by Makusr
She hesitated for a second and then took the pillion seat. As I was in a hurry, I accelerated the bike suddenly. With full force her tender virgin breasts crashed into my back.
“Ouch! Please don’t be so rash Mahesh”, Rita complained as she held me firmly by placing her hand on my shoulder. The twin impact of her soft breasts and softer hand on my shoulder made me ‘hard’ between the thighs. The way however was just a kilometer away and in a jiffy we were there. She pressed my shoulder by her palm and jumped off the bike and rushed into the bus. Rakesh however was grinning ear to ear as I handed him the bike.
“Lucky, you mother fuc***”, his words died down in my ears as I jumped inside the bus and the bus moved away.
The driver had driven the bus quite fast. Soon we reached the dam. The journey had been quite exhilarating and the scenic beauty of the dam was just breathtaking. “Hey look”, “How cute”, “Hold it”, “Great” were some of the epithets that could be heard. The students scattered in small groups to explore different stretches of the vast playground adjoining the dam and to thoroughly enjoy its beauty. I was myself enjoying the scenic beauty and was quite mesmerized by it when a sweet voice jolted me out of my trance. The sweet voice was that of Rita
“Mahesh, will you be my partner?” she seemed restive
“Forever! As long as you wish me to be”, I said in a naughty tone.
“Ha, ha. Don’t be so generous. Just for this game of badminton”, she giggled.
“All right. Let’s do it then”
We must have played the doubles together for an hour or so. In the game we exchanged partners, so that everyone got the chance of playing against everyone else. Playing and keeping the brisk pace exhausted us thoroughly. Being tired I went to stretch myself under the cool shade of a neem tree in a secluded corner. I used my shoes as the pillow to rest my head on. I covered my face with my kerchief. I must have dozed there for half an hour when the sweet voice of Rita woke me up.
“Mahesh, Mahesh. Wake up. Eat something”
“Why Rita? What happened?” I was still sleepy.
“Wake up! Eat something”
“O.K. I’ll wash my face, and then join you”, I said getting up
I went to the wash room to wash my face. As the bladder was full, I took my dick out to piss. It was hard and nearly erect. At that age you really don’t need to do anything to make it hard. It’s always that way and erection is on demand! How much this organ fashion’s the male psyche! Engrossed in my ‘dicky’ thoughts, I zipped up my trousers and returned. Rita was waiting for me.
“Mahesh, let’s eat something. I’ve purchased samosas (Indian patties) and salted chips. Hungry!”
She knew my weakness for samosas. Hot and spicy! I could eat a few of them anytime. How much she cared!
“Thanks Rita. Samosas anytime! They make me hungry. Anytime!” I said digging my teeth into them.
“Why? Thanks Mahesh? No thanks between friends. Why are you sweating?” She said offering her kerchief to me.
“No, No. Rita, I have mine”. I took out my kerchief and wiped my forehead and neck.
I was feeling kind of a strange feeling in her presence. By then I had become rock hard between my thighs. I sat down as standing with the bursting bulge would have looked awkward. You would laugh but I began chanting the name of a teacher (I won’t tell his name though) silently. It was a common saying, in the school that if you took his name, the hardest thing would go limp! We loathed him so much! However, nothing of the sort happened and what went up remained there!
“You enjoyed the game Rita”, I said more to divert my mind than to ask the question.
“Yes Mahesh. Very much! But…”, she hesitated.
“But! But what Rita?”
“A shot you smashed, hit me”, she said with her eyes lowered.
“Hit you! Sorry! Honestly, I didn’t notice it”, I tried to sound as apologetic as I could
“No, No! Doesn’t matter Mahesh”
“Where did it hurt you?” I asked
She pointed towards her body.
“On the waist?”
She jerked her head sideways to mean, no.
“On the stomach?”
She jerked her head sideways again. No!
“Then where?” I was more curious than irritated.
She took her eyes away from me. Then looking at the ground, with the right hand she touched her breasts, “Here!” She was hardly audible.
I skipped a heart beat! The pressure between the thighs had become unbearable. I didn’t know what to say or do. I had never expected this answer from Rita. The words and their meaning took time to sink in, but when they did, they made me naughty.
