My classmate [Part 3]

She was classmate in the university. Now she has become a faculty there. I went to meet her and she invited me to her home for dinner. What ensued is a lot more filling than dinner.
Read on…

Feeling elated, she slowly undid her blouse. Watching at her, I realized that pressure in my pants was building up. I asked her, ‘You were not this daring then’. She retorted, ‘I am always better than you in these matters. Remember who asked first for a coffee? Who wanted to go to the movies? Who wrote the first letter?’ I had to accept. I was really dumb.

‘Then why didn’t you get married?’

‘I didn’t get the right person. Will you marry me?’

In fact, I had no objection. But one thing was still on my mind…did she fuck anybody?

She stopped playing with her boobs for me, and sat beside me. ‘Let me be frank, Anand. I am still a virgin. My PhD guide did try to have a go with me, but I resisted. All he could do was suck my tits and pat my pussy…’ Her ‘easy’ language stunned me….

She continued, ‘You see, this is all in the game. I wanted my doctorate and he wanted me. But I am the least used girl. My other friends had to sleep with their supervisors to get the degree’.

I said, ‘I had heard stories of this kind, but I now know they are for real’.
‘Yes, of course, they are true. All male pigs wait to take advantage of helplessness. Bastards!’ She was emotional.
I felt bad for her. I pulled her close to me and patted her back, consolingly. She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. ‘Will you marry me, Anand? Er…if you have no commitments elsewhere, that is’.

I really had nothing. I said, ‘yes, I will’. She was joyous. She kissed me again and this time, my hands moved down to her buttocks and started pressing.
She pushed me and stepped back. She slowly removed her sari and stood in her blouse and petticoat. ‘You can take what you have wanted when we were students’ she declared, standing with her hands on her slim hips.

I felt my dick hardening again. I walked to her and held her huge boobs in my hands. ‘Now, now, you don’t have to tear my blouse, dear. Do you know how to unbutton it?’ she is having fun with me.

I fumbled with the buttons; she laughed and helped me in unbuttoning her blouse. I was mesmerized looking at the while globes that popped out. Wow….are they for real? I remembered Pamela Anderson. I could not wait and I reached them at once. I passed my palms over them and she watched how I did. ‘You had to wait for ten years to reach this stage, ha ha ha’ she laughed at my dumbness.
I was too engaged to react. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. She squealed. ‘Hey, gentle. They are not for eating. Suck softly’, she held my head softly and pressed to her bosom.

After some time, I am done with her boobs. I lifted my head. ‘Satisfied?’ she enquired. I smiled shyly. ‘mmm, this is the innocence I fell for, darling. I can wait ten more years for you. Marry me or not, I don’t bother. Now I am all yours. Take whatever you want. Do whatever you want’, she slowly undid her petticoat and let it fall to her feet.

I was stunned again looking at her now completely naked body. Her beautiful shape was enhanced by soft curves. Her pussy was neatly shaven. I slowly began to undress.
We spent the next two hours making love. She wanted to my sperm released in her womb. I, after a vigorous fucking exercise for half an hour, shot my semen in installments into her waiting pussy.
As we lay, spent, exhausted, she said, ‘Anand, isn’t his lovely? Meeting after ten long years unexpectedly and finding ourselves waiting and wanting each other?’
I nodded my head in agreement. This is really fate. Getting united to an old time lover.

The end.