Misc. Erotica Campus Confessions - Every Friendship has Secrets

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Campus Confessions - Every Friendship has Secrets

Author’s Note

Before you begin reading, I would like to mention that this is my first attempt at writing a story. I sincerely apologize for any mistakes you may come across while reading. Your patience and understanding are greatly appreciated. If you have any suggestions or feedback, I would be happy to hear them, as they will help me improve my writing in the future.

This story is a work of fiction. The characters, places, and events described here are products of imagination. Any resemblance to real persons or incidents is purely coincidental.

The story is set in the year 2013 and follows the journey of a young student named Mahesh, who joins a new college to pursue his Master’s degree in Physics. As he steps into a new environment far from home, he begins a new chapter of his life — meeting new classmates, forming friendships, and experiencing the many unexpected moments that college life brings.

What starts as a simple academic journey soon leads to new relationships, personal discoveries, and events that change his life in ways he never imagined.

I hope you enjoy reading this story.

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Chapter 1: "A New Beginning"

Mahesh, 23, had spent most of his life in Ananthapuram, a small rural village on the outskirts of Thiruvananthapuram in Kerala. The village was surrounded by endless coconut groves, lush green paddy fields, and narrow winding roads that connected clusters of traditional homes.

He was the eldest son of Gopal and Latha. Gopal, a disciplined and pragmatic civil engineer, believed deeply in stability and structure. Latha, a compassionate and respected doctor at a government hospital in Thiruvananthapuram, carried both strength and warmth into their home.

Mahesh had a younger brother, Rahul, 19, who had just begun his MBBS studies, proudly following in their mother’s footsteps. The family was academically driven, and expectations were naturally high.

Gopal had always imagined Mahesh becoming an engineer, continuing the legacy he himself had built. But Mahesh’s heart belonged elsewhere. From a young age, he was captivated by the mysteries of the universe — the quiet elegance of equations, the invisible forces shaping reality, the poetry hidden within physics. His fascination was not casual; it was consuming.

After three years of dedication, Mahesh completed his Bachelor’s degree in Physics with distinction. He secured admission for a Master’s program at a college close to home — safe, familiar, predictable.

But something inside him longed for more.

He didn’t just want a degree; he wanted discovery. He didn’t want comfort; he wanted challenge. Against the comfort of familiarity, he made a bold choice — he applied to a college far away from home.

And that decision would change his life entirely.

Mahesh had grown up in the quiet rhythm of Ananthapuram, where mornings began with the sound of temple bells and the scent of wet earth after the night’s dew. Life in the village was simple, yet it had shaped him in many ways.

At twenty-three, Mahesh had a strong athletic build that stood out among most boys his age. Years of playing outdoor sports under the scorching Kerala sun had given his skin a deep brown tone. His shoulders were broad, his arms well-built, and his posture carried the quiet confidence of someone used to physical activity. His thick black hair was usually combed neatly back, and a well-kept moustache had begun to define his face.

Despite his strong appearance, Mahesh was naturally shy. He was not someone who easily spoke to strangers or tried to draw attention to himself. In gatherings he often preferred to stand quietly at the side, observing people rather than joining conversations. Yet among close friends, he was completely different — cheerful, talkative, and full of humour.

Growing up in a quiet village like Ananthapuram, his interactions with girls had always been limited to brief conversations in classrooms or polite exchanges during college activities.

Being a 90s kid, much of what he understood about romance had come from the old Malayalam and Bollywood movies he watched while growing up. Those films often portrayed love as something mysterious and dramatic, and Mahesh had taken many of those ideas a little too seriously.

For a long time during his teenage years, he even carried a rather amusing misconception — he once believed that kissing a girl could make her pregnant. Though he eventually realized after his biology lessons, how naive that thought had been, the embarrassment of it had stayed with him.

Because of this, Mahesh had always kept a certain distance from girls. He was polite and respectful, but he rarely initiated conversations with them. In fact, throughout his college and college life, he had never had a close female friend.

It wasn’t that he disliked girls — quite the opposite. He simply never knew how to behave around them without feeling awkward.

Little did he know that this part of his personality would soon be challenged in ways he had never expected.

Biology classes had taught him the facts of female pregnancy but knew nothing about the messy mechanics of sex. That education came from his friends, in whispered, excited conversations after college under the shade of a banyan tree. Their stories were a new kind of curriculum, one that made his stomach clench and his blood run hot.

One friend bragged about catching a glimpse of his aunt’s full, heavy breasts with dark nipples as she changed her saree, the dark nipples. Another spoke in hushed tones about witnessing his older cousin breastfeeding her child, the sight of the milky-white droplet on the baby’s lips somehow more intimate than anything he had imagined. But it was the third friend’s story that truly burned itself into Mahesh’s mind. He peeked through the bedroom window of his newly-wed neighbours and had seen them having wild, frantic sex - the man’s body a piston, the woman’s legs wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back in a silent scream that he could feel through the glass window.

All these talks were boiling something new inside him, a strange, restless energy he couldn't name. That very night, it happened. His first wet dream. The fragmented images from his friends stories swirled in his head—a flash of a dark nipple, the image of a breastfeeding mother, the frantic motion of two bodies in a dark room. All of it made his small cock hard, a strange, tight phenomena he had never experienced before. He wasn't even touching it. He was just lying there in the dark, and a profound tension began to build deep within him, a coil winding tighter and tighter.
Then, it snapped.

A wave of indescribable pleasure crashed over him, so intense it was almost frightening. He shuddered, his body going rigid as a warmth spread through his groin. He thought he had peed himself, a hot, embarrassing mess. But as his breathing slowed and his heart stopped hammering against his ribs, he reached down and touched the damp spot on his shorts. It wasn't urine. It was thick, sticky, and when he brought his fingers to his nose, it had a faint, sweet, coconutty smell. He soon realized it was something else entirely. It was his first ever ejaculation, a messy, terrifying, and utterly satisfying secret that was his and his alone.

That night changed his perspective towards women forever. To his friends, he was still the same shy, silent kid who focused only on his studies. But internally, a new, hungry part of his brain had been switched on. He started seeing things differently. He began to steal glances through the side gap of his teachers' sarees, women he had respected immensely only days before, hoping for a glimpse of their beautiful, sacred boobs. Now, every lecture was a test of restraint. He saw the soft curve of their waists, the swell of their hips, the delicate line of their collarbones, and a heat would bloom in his chest, a dangerous warmth that was a mix of guilt and overwhelming desire.

Being a teenager, he couldn't resist the temptation of wondering what it would be like to see what lay beneath those layers of cloth. How would it feel to see a woman completely naked? The only answer he had was a short glimpse of a magazine page one of his friends had smuggled into college. He had only seen it for a second, but the image was seared into his memory: a naked girl sitting on a chair, one hand holding her breast, the other spreading her legs. It was his first sight of a naked body, and it was a revelation.

That night was the night he started rubbing his shaft for the first time. The presence of his younger brother sleeping just a few feet away didn't bother him; the need was too strong. He closed his eyes and started imagining his teachers, their faces replacing the anonymous girl from the magazine. He imagined their soft bodies, their hidden skin. It took a long time, a frustrating, desperate build of friction and fantasy, but when he finally released, the pleasure was unbearable, a tidal wave that made his first wet dream feel like a mere ripple.

It was the start of his daily routine. It was his new secret, his private ritual. It was his first lesson in masturbation.

The curiosity of watching a woman naked and witnessing a sexual interaction with his own eyes grew in him day by day. That wish was partly fulfilled during one summer vacation after he'd completed his 10th grade. His father would often borrow a CD player for watching movies from his brother, whose house was two blocks away.

Young Mahesh went to his uncle's home and brought the CD player back. He connected everything and opened the tray to put in a movie CD he had rented. But the player already had a CD inside. 