“Is it still paining Rita?” This was more of an enjoyment than a concern.
“A bit”, her eyes were still down.
“Let me rub it Rita. You’ll feel better!” I said smiling.
“Mahesh, don’t be naughty! I know your species!” She too giggled.
“Honestly Rita! I want to help you. I am going behind the wash-rooms there. It’s quite secluded out there”, I said smiling and pointing towards the wash-rooms at the far corner.
She moved up her head looked at me and smiled
“We could do it there!” I said staring at her.
She glanced around us and after seeing nobody there she smiled and whispered.
O.K. I’ll go. You also come after few minutes. Don’t come immediately! Right”
“Right!” I was more than overjoyed.
A few seconds later she got up and proceeded towards the wash-rooms. My heart was pounding fast but not as much as my ‘hard-on’ was throbbing. It had become in fact wet! Though it was hard to hold myself there, yet I let 5 to 10 minutes to pass before I too moved in that direction. But what! Stupid girl! She was standing there, near the wash-rooms. Giggling, with her face covered by her hand, she rushed towards me on seeing me coming in that direction. I gestured her to go behind the rooms, but she came towards me and kept on giggling.
“What?” I asked her
She said nothing. Just kept on giggling and pointing towards the backside of the rooms. I couldn’t understand anything.
“Whaat!” I whispered in an irritated tone.
“Go and see! ‘Ever ready’. That’s what!”
She hid her face again in the kerchief and kept on giggling, by now uncontrollably. Still unable to understand anything I proceeded to find out what was behind those wash-rooms that made her giggle so much. What! ‘Ever ready’ was there. And guess who was with her. Mr. Singh! Of all the people! We all knew that Mr. Singh was handsome, smart, quite fit and in his late twenties. We also knew that he was liked by many female teachers as well as the girls. But to be probed by him! After all he was a teacher. But ‘Ever ready’ was like that. Her real name was Nisha. She was rumored to have ‘made it’ with many boys. That’s why she had earned the sobriquet, ‘Ever ready’. She had absolutely no qualms in being known as such. But to do that with a teacher! Ultimate! And, there she was! 2 to 3 buttons of her shirt open. She was standing there, her back to the drain pipe on the wall. She was holding the drain-pipe by her hands, above her head. Singh’s hands explored her all over. While his lips were locked on hers, his hands were busy inside her shirt and the skirt. He was massaging and squeezing her and he probed her all over. She grimaced whenever he became harsh on her. Leaving them to pursue their ’goal’, I slipped away from the scene, without being noticed, as they were too busy to notice me. Rita was standing there in front of the wash-rooms. Blushing and grinning ear to ear. We talked as we walked away from the wash-rooms.
“See, where the world is moving and where we are standing!” I said as I winked at her.
She couldn’t stop her giggles and her face had turned crimson.
“O.K. We’ll finish the pending work in the bus! Keep a seat vacant for me there”, I winked again.
She jutted out her tongue and ran away teasing me. I had no intention of going back for the
show again. So I proceeded towards the group.
It had become by the time we moved out of the lovely park and the play-ground near the dam. All 30 of us and Mr. Singh too. I had counted everybody and made sure that nobody was left behind. I smiled as Rita came in and winked at her. She smiled back and winked at me. After everyone had taken their seat I counted the group again. I did not want the incident of the morning to be repeated again. I stood at the door as the bus moved. Everybody was tired. As the cool air of A.C. comforted the passengers, they felt relaxed and stretched on their seats.
She was sitting there. On the last seat. Her bag was on the seat beside her. As I reached near her, she smiled at me. She picked up her bag and kept it down near her legs. She had kept the seat vacant for me. She kept looking at me. Piercing looks! Looks that tell what they feel. Very strange but extremely soothing at the same time! I slipped on the seat beside her. The bulbs had been switched off inside the bus as it gathered speed. In the darkness we could only make out the faint figures of students sitting on the seats. Being exhausted most of them had drifted into sleep.
