friends and wearing certain clothes. I told him that it wasn't right of him to do that and eventually we both grew habitual to it.