Uncle must have forgotten to take it out, he thought.

He decided to watch it for a moment before ejecting it. To his surprise, when the movie started, there was no title card. A woman was shown standing in a fort. She was then carried away by some soldiers. It seemed like a Hollywood movie to him. She was put in a prison. After that, one of the guards entered the cell and started forcing himself towards her. Her fight was soon over, and they started kissing passionately. Mahesh got puzzled about what he was witnessing. His curiosity grew.

Soon, his questions were answered. The girl's prison robes were ripped apart by the soldier, exposing her big, beautiful boobs.

 There is nothing more beautiful in this world, he thought.

With a growing desire, he knew he was watching his first porn movie. The sight of the boobs being sucked and worshipped by the soldier made his cock hard and throbbing. As soon as he started stroking it, it erupted, releasing a huge load. But his hardness never went away.

He saw the girl now searching for the soldier's cock and stroking it. As soon as she got hold of it, she kneeled down, kissing the tip of his shaft and licking it like an ice cream. Stroking his cock again, Mahesh's eyes widened. It was a new sight for him. He never thought a cock could be sucked like a lollipop. He continued to explore this new world of pleasure. He wondered how the girl cried with pleasure when the soldier spread her legs and pushed his lips to her beautiful, clean pussy lips. Mahesh couldn't hold back his throbbing cock. He took it out of his pants and started stroking, marvelling at the scenes he was witnessing.

And then it happened. The soldier started rubbing his hard cock on her pussy and, with a wild push, it entered her. She let out a huge moan. Then he started stroking her. Her soft, beautiful boobs were bouncing with his each stroke. Mahesh found himself stroking in sync with what the soldier was doing. The moment grew fast, along with the moans. The girl was crying with pleasure, and the soldier, with a huge groan, pushed his whole cock in one last time. The girl was shivering. Both of them were drained of energy. The soldier took his cock out, followed by his cum dripping out of her pussy.

Mahesh was ecstatic. With a groan of his own, he released for a second time, finally understanding the basic lesson of sex. Or was it really!?

After that wild incident, Mahesh's sexual desires began to grow with a relentless intensity. Yet, his outward behaviour towards women remained respectful, a carefully constructed mask. He was still shy, especially when it came to communicating with girls, a direct result of having studied in an all-boys college until college. During his bachelor's studies, he slowly started mingling with girls, but only when he was with his friends. Slowly, his own confidence began to grow, and he learned to hold a conversation without stammering. But it was always superficial; he never had a friendship with a girl like he had with his boys. The divide between his inner, lustful world and his outer, polite persona remained wide.

Little did he know that he was standing at the beginning of a new chapter in his life. As he prepared to leave his village and join a new college to pursue his dreams, he was also unknowingly stepping into a journey that would challenge both the person he showed to the world and the one he kept hidden within.

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It was a bright Monday morning, sunlight spilling generously across the countryside. Mahesh suddenly rose from his seat on the transport bus when he spotted the board announcing his new college — TRM College, Velinadu.

Velinadu was a small town located about 120 kilometers north of Thiruvananthapuram, surrounded by coconut groves, small villages, and lush green hills.
His heart skipped a beat. This was it.

He quickly stepped off the bus and stood before the grand archway bearing the name TRM College, Velinadu in large golden letters. Beyond the arch stretched a long, steep road that wound gently uphill. Tall rain trees and coconut palms lined both sides of the road, their branches swaying softly in the morning breeze and casting dancing shadows on the path.

Mahesh began walking up the road, his heart beating with excitement and nervous anticipation.

As he climbed higher, the campus slowly revealed itself. At the top of the hill spread a wide college compound filled with several buildings of different shapes and sizes. The main academic block stood proudly at the center, a large three-storey structure painted in pale cream with long corridors and rows of classrooms opening to wide verandas.

Surrounding the main block were separate buildings for different departments — Physics, Chemistry, Mathematics, Commerce, English, Computer Science and so on. Each department had its own offices, lecture halls, and dedicated laboratories where students conducted experiments and practical sessions.

To the right stood a large library building, quiet and dignified, with tall windows and a broad staircase leading to its entrance.

Further down the path was the college canteen, already alive with noise. The aroma of tea, fried snacks, and freshly made dosa drifted through the air as students gathered around plastic tables, talking loudly and enjoying the start of the day.

Beyond the academic buildings lay a wide playground, where a few students were practicing cricket while others sat on the steps watching them. Nearby stood a small open-air auditorium used for college programs and cultural events.

Mahesh noticed bicycles and motorcycles parked under long tin sheds, and a few buses waiting near the entrance for the afternoon trips back to town.
The entire campus was alive with energy — voices echoing through the corridors, footsteps on the pathways, and the restless excitement of hundreds of young students beginning another day.

Standing there for a moment, taking it all in, Mahesh realized that this place would soon become his world.
And somewhere within this vast campus, his new life was about to begin.

It was almost nine in the morning. Students were hurrying across the campus, rushing toward their respective classes before the college bell chimed. At that moment, Mahesh suddenly realized that he was supposed to report to the college auditorium in the main building.

As he entered the main block, he noticed a signboard directing “New Admissions → Auditorium.” Following the sign, he walked down a long corridor and soon reached the large indoor auditorium.

Inside, a few students were already seated in different rows, quietly waiting for the orientation program to begin. On the stage sat five well-dressed faculty members. Mahesh guessed that they would be his lecturers for the next two years.

He quickly found an empty seat and settled down.

Just then, a clear and pleasant voice echoed through the auditorium.

“Good morning, everyone.”

The students immediately turned their attention toward the stage.

“Myself Professor Nandhini. I am the Head of the Department of Physics. I warmly welcome all of you to the TRM family. Over the next two years, we hope to be your teachers, mentors, and guides.”

She paused briefly before continuing.

“All your classes will take place in Room 303, on the third floor — the third classroom from the staircase. Your lecturers will be myself, Dr. Manoj, Dr. Arjun, Dr. Pramodh, and Dr. Arif.”

Each lecturer stood up and nodded to the students as their names were mentioned.

After providing the necessary information about the course and department, the students were instructed to proceed to Classroom 303 for their first class.
With a mixture of curiosity and excitement, Mahesh rose from his seat along with the others and began walking toward the Physics Department building.

Just as he was about to enter the building, a voice called out from behind.

“Mahi!”

Mahesh stopped and turned around. The face looked familiar. A moment later, he recognized him.

It was Abhinav. They had attended the same tuition center during Mahesh’s bachelor’s studies.

“Hi, Abhi!” Mahesh said, a hint of surprise on his face. “I didn’t know you got admission here. It’s great to see a familiar face.”

“Man, it’s good to see you too,” Abhinav replied with a wide smile.

They walked toward the department entrance together.

“Have you found a place to stay?” Abhinav asked. “I heard the campus doesn’t have a men’s hostel.”

Mahesh nodded. “Yeah. My father arranged a place for me through one of his friends here. I’m planning to check it out after class.”

Then he added, “You can come along if you want. I think there might be room for one more.”

Abhinav’s face immediately lit up.

“That would be great!” he exclaimed with excitement.

The two of them laughed and walked into the Physics Department together, already feeling a little more at home in their new college.

After climbing the stairs, they reached the entrance of the classroom. The room was surprisingly small, probably because the Master’s program admitted only twelve students each year. Inside, Mahesh could see three rows of seats arranged on either side of the room, each chair fitted with a foldable writing board where students could keep their notebooks and write during lectures.

Most of the students had already arrived and taken their seats. Mahesh noticed that the girls had occupied the seats on the right side of the classroom, while the boys had settled on the left. Almost all the front rows were already taken.

With no other option, Mahesh and Abhinav quietly walked to the last row and took the remaining seats.