Not all! And, certainly not the two of them. Rita and Mahesh. Sleep was miles away from us. After a few minutes I found her head resting on my shoulder. In a minute or two her body was pressing against mine. She had fully reclined on me. Now it was my turn to set the ball rolling. I nudged her breasts slowly by my elbow. Nothing happened. Emboldened, I brushed them heavily by my forearm. She let out a sigh and shuffled a bit in her seat. I slipped my palms on her thighs and rested it there. Her breathing had become labored by then. Her palm moved over mine and pressed it. I was quite ecstatic. I had an extreme ‘hard-on’ by then. The signal had been given and its execution had been literally left in my hands. I inched my fingers towards her shirt buttons and a few seconds later I was exploring the soft inside terrain. So firm, yet so fast. Nudges gave way to presses and brushing to pinching now and then. Her spongy lobes of excitement were a game in my hands. She was moaning, sighing and no-noing softly. When I pinched her nipples she would jump on her seat and pinch me on my biceps in turn. The heat of our lust and excitement was becoming unbearable. Slowly I unzipped my chain and released my ‘hard-on’. It was throbbing and salivating at the thought of the lovely treat beside. Slowly but firmly I cupped her palm and placed it on my ‘hard-on’. Immediately she withdrew her hand away and shifted towards the window. Was she angry? I didn’t know! I also withdrew my hand away from the soft treat. We must have sat there like that for about 5 minutes when her head rested at my shoulder again. I sat there motionless. Slowly her hand over mine took it and placed it on her breasts and pressed it lightly. What other signals can a girl give! But she gave! The other palm slowly slid down my thighs and kept on moving till they reached my ‘hard-on’. And, then she cupped it and squeezed it. Probably she didn’t know what to do with the prize she held!
“It’s throbbing. I can feel the heart-beat”, she whispered in my ear
I put my finger, immediately on her lips, to caution her against making any sound. In the stillness of the sound what may become audible was uncertain. But did she say heart-beat? God! A smile came on my lips. But the next moment I assumed the role of a teacher by holding her palm in mine and sliding it up and down on my ‘hard-on’. It had become wet with pleasure. Having taught her I resumed my unfinished work on her lobes of pleasure. Rubbing, pressing, squeezing, and pinching. Not exactly in that order maybe. But who cared about that in a situation I was in. She had also proved to be a good pupil. Like an expert she was working on my ‘hard-on’, squeezing it time to time. Suddenly I exploded in her hand, and, shot a spurt on the back of the seat in front of us. She withdrew her hand immediately away, not knowing what to do in the situation. I too left the lovely piece of work I was engaged in, as my condition required the full attention of my hands. With the help of the kerchief I wiped and cleaned myself dry. Then I showed the limping ‘hard-on’ its place safely inside. Rita had also moved towards the window all buttoned up. In about half an hour we reached the school premises. We were thoroughly tired. Boys and girls leisurely alighted from the bus and stood in a group. The girls then moved to their hostel chaperoned by Mr. Singh. We, the boys moved to our hostel after having waved and bid the girls good night. I can’t forget the smile Rita had on her lips, to this day. I winked at her and she returned the compliment lovingly. Thoroughly tired I dozed off as soon as I hit the bed.
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Never in my life had I been so eager and excited to go to the school as I had been that day! I had found a purpose and a friend. What else a person needs apart from these two things? I was eager and excited to meet her but what I got was just a glimpse of her in the morning assembly. As I was the Head Boy of the school, I conducted the morning assembly. Four periods of study seemed so long that it became an eon. The interval bell sounded like music to my ears. As soon as the teacher left the class I rushed towards her class. She wasn’t there! Where had she gone? Stupid! She should have waited for me had she wanted to meet me. But, what if she didn’t! My heart skipped a beat No, No! She might have gone to the toilet, or to Henry’s. Yes, Yes! It should be Henry’s. Henry used to sell patties, pastries and other condiments at the space below the staircase. To teachers, he used to sell tea also. Students thronged around him in the interval. It was my favorite place too. Boys however, assembled there for one more reason. To have the glimpse of the girl’s panties as they climbed upstairs. The staircase curved above. As the girls ascended that curve, boys got their treat! It was called PD or ‘Panty Darshan’ place in Hindi. Boys did their PHD there. ‘Panty’s Hot Darshan’! There she was! Standing on the top floor, holding the railing and looking down. She smiled at me as I looked up. I waved at her. In return she smiled, opened her palm and then closed it.