As Mahesh settled down, his eyes briefly wandered to the opposite row, where two beautiful girls were seated. He glanced at them for a moment before quickly turning his attention back to the front of the classroom and making himself comfortable.

Soon, Prof. Nandhini entered the classroom. She was wearing an emerald green saree paired with a red blouse. She appeared to be around forty years old, slightly chubby, with warm brown eyes framed by golden spectacles. Her black hair, streaked lightly with a few strands of white, was neatly tied back in a bun. A Mangal sutra rested visibly against her breasts above the folds of her saree.

As soon as she entered, everyone stood up.

“Good morning, ma’am,” the class greeted in unison.

“Good morning,” she replied with a gentle smile.

“Since this is your first day, why don’t you all introduce yourselves so that you can get to know each other? We will start from the front row.”

A young man in his early twenties wearing a red and navy-blue plaid shirt and black jeans stood up and walked to the front of the classroom. He was neither very fair nor very dark, with thick, neatly styled hair and a well-maintained short beard and moustache. He was tall and had an athletic build body.

“Myself Asif Muhammed,” he said confidently. “I come from Vellimala village, about five kilometers from Velinadu. I love teaching and hope to become a teacher in the future.”

Prof. Nandhini nodded approvingly.

“Very good, Asif. Next.”

The next student stood up from the front row. He looked somewhat similar to Asif, though he was slightly slimmer, shorter, and darker in complexion. He had thick black curly hair and a prominent black moustache. He was dressed simply in a plain white shirt and black trousers. A thick chandanam mark was visible on his forehead, and a raksha thread hung around his neck.

With a hint of shyness in his voice, he began to speak.

“My name is Vishnu Mohan. I come from Kallur village, about ten kilometers from Velinadu.”

Mahesh noticed that Vishnu’s fingers were trembling slightly as he spoke.

“My ambition is to become a college lecturer.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Vishnu quickly returned to his seat, clearly relieved that his turn was over.

Prof. Nandhini nodded again and pointed to her left this time.

The first girl stood up and walked forward to introduce herself. She was a fair, medium-built girl with a round face and dark brown eyes. Her lips were light pink, and she had a round bindi on her forehead just below a thin mark of chandanam. At the center of her neatly combed black hair, Mahesh noticed a thick line of sindoor, indicating that she was already married.

She was wearing a yellow churidar, with a shawl dbangd neatly over her shoulders covering her medium sized boobs.

Speaking in a conservative yet confident voice, she introduced herself.

“My name is Anjana Ramesh. I live in Devapuram, around twenty kilometers from Velinadu. My dream is also to become a teacher.”

After finishing her introduction, she gave a polite smile and returned to her seat.

Then came the girl sitting at the far right of the classroom. She was fair-skinned and slightly chubby, with warm dark brown eyes. Her black hair was combed neatly back and held in place with hair clips. Around her neck hung a delicate gold chain with a small cross pendant at the center.

She was wearing a brown churidar, with her shawl loosely dbangd over her shoulders only partially covering her big boobs. Mahesh noticed her rounded belly, which suggested that she might be pregnant.

She stepped forward with a gentle smile.

“Hi, I’m Nithya Thomas,” she said. “I live in Velinadu town, about three kilometers from the college. My ambition is also to become a teacher.”

After introducing herself, she quietly returned to her seat.

The only boy sitting in the second row stood up and walked to the front for his introduction. He was fair and slightly chubby, with a warm, cheerful smile. His light brown eyes sparkled with confidence. He had thick curly hair and a thin, neatly groomed moustache. He was wearing a green striped shirt and brown trousers.

“Hi, guys,” he said casually. “My name is Rahul Menon. I come from Nedumpara, about fifteen kilometers from here. I like singing, and I hope to become a lecturer someday.”

After finishing his introduction, he smiled at the class and returned to his seat.

Next came the most stylish girl in the class. She was fair, short, and slim — probably the shortest among them. She had a small oval-shaped face with dark brown eyes and soft pink lips. She was dressed differently from the others, wearing a white T-shirt, a black jacket, and black jeans, which gave her a modern and confident look. The shape of her small breast were visibly outlined on her t shirt.

Walking to the front of the classroom with confidence, she smiled at everyone.

“Hi everyone, I’m Parvathi Nair,” she said. “I come from Kollad town, about one hundred kilometers from Velinadu. My life ambition is also to become a teacher.”
After finishing her introduction, she gave a friendly nod and returned to her seat.

Then came a girl wearing a red salwar kameez with a white shawl neatly covering her head. She had beautiful small dark brown eyes set in a softly rounded face. She was the tallest girl in the class, with a slim build and a pair of medium sized boobs cover by the bottom part of her shawl.

Walking to the front with a shy expression, she spoke softly.

“My name is Fathima Faizal. I live in Ananthagiri village, about fourteen kilometers from here. My inspiration is also to become a teacher.”

After finishing her introduction, she gave a modest smile and quietly returned to her seat.

Then Abhinav rose from his chair and walked toward the front of the class. He was a fair, cheerful young man with a naturally handsome face that seemed to carry a constant smile. He had an oval-shaped face, light brown eyes, thick black hair, a thick moustache, and a well-groomed beard. He was wearing a plain blue shirt and blue jeans.

He stood confidently before the class and greeted both Prof. Nandhini and his new classmates.
“Good morning, everyone,” he said with an easy smile. “My name is Abhinav Govind, but you can call me Abhi. I come from Thiruvananthapuram Town, which is about 120 kilometers from here.”

He paused for a moment and then added with a grin,
“My ambition is to become a professor someday — just like Nandhini ma’am.”

A few students in the class smiled at his confident introduction as he returned to his seat. 
Prof. Nandhini too had a smiling grin on her.


Then it was Mahesh’s turn.

He stood up and walked to the front of the classroom. Among the boys, he was the most muscular. He had an athletic build, a dark complexion, dark brown eyes, and a thick moustache. His black hair was neatly combed back. He was wearing a black T-shirt that highlighted his broad shoulders and muscular arms, along with dark jeans.

Despite his confident appearance, Mahesh felt a little nervous. He was not used to speaking in front of many people. He was the kind of person who talked freely with close friends but usually stayed quiet around others.

With slight hesitation but a respectful tone, he greeted the class.

“Good morning, everyone.”

He paused briefly before continuing.

“My name is Mahesh Gopal. I come from a rural village Thiruvananthapuram called Anathapuram, about 140 kilometers from here. My ambition is to become a researcher in physics, because I truly love the subject.”

After finishing his introduction, Mahesh nodded politely and returned to his seat.

Then came the second '. girl in the class. She had a medium-built body with a round face and large black eyes that were highlighted with thick mascara. Her face was softly framed by a red scarf wrapped neatly around her head. She was wearing a green kurthi top paired with red pants. Her scarf was unable to cover her big breasts which were throbbing inside her dress.

Walking to the front with a shy smile, she spoke in a gentle voice.

“My name is Jasia Salim. I come from Chandrapuram, about one hundred kilometers from Velinadu. I want to become a teacher because I love working with children.”

After finishing her introduction, she gave a modest smile and returned to her seat.

Then came the final student in the class, who was sitting at the far corner on the right side. She walked slowly to the front. She was dressed in a soft pink floral churidar paired with blue leggings. Her fair face seemed to glow gently in the morning light, framed by deep dark brown eyes that carried a quiet depth. Her lips had a natural rose tint, and her neatly combed hair was adorned with delicate white flowers pinned at the back.

A faint mark of chandanam rested on her forehead, suggesting that she had visited a temple earlier that morning. There was something traditional yet effortlessly elegant about her presence.


The delicate fabric of her dress followed the graceful lines of her figure. It was neither flashy nor revealing, but her natural poise made her stand out among the others. The soft contour of her waist, the graceful slope of her shoulders, the way the material rested against curvy perfect and rounded boobs- she was undoubtable the most beautiful girl in the class. The shawl she was wearing was pulled tightly across her neck, exposing her beautifully shaped boobs.
A thin gold chain rested around her neck, holding a small heart-shaped pendant that shimmered gently whenever she moved above her slightly visible cleavage. The tightness of her dress subtly outlined the delicate curve of her navel beneath the fabric.

As she stood before the class, a gentle smile brightened her face. When she spoke, her voice was soft and melodious.
“Good morning, everyone,” she said.

“My name is Aarathi Iyer. I live in Velinadu town, about two kilometers from the college. My ambition is to become a wonderful teacher.”
With a shy smile and a light giggle, she finished her introduction and quietly returned to her seat, leaving the classroom momentarily silent as many eyes followed her back to her chair.

After everyone had introduced themselves, Prof. Nandhini stood up and addressed the class.

“It’s nice to get to know all of you,” she said with a warm smile. “I see that most of you wish to become teachers.”

She paused briefly before continuing.

“Since today is your first day, you won’t have any lectures. The other professors will introduce themselves shortly. After that, you are free to go home.”

She then added,

“For the girls who would like to use the college hostel, please give me your names now so that I can make arrangements with the hostel warden.”

Parvathi and Jasia raised their hands and gave their names.

“The college hostel is located on the other side of the main campus building,” Prof. Nandhini explained. “You can go there and fill out the admission form. You may be able to move in from tomorrow.”

She then smiled at the class and concluded,

“Alright then, see you all tomorrow. I will be teaching you Electronics, so don’t forget to bring your textbook.”

As Prof. Nandhini walked out of the classroom, the rest of the faculty members entered. The students immediately stood up again and greeted them.

“Good morning, sir.”

The professors gently waved their hands, signalling the students to sit down.

The first person to introduce himself was Dr. Manoj.

He was a tall, lean man in his early forties with a calm and composed appearance. His face was long and slightly narrow, with sharp features and thoughtful dark eyes behind rectangular spectacles. His hair was neatly parted to one side, already showing a few strands of grey. He had a neatly trimmed moustache and carried himself with the quiet confidence of someone deeply comfortable with his subject.

He was dressed in a light blue formal shirt tucked neatly into dark trousers.

“Good morning,” he said in a steady voice. “I am Dr. Manoj Kumar, and I will be teaching Mathematical Physics.”

He gave a small smile before continuing.

“My classes may seem difficult at first, but if you stay patient and practice regularly, you will begin to appreciate the beauty of mathematics in physics.”
With that, he nodded politely toward the class and stepped back, allowing the next professor to come forward.

Next, Dr. Arjun stepped forward.

He appeared younger than the others, probably in his mid-thirties. He had a tall, slender frame and a clean-shaven face that gave him a youthful look. His thick black hair was slightly wavy and brushed back casually. His bright eyes carried a spark of enthusiasm, and his energetic posture suggested that he enjoyed interacting with students.

He wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up and dark grey trousers.

With a friendly smile he addressed the class.

“Hello everyone, I’m Dr. Arjun Nair, and I will be teaching Spectroscopy.”

He clasped his hands together casually.

“Spectroscopy helps us understand the interaction between light and matter. It’s one of the most fascinating areas of physics, and I hope to make it enjoyable for all of you.”

A few students nodded with interest as he stepped back.

Next came Dr. Pramodh

He was a slightly heavy-set man in his late forties with a broad face and thick eyebrows that gave him a serious expression. His skin was a shade darker than the others, and he had a thick mustache that almost hid his upper lip. His hair was thinning slightly at the front, but what remained was combed neatly back.

He wore a cream-colored formal shirt with a pen clipped to the pocket and dark brown trousers.

When he spoke, his deep voice carried a sense of authority.

“I am Dr. Pramodh Bhaskar, and I will be teaching Quantum Mechanics.”

He paused briefly and looked around the classroom.

“Quantum mechanics is not easy, but it is one of the most powerful and beautiful theories in physics. If you learn it properly, it will change the way you understand the universe.”

His serious tone made the class fall silent as he returned back to join other.

Finally, the last professor stepped forward.

This was Dr. Arif.
He was a medium-built man in his early thirties with a neatly trimmed beard and kind, intelligent eyes. His face carried a calm and approachable expression. His hair was short and neatly styled, and he wore thin-rimmed spectacles that rested lightly on his nose.

He was dressed in a light grey shirt and black trousers.

With a gentle smile, he greeted the class.

“Good morning. I am Dr. Arif, and I will be teaching Classical Mechanics.”

He folded his hands loosely in front of him as he continued.

“Classical mechanics forms the foundation of everything you will learn in physics. Once you understand it well, many other subjects will become much easier.”

As he spoke, Mahesh noticed something unusual. Dr. Arif seemed to glance repeatedly toward a girl sitting in the back row.

Following his gaze, Mahesh realized that it was Jasia. To his surprise, she was smiling shyly and blushing slightly whenever their eyes met.

Mahesh found it a little strange but did not think too much about it.

After Dr. Arif finished speaking, the professors asked the students to introduce themselves once again so they could remember their names. One by one, the students stood up and briefly repeated their introductions.

When it was Jasia’s turn, Mahesh noticed that she seemed more nervous than before. Her cheeks turned slightly red as she spoke, and she kept glancing briefly toward Dr. Arif.

Mahesh felt a bit puzzled by her behaviour.

Soon after the introductions were completed, the professors reminded the students about their classes starting the next day. With that, the session ended and the class was dismissed.

The students slowly began packing their bags and preparing to leave, their first day at TRM College finally coming to an end.

As they were leaving the college campus, Mahesh and Abhinav began discussing the room they were planning to rent.

“Abhi, when do you want to check out the room?” Mahesh asked. “I’m planning to go there now since it’s only about a kilometer from the college.”

Abhinav thought for a moment.

“Let me think,” he said. “I don’t have my luggage with me. I left it at my friend’s house for today.”

“That’s not a problem,” Mahesh replied. “I also left my luggage at my relative’s house. Maybe we can first go see the room and then pick up our luggage later.”
“Okay, Mahi. Let’s do that,” Abhinav agreed.

“Alright, let me call the landlord first and check if he is available,” Mahesh said.

Mahesh slipped his hand into his pocket to take out his phone — but it wasn’t there.

“Oh no,” he muttered in frustration. “I think I forgot my phone in the classroom.”

He looked at Abhinav quickly.

“Just wait here for me. I’ll go get it and come back.”

Before Abhinav could reply, Mahesh hurried back toward the college building.

After walking nearly half a kilometer, he reached the campus again and climbed the stairs leading to the Physics Department.

When he arrived at the classroom, he realized the door was already locked.

“Maybe the professors have the key,” he thought.

Mahesh began walking along the quiet corridor, looking at the nameplates outside the faculty rooms. He could see that every room in that floor was locked.

Finally, he noticed a familiar name on one of the doors.

Dr. Arif.

Mahesh was disappointed to see that the door to Dr. Arif’s office was closed. He was about to head toward the staircase when he suddenly heard a faint sound.

Mahesh stopped.

At first it sounded like someone speaking softly, followed by a strange muffled noise. He strained to listen, holding his breath as he caught the unmistakable rhythm of a gulping sound, followed by a deep, ragged groan.

He leaned a little closer, trying to understand what was happening. The corridor was completely quiet, and the sound seemed to be coming from Dr. Arif’s office.
That’s when he realized something unusual — the door was not locked from outside.

It was locked from the inside.

Curiosity got the better of him. Mahesh stepped closer and carefully leaned toward the door, pressing his ear gently against it.

From inside the room, he could hear hushed voices… followed by a soft laugh.

He could hear the wet lip-smacking gulps, the sound of fluids mingling, followed by a sharp hiss. “Oh, don’t press that hard, sir…” a sweet, breathless voice whispered from the other side.

Mahesh froze.

A man’s voice answered in a low tone — unmistakably Dr. Arif’s.

“Oh god, I can’t control myself, darling. You have a beautiful pair of big breasts that are begging to be worshiped properly…”

Mahesh could not believe what he was hearing. Was that Prof. Nandhini? No, that couldn’t be. The voice had addressed him as sir, so it had to be a student.
Oh my… Mahesh thought with a stunned grin. Dr. Arif is screwing one of his students.

His mind raced with possibilities. What was happening inside the professor’s office?

Mahesh ached to hear more and wanted to see what was happening inside the room. But how could he? The door was closed, and there was no visible opening through which he could look.

Then suddenly he noticed the keyhole.

He glanced around the empty corridor. No one was there.

Every rational part of his brain screamed at him to walk away; to run down the stairs and pretend he’d heard nothing. But his feet were rooted to the floor. An irresistible curiosity, a force as powerful as any he had studied in physics, pulled him forward. He had to know. It was the same hunger that had been ignited in him years ago, first by the whispered stories of his friends, then by the first porn movie he watched. Was he about to witness his first real sexual encounter?
Excited and curious, Mahesh slowly got down on his knees and leaned closer to the door. Carefully, he placed his eye against the tiny opening.

His eyes widened.

He was witnessing something he had only seen in movies.

Dr. Arif was leaning against his table, facing the door with a look of intense pleasure on his face. His trousers had slipped down to his knees along with his briefs. His head was thrown back, a low guttural moan escaping his lips as he surrendered to the sensation.

From the doorway, Mahesh was frozen by the raw, primal scene playing out before him. The same nervous feeling that he had when he first saw the porn movie flooded his mind.

 The girl knelt between the professor's legs wearing only her pants, her dark hair a curtain around her face as her head moved with a deliberate, hungry rhythm. A loud, deliberate glup echoed in the quiet office, followed by a soft, slick slurp as she pulled back, her tongue swirling around his tip. Each downward motion was punctuated by a wet, sucking shllck, and Mahesh could hear the professor's sharp intake of breath. The girl's pace quickened, and the sounds grew more frantic—a series of rapid gluk-gluk-gluk noises mingling with the professor's choked groans. It was an obscene, intimate symphony of flesh and desire, and the air was thick with the scent of sex.

Mahesh’s gaze drifted past the figures inside the room and caught a flash of colour on the floor. It was a pink bra, the delicate lace lying discarded just behind the girl’s kneeling form. Her top was nowhere in sight, likely tossed somewhere onto the professor’s cluttered desk.

Suddenly, the rhythmic bobbing of her head ceased. The room fell into a tense silence. Then, she lowered her head further, her dark hair cascading over her thighs. For the first time, Mahesh had a clear view of Dr. Arif's circumcised cock as it stood erect, glistening with her saliva—a solid, thick six inches. The girl's tongue darted out, and she began to lick his balls with long, slow, wet strokes. Her left hand, which had been resting on his thigh, now wrapped around his shaft. Her fingers, slender and sure, began to caress him, moving slowly up and down the slick length in a maddeningly gentle rhythm.

With a groan, Dr. Arif pulled her up from her knees, his hands firm on her arms. He had to lean down significantly to meet her lips, her head only reaching the level of his shoulders when she stood. He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with a raw, desperate passion. The soft, wet sounds of their lips meeting and parting filled the room, a gentle suction that was both intimate and loud in the quiet office.

Arif's hand roamed down her back, his fingers grazing the smooth, fair skin of her curvy spine before coming to rest on the generous, rounded swell of her ass. He squeezed, his grip tightening as their kiss deepened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. His other hand hooked into the waistband of her pants, and he began to tug them down, taking her pink panties with them. The fabric slid over her hips, exposing two perfect, pale ass cheeks to Mahesh's wide-eyed view.
But the girl stiffened, pulling her head back slightly. "No… not here," she whispered, her voice faint and breathless. "Someone might come."

"No one will come, dear," Arif murmured against her lips, his voice a low, reassuring rumble. "The other teachers are attending a meeting." He slowly released his grip on her, and as he did, her pants and panties pooled around her ankles, leaving her completely naked from the waist down.

Dr. Arif's hands returned to her now-exposed ass, his fingers pressing and kneading the soft flesh, folding it in his palms. The action made her whimper, a high-pitched "Mmmph!" of pleasure. Watching this, Mahesh felt a surge of heat in his own groin. He had lost all control; his cock was a hard, making a big tent against the fabric of his pants. He ached to free it, to stroke it vigorously, but he couldn't. The fact that he was watching his new professor screwing a student in the college corridor made him aware of any sound or movement. He gave his rigid shaft a hard press through his pants, a desperate attempt to relieve some pressure as he continued to watch the scene unfold.

Then it happened. In a swift, fluid motion, Dr. Arif put his hands on her shoulders and turned her, hugging her tightly from behind. Mahesh's mouth fell wide open. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was Jasia. The quiet girl who had been blushing whenever Dr. Arif looked at her during class. But how? It was their first day. How could this have happened? But these frantic thoughts were instantly vaporized from his mind as he got a full view of her big, beautiful boobs now being pressed harder by Arif's hard hand as he kissed the back of her neck. He was pulling her hard, pointed brown nipples, making her boobs stretch like balloons. Seeing real boobs for the first time, even from a distance, filled Mahesh with unbearable sexual tension.

She cried out, a sound that was a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure.
 "Aaah! Sir!" 
While his left hand continued to caress her left boob, his right hand moved downward toward her soft, chubby belly, which made little waves under the pressure of his fingers. He inserted his pointing finger into her big belly button. She shivered and let out a faint giggle.

 "Ha… ha… mmmmm…"

Slowly, his hand moved further down, aiming for her beautiful flower. Through her bushy pubic hair, his finger found her clit, and the contact made her whole body jerk.

 "Mmmmm…aaah!

Arif began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles as she turned her head to the side, seeking his lips for a kiss. Her left hand was caressing her professor's hair, while her right hand was moving back and forth, shaking his shaft with a firm grip. Seeing this explicit action, Mahesh couldn't hold back any longer. He also began stroking his own hard cock through the rough fabric of his pants, his movements matching the rhythm of the girl's hand on his professor.

Arif whispered something into Jasia's ear. She shook her head with a shy smile, a clear "no." Probably Arif wanted to enter her young tight pussy, Mahesh assumed. His assumption was confirmed when he heard Jasia's faint reply.

“I want to stay a virgin… until marriage,” she breathed.

Shall I rub it against you, then?" Arif requested, his voice a low growl.

Jasia shied away, but the smile on her face was filled with pleasure and anticipation.

A slow, knowing smile spread across Arif's face. "Then let me worship you," he murmured, his voice a deep, sensual rumble. 

He shifted, positioning his heavy, throbbing cock between the soft, warm haven of her thighs. The slick crown nudged against her entrance, not penetrating, but promising. A single, clear drop of precum pearled at his tip, and he began to move, a slow, deliberate glide that coated his shaft in her wetness. Each upward stroke sent his head skimming over her clit, sending electric jolts through her body.

His hands roamed up to capture the heavy weight of her breasts, his thumbs circling her sensitive nipples, coaxing them into hard, aching points. 

"Mmm…aah…yes…Sir…right there…" 

Jasia's moans were no longer just sounds; they were a melody of surrender. Mahesh was mesmerized, watching the glistening, dark head of Arif's cock emerge and disappear between her pale thighs, a hypnotic rhythm of pure lust.

Arif's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more powerful. He was grinding against her, a delicious, torturous friction that pushed them both to the edge. Jasia's body began to tremble uncontrollably, her back arching against his chest. She turned her head, and their mouths met in a desperate, hungry kiss. The triple assault of his lips on hers, his hands on her breasts, and his cock on her clit was an overload of sensation. Her moans escalated into breathy cries.

 "Yes…yes…oh god…Sir…don't stop…please…"

With a final, guttural scream that was pure ecstasy, her orgasm crashed over her. Her body shook violently, and a gush of her warm juices flooded over Arif's cock, bathing him in her pleasure. Before the last tremor had subsided, Jasia spun around and sank to her knees, her eyes dark with hunger as she took his slick, pulsing length into her mouth.

As she knelt, her perfect, round ass cheeks widened, presenting an unobstructed, breathtaking view to Mahesh. "Oh damn!" he gasped, the sight burning itself into his memory.

The sight of her, lips stretched around him, tasting her own arousal, was Arif's undoing. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as he took control, thrusting into her warm, willing mouth. His body went rigid, and with a deep, shuddering roar, he emptied himself into her, pulse after pulse of his hot cum filling her throat.
She swallowed every drop, then looked up at him, a single, pearly bead of cum escaping to glisten on her swollen, pink lips. That was the final, exquisite image that sent Mahesh over the edge. He bit his lip to stifle a cry as his own cock exploded, convulsing violently as a massive, hot load flooded his pants, soaking him in his release. He sagged against the doorframe, his heart hammering against his ribs, his mind a complete blank. He had just witnessed something so raw, so intensely private, it felt like a dream.

What the hell had he just seen?

Standing alone in the quiet corridor, Mahesh suddenly realized that he had stumbled upon a secret that could cause serious trouble if it ever became known.
For a moment he simply stood there, unsure whether to leave quietly… or pretend he had never seen anything at all.

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Chapter 2 – “A New Apartment and Unspoken Secrets”

Mahesh walked down the stairs, his mind both confused and amused by what he had just witnessed.

He was suddenly pulled out of his trance when he heard a voice.

“Mahesh, isn’t it?” the voice asked.

Mahesh lifted his eyes and saw Prof. Nandhini standing in front of him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, still looking slightly unsettled.

“Why are you still here?” she asked. “The class ended almost an hour ago.”

With a hesitant tone, he answered, “Ma’am, I forgot my phone in the classroom. I came back to collect it, but the classroom was already locked.”

“Oh, I see,” she said thoughtfully. “Was it a black Samsung phone?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Raju, the attender, gave it to me when he locked the room. I have it in my office.”

She looked at him curiously.

“But what were you doing here for so long?” she asked.

Mahesh hesitated for a moment before answering.

“Ma’am… I was trying to find one of the faculty members so that the classroom could be opened, but I couldn’t find anyone.”

“We were in a meeting,” she explained. “Did you see Arif sir? He had to skip the meeting because of some emergency.”

Mahesh felt a sudden wave of nervousness but tried to keep his voice steady.

“No, ma’am. I haven’t seen Arif sir.”

“Alright,” she said. “Come with me. I’ll give you your phone.”

Mahesh nodded and quietly followed her toward the faculty offices.

Her office was at the far-left corner of the second floor. As they climbed the stairs together, Mahesh couldn't tear his eyes away from the gentle sway of his professor's ass, the soft curves of her body outlined perfectly beneath the fabric of her saree. The raw, explicit sexual encounter he had just witnessed was still burning in his mind, making him aware of every feminine form around him. A dull, persistent horniness throbbed in his groin.

When she reached her office door, Prof. Nandhini bent down to unlock it. The motion caused her pallu to shift, and for a breathtaking moment, Mahesh got a perfect glimpse down her blouse. Her big, heavy breasts were pressed against her blouse, straining the hooks and seeming to throb with each of her breaths. His eyes drifted lower, taking in the sight of her chubby, slightly protruded tummy. He was completely engrossed by the soft curve of her belly and even caught a brief flash of her deep belly button before she straightened up, turned the key, and pushed the door open. 

For a moment he thought he was back in his college days spying on his teachers without them noticing.
Prof. Nandhini entered the room and picked up the phone lying on the table. 

Turning toward Mahesh, she extended her hand and said, “Here you go.”

Her voice pulled Mahesh out of his wandering thoughts.

With a slightly awkward expression on his face, he took the phone from her and replied, “Thank you, ma’am.”

Prof. Nandhini smiled politely. “See you in class tomorrow.”

“Sure, ma’am. Bye,” Mahesh said.

With that, he stepped out of the room and walked down the corridor.

That was when Mahesh suddenly remembered about Abhi.

“What the hell…” he muttered.

He quickly took out his phone and unlocked it. The screen showed five missed calls.

“Shit.”

He immediately called Abhi back.

“Where the hell are you, man?” Abhi said the moment he picked up.

For a brief second, Mahesh thought about telling him about the unbelievable scene he had just witnessed. 

But he decided against it.

“Sorry, bro,” Mahesh said. “The classroom was locked and all the teachers were in a meeting. I just got my phone now from Nandhini ma’am.”

“It’s okay,” Abhi replied. “You can come back here. I just met one of our classmates — Rahul. We had a fun chat while waiting for you near the bus stop. And you know… checking out the girls.” 

He laughed. 

“There are some really hot girls in our class. Anyway, I’ll tell you all about it after we check out our apartment.”

Mahesh chuckled lightly.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in a second.”

He hung up the phone and immediately called the house owner. The man told him that he was waiting and that they could come and see the apartment right away.

Mahesh hurried back toward the college entrance where Abhi was waiting. Soon the two of them set off together to check out their new apartment, the place that would become their home during the years ahead.

When Mahesh reached the location, he felt a little confused. He couldn’t see any apartment building there. Instead, there was a small stationery shop that also sold snacks and drinks. In front of the shop were a few plastic tables and chairs placed under a large umbrella, probably meant for students who came there for tea or refreshments.

To the left of the shop, the ground sloped downward into a vacant grassy field below the road level.

Mahesh noticed two men talking inside the shop. One appeared to be in his mid-thirties, slightly overweight for his age, wearing large black-framed spectacles. 

The other man looked older, probably in his mid-fifties. He was fair-skinned with grey hair, slightly bald at the top, and had a solid build. Both of them were holding cups of tea, half-filled with what looked like black tea.

Mahesh dialed the number of the house owner.

The elderly man picked up his phone, glanced toward Mahesh, and asked in a slightly tipsy voice,

“Are you Mahesh?”

“Yes,” Mahesh replied.

“Ahh, come, come. I’ve been waiting for you,” the man said warmly. “And who is this?”

“This is Abhinav,” Mahesh said. “He’s my classmate, and he’s also looking for a place to stay.”

“Okay, that’s fine. I think there’s enough space for both of you,” the man said with a grin.

“By the way, I’m Jacob. And this is Vinod. He rents this place from me to run his shop.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mahesh and Abhi said at the same time, smiling politely.

“Alright, let me show you the room,” Jacob said.

Jacob walked toward the left side of the shop and led them down a narrow staircase beside the building. The stairs went down below road level and opened into a small open area.

On the left side was a single door and a glass window.

From the outside, no one would ever imagine that there was a living space hidden beneath the shop.

Jacob unlocked the door and invited them inside.
When they stepped in, they saw a large hall. Two doorways opened from it — one leading to a bedroom and the other to a small kitchen.

A sofa sat in the left corner of the hall, while a table with four chairs stood in the right corner.

The door on the left opened into a bedroom with an attached bathroom. The door on the right led to a small kitchen, just large enough for cooking simple meals.

“It’s nothing fancy,” Jacob said. “But it’s good enough for two bachelors… even a small family could manage here.”

Mahesh looked around the apartment carefully. The place felt a bit like a private hideout, probably used by Jacob and his friends for weekend gatherings.