I went up so fast the stairs that I would have created a world record if there was one to be created. I was quite breathless by the time I reached there. Her smile changed to light laughter as she arranged the crease of her skirt. Nervous! Her tie was loose at the neck, with collar buttons opened. She had worn the skirt elegantly and her shirt was neatly and tightly tucked in. That made her breasts more prominent. Her legs were covered in stockings. Her shapely fair hands were visible. She had a kerchief in her hand which she shifted continuously between her hands. Her hair was neatly arranged in a pony tail. At front they fell on her forehead covering it in a nice style which was called ‘Sadhna Cut”. I stood there looking at her without speaking anything. It was her soft laughter which broke my trance.
“HI Rita! How are you. Why here?” I mumbled.
“Nothing. Just like that. Nothing important. And you?” she replied in hushed tone.
“Yes, me! Just like that. I came to Henry’s”, I lied
But then she was also not speaking the truth. She had certainly come there for me as I had for her. This was not the place to spend your interval. A door opened to the roof from here, where all the old and broken furniture were stacked. But, a good place to talk! She muttered something, but I couldn’t hear her. She was speaking in low voice.
“Rita, what? I couldn’t hear it”, I said as I leaned towards her.
“Nothing. Leave it. Not that important”, she stepped back a bit.
“No, No. Tell me. It’s important for me. Anything you say is important for me!”
“I, I… Mahesh! I couldn’t sleep well last night”, she said with her head bowed down.
“Why? What happened?” I was worried.
“It. It pained a lot!” Her face had turned crimson as she pointed towards her breasts.
“Oh that!” I sighed in relief, ”But, Rita I enjoyed a lot”, I said mischievously.
She grimaced and began sliding her palms on the railing, giving furtive glances to me. I stepped forward and pressed her toes with mine.
“Ouch! It hurts!” She pushed me away.
“O.K. Rita you tell me one thing. You also enjoyed it, no! Tell me…” I said as I gently rubbed h
er calf muscle with my shoes.
“Enjoyed my foot! Not a bit! Not even a single bit!” She giggled. Brushing her breasts heavily against my arm she ran away down the stairs away from me.
I stood watching her move away till she disappeared away from my sight. Ringing of the bell announcing the fifth period interfered with my thoughts and I moved to my class.
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Next day was the poetry competition. It was to be held in my school after the school hours. It was an Inter College poetry competition. Writing poetry was a hobby very dear to me. Maybe genes had something to do with it. My mother was a good writer. She wrote short stories and poems. She had never published it though. My father disliked such activities. According to him writing was a sheer wastage of time. He was of the opinion that anyone who desired to be somebody in his life should always keep away from such activities. Anyway, my sister and I had inherited it from my mother. I had written two poems for the competition. One for Rita and the other one for myself. She had asked me to write one for her. The topic was, ‘Caste and the Indian Society’. I had written a serious one for Rita which jelled with the topic. For myself, I had written a funny one. Though I was competing in it, I wanted Rita to get the prize. It was just an hour to the competition. Suddenly her voice startled me. She was sobbing.
“Mahesh, I won’t be able to recite this poem”, she said between her sobs.
“Why? What has happened to you? At the eleventh hour!” I was more irritated than furious.
“It’s very emotional! Why did you make them die in the end”, she had calmed down by now.
“Rita This happens in stories. It’s just a story. Don’t vex yourself so much” I tried to sooth her.
“I fear! They may not be us!” She said as she moved away.
I was shocked. Yes, it was true. Rita and I also belonged to different castes. What if…?
“Rita Dubey, class ninth, D.P. Public school”, her name was being announced on the public address system. The loud voice broke my thoughts and brought me back to the poetry competition. There was clapping all around as she ascended the dais. Her voice filled the auditorium.