As if reading his thoughts, Jacob chuckled.

“I used to use this place for small get-togethers with my friends,” he said. “You know… a few drinks on weekends. But don’t worry. We have another place behind the shop now.”

“So,” he continued, “what do you think? Do you like it?”

Mahesh and Abhi looked around again. There was only one bedroom, which meant they would probably have to share the bed or take turns sleeping in the hall.

After discussing quietly for a moment, they both agreed.

“We like it,” Abhi said.

“Good,” Jacob replied. “The rent is 2000 rupees per month and you guys must pay 10,000 as deposit.”

They both agreed.

Abhi then asked, “What about washing clothes?”

“Oh yes, I forgot to mention,” Jacob said. “There’s a tap outside and a large washing rock behind the building. You can wash clothes there.”

He led them to the back of the building, where they also saw an outdoor bathroom that they could use if needed.

Mahesh and Abhi looked at each other and nodded.

The arrangement was simple but practical.

They decided to take the apartment.

They bought the basic things they needed — a mattress, cooking utensils, and a few household items.

By late evening, they had brought all their belongings to the room. After doing some basic cleaning and arranging their things, both of them felt completely exhausted. Neither of them had the energy to cook, so they decided to eat outside for the night.

When they returned, it was already around nine o’clock. Mahesh noticed that Jacob was still sitting at the shop, chatting with a few of his friends.

Mahesh and Abhi slowly made their way down to their room, feeling tired after the long day.

At that moment, there was only one question on their minds — who would sleep on the bed.

The bed was large enough for both of them, so after a brief discussion they decided to share it.

For Mahesh, it was a slightly strange feeling. The last time he had shared a bed with someone was during his college days, when he used to sleep beside his younger brother.

Too tired to think any further, they changed into a their t-shirt and lungi, switched off the light and lay down.
Within minutes of touching the mattress, both of them drifted into a deep sleep.

Mahesh did not know how long he had been asleep.

Suddenly—

“Aaaahhhh!”

A loud scream, high and sharp, shattered the silence of the night.

Mahesh’s eyes flew open. For a moment, he couldn't understand where he was. He quickly grabbed his phone from the bedside table and checked the time.

11:00 PM.

The room was dark except for a faint yellow glow from the streetlight outside the shop slipping through the small window.

His heart began to pound. The scream had sounded very close.

He slowly lifted his head from the pillow and listened carefully. Beside him, Abhi was still fast asleep, breathing heavily after the exhausting day.

Mahesh sat up on the bed.

The night outside was unusually quiet. Even the usual sound of crickets seemed to have faded for a moment.

Then he heard something again.

A faint noise.

Not another scream this time… but something like hurried footsteps, followed by a low, guttural laugh.

Mahesh felt his curiosity rising again — a familiar, unsettling itch. The same force that had pulled him toward Dr. Arif’s door earlier that day was now pulling him toward the stairs.

He slowly got up and walked toward the door of their room. He opened it carefully and stepped outside into the small open space behind the shop. The cool night air brushed against his face.

Above him, the moon hung quietly in the sky.

Mahesh looked toward the shop. The lights there were off.

But he noticed a faint light coming from the small room behind the shop.

And he could hear voices.

Someone was arguing.

Mahesh slowly moved toward the narrow staircase leading up to the shop. He crept up the steps carefully, his bare feet silent against the cool concrete.

As he neared the top, the voices became clearer.

It was Jacob.

His voice thick with alcohol and something else—desire.

“Come on, don’t be a tease… you know you want it,” Jacob slurred.

“Please, let me go home, this is wrong. I don’t want to cheat him,” a woman’s voice pleaded, her words tinged with fear.

Mahesh’s heart hammered against his ribs.

He slowly leaned forward and looked across the shop floor. The shop itself was closed, but the door to 
small room behind it was slightly open. Light spilled out through the gap.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Jacob had a woman pinned against a small table, Jacob's back to the door. She was young looking, maybe in her late twenties, with a dark, desperate beauty Mahesh had never seen before. Her cheap cotton saree was torn at the shoulder, and Jacob’s large, rough hand was gripping her arm, holding her in place.

Yet something about the scene felt strange to Mahesh.

Her resistance seemed uncertain, almost conflicted.

Her pleas for help lacked genuine panic.

And when Jacob’s other hand roughly grabbed her breast, squeezing the soft flesh through her blouse, her gasp wasn't one of pain, but of a sharp, unwilling pleasure.

“Please…” she whispered again, but her body was arching into his touch.

Jacob laughed, a low, triumphant sound. “I knew it. You like it rough, don’t you, you little bitch?”

With a violent tug, he ripped her blouse open. The buttons popped and scattered across the floor. Her big, dark breasts spilled out, capped with nipples that were hard and erect in the dim light. Mahesh felt a surge of heat in his groin. He was disgusted with himself, but his body was responding with a mind of its own.

Jacob bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. The woman cried out, her hands flying up to his head, not to push him away, but to hold him there. Her hips began to grind against him.

Mahesh’s cock was rock hard, straining against his briefs. He couldn't help himself. He reached down, slid his lungi, and freed his shaft from his briefs, his fingers wrapping around the hot, throbbing length. He began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes glued to the scene in front of him.

Jacob pushed her down onto the table, hiking up her saree and petticoat. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Her dark, hairy pussy was exposed, glistening with wetness. Jacob fumbled with his own pants, his cock springing free—thick, angry, and ready.
He didn't wait. He positioned himself at her entrance and, with a single, brutal thrust, buried himself inside her.

“Aaaahhhh!” she screamed again, but this time it was a scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.


Jacob began to fuck her with a savage intensity, his hips slapping against her thighs with each thrust. The table groaned under their weight. The woman wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her moans filling the small room.

Mahesh was stroking his cock in time with Jacob’s thrusts, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of Jacob’s thick, glistening cock pistoning in and out of the woman’s willing cunt was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He could see her juices coating his shaft, could hear the wet, sucking sounds of their coupling.

Jacob reached down and began to rub her clit, his fingers moving in a frantic circle. The woman’s body began to convulse, her back arching off the table.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” she cried out, her voice a raw, primal scream of pleasure.

Her orgasm seemed to trigger Jacob’s. With a loud roar, he slammed into her one last time, his body going rigid as he pumped his cum deep inside her.

Mahesh couldn't hold back any longer. With a choked gasp, he came, his hot cum spurting onto the floor in front of him. He sagged against the doorframe, his body trembling with the force of his release.

He watched as Jacob collapsed on top of the woman, both of them panting and spent. After a moment, Jacob rolled off her and stood up, tucking his cock back into his pants.

He looked down at her, his expression a mixture of contempt and satisfaction.
“Come on, get up,” he said, his voice gruff and cold. “I’ll walk you back.”

The woman slowly sat up, her body trembling. She quietly adjusted her torn saree, her face a mask of shame and satisfaction. She didn’t look at him as she stood up.

Mahesh quickly made his move back to his room, his mind reeling. His heart was still racing as he carefully moved away from the doorway and crept down the stairs.

He slipped back into his room as silently as possible.

Abhi was still asleep.

Mahesh lay down on the bed again, staring at the dark ceiling.

His mind refused to rest.

The images of the night replayed again and again in his head.

Two strange incidents in a single day.

First the secret he had witnessed at college.

Now this.

“What is happening in this place?” he wondered quietly.

His thoughts swirled endlessly until exhaustion slowly pulled him back into sleep once again.

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The next morning, Mahesh woke up slowly to the sound of vessels clattering outside the shop.

For a few seconds he lay still, staring at the ceiling. The events of the previous night returned to him in fragments — the scream, the voices, the dim light behind the shop.

He turned his head.

Abhi was still asleep beside him, snoring lightly with one arm stretched across the mattress.

Mahesh checked his phone.

7:15 AM

Sunlight was slipping through the window now, lighting the small hall with a pale golden glow.

Mahesh sat up and rubbed his face.

For a moment he wondered if what he had seen the night before had been real or just a strange dream.

But the memory felt too vivid.

Who was that mystery woman? he thought.

He stood up quietly and walked outside.

Vinod was already busy at the shop, preparing tea for a few men sitting at the plastic tables.

Just then Abhi appeared behind him, stretching his arms.

“Good morning, Mahi,” he said sleepily.

“Morning,” Mahesh replied.

“Man, that mattress is better than I expected,” Abhi laughed.

Mahesh forced a small smile.

His mind was still somewhere else.

The two of them quickly washed up and started preparing a simple breakfast. Mahesh toasted some bread while Abhi made a two-egg omelette for both of them. After eating, they cleaned up the small kitchen and began walking toward the college.

The morning sun had just begun to warm the road, and students were already making their way toward the campus in small groups.

Abhi stretched his arms as they walked.

“Man… first day in a new town, new college, new life,” he said dramatically.

Mahesh smiled faintly.

Abhi suddenly nudged him with his elbow.

“So,” he said with a mischievous grin.

Mahesh looked at him.

“So what?”

“What do you think about our class?”

Mahesh shrugged casually.

“It’s fine.”

Abhi laughed.

“I’m not talking about the subjects, genius. I’m talking about the girls.”

Mahesh rolled his eyes.

“You started already?”

“Of course,” Abhi said. “There are only twelve people in our class. That means we have to do proper observation.”

Mahesh shook his head, trying not to laugh.

Abhi began counting on his fingers.

“That tall girl with the white scarf… Fathima, right? She seems very sweet. Quiet type.”

Mahesh nodded.

“Yeah… she looks nice.”

“And the stylish one… Parvathi,” Abhi continued. “Definitely the modern type.”

Mahesh smiled.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

Abhi lowered his voice slightly.

“And then there is Jasia.”

Mahesh felt a small jolt in his chest.

Abhi continued casually.

“She looks innocent, but those big eyes with all that mascara… dangerous combination,” he said jokingly. “I feel like she might secretly be the bold type.”

Mahesh suddenly felt uncomfortable.

The memory of the previous day flashed in his mind — the corridor, the locked door, the voices.

He quickly pushed the thought away.

“You’re imagining too much,” Mahesh said.

Abhi laughed.

“Maybe.”

Then he grinned again.

“But the most beautiful girl in our class is obvious.”

Mahesh already knew the answer.

“Aarathi,” Abhi said.

Mahesh stayed quiet.

Abhi looked at him carefully.

“You noticed too, right?”

Mahesh tried to act normal.

“She looks… nice.”

“Nice?” Abhi said dramatically. “Bro, she looks like the heroine of a Malayalam movie.”

Mahesh couldn’t help smiling slightly.

Abhi leaned closer and whispered,

“I’m telling you something… that girl will become the center of attention in our class.”

Mahesh looked ahead toward the college gate.

For some reason, he felt that Abhi might be right.

And he had a strange feeling that his life in this new college was only just beginning.

When they entered the classroom, most of the students were already there.

Mahesh and Abhi took their seats in the last row again.

A few minutes later, Aarathi walked into the classroom.

The morning sunlight from the window fell softly across her face. She was wearing a light blue churidar that made her look even more graceful.

Yet there was something slightly different about her today. Her usual calm smile was there, but it looked a little forced — as if she was trying hard to keep her composure. Her eyes seemed tired, and for a brief moment she paused near the door before walking inside.

Mahesh noticed it, though he couldn't quite understand why.

She walked toward the empty seat near Mahesh’s row.

As she passed by, a notebook slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.

Without thinking, Mahesh quickly bent down and picked it up.

“Here,” he said, handing it to her.

Aarathi looked slightly surprised.

“Thank you.”

Her voice was soft, though there was a faint heaviness in it.

Mahesh nodded awkwardly.

“No problem.”

For a brief moment they both stood there, unsure what to say.

Aarathi gave a small polite smile and returned to her seat.

Mahesh sat down again.

Abhi leaned toward him immediately.

“So it begins,” he whispered.

Mahesh glared at him.

“Shut up.”

But for the first time since arriving at TRM College, Mahesh felt something different.

A strange mixture of curiosity, excitement, and nervousness.

And he had a feeling that this girl might become an important part of his life.

Just then, the classroom door opened again.

Jasia walked in.

She was wearing a dark green kurti with a red scarf loosely wrapped around her head. Her large eyes scanned the classroom before she walked toward her seat.

For a brief moment, her eyes met Mahesh’s.

Mahesh felt his stomach tighten.

The memory of the previous day flashed across his mind like lightning.

He quickly looked down at his notebook.

Jasia hesitated for a moment… then walked toward the back row.

She stopped near Mahesh’s desk.

“Excuse me,” she said softly.

Mahesh looked up nervously.

“Can I borrow a pen? Mine isn’t working.”

Mahesh quickly handed one to her.

“Here.”

“Thanks,” she said.

But before walking away, she held his gaze for a second longer than necessary — almost as if she was trying to read something from his face.

Then she turned and walked back to her seat.

Mahesh slowly exhaled.

Abhi leaned closer again.

“Bro…” he whispered.

“What?”

“I feel like there’s already some drama in this class.”

Mahesh forced a small smile.

“Stop imagining things.”

But deep down, Mahesh wasn’t so sure.

The classroom slowly settled into silence as the morning classes began.

The first lecture was taken by Dr. Manoj. He walked in calmly with a pile of notes in his hand and began explaining mathematical concepts on the board. His voice was steady and patient, though for many students the equations already felt intimidating.

Mahesh tried to focus on the lecture, but his mind wandered several times. Every now and then his eyes drifted toward different parts of the classroom.

Abhi was busy copying notes.

Aarathi sat quietly near the window, writing carefully in her notebook. From time to time she paused, staring outside for a brief moment before returning to her notes.

Jasia sat just beside her.

Mahesh tried not to look at her, but his eyes kept drifting back to her seat unconsciously.

She seemed normal… perhaps too normal.

She listened to the lecture attentively, occasionally adjusting the red scarf around her head.

How can she behave like nothing happened? Mahesh wondered.

The second class was taken by Dr. Arjun, whose energetic teaching style made the room feel more lively. A few students even asked questions, and the class slowly started feeling less formal.

Soon the bell rang loudly through the corridor, announcing the lunch break.

Almost immediately the classroom filled with movement as students began packing their bags and stretching after the long morning of lectures.

Abhi leaned back in his chair.

“Finally,” he said dramatically. “My brain is completely fried.”

Mahesh chuckled.

“You barely wrote anything.”

“Observation is also learning,” Abhi replied proudly.

Just then Rahul walked toward their row carrying his lunch box.

“Hey guys,” he said casually. “Mind if I sit with you during lunch?”

“Of course,” Abhi replied immediately. “We were just about to go to the canteen.”

Rahul smiled.

“Good. I haven’t explored the campus yet.”

The three of them walked out of the classroom together.

The college canteen was already buzzing with noise. Students filled almost every table, talking loudly, laughing, and sharing food.

Mahesh and Abhi found an empty table and sat down. Rahul joined them and opened his lunch box.

“My mother packed way too much food,” he said. “You guys can share if you want.”

Abhi’s eyes lit up.

“This friendship is already promising.”

They began talking about the morning classes.

“That Manoj sir’s equations are already killing me,” Abhi said dramatically.

Rahul laughed.

“Wait until the exams.”

While they were talking, Mahesh noticed something happening at the next table.

Aarathi was sitting there with her lunch.

A moment later Fathima walked in, looking around for a place to sit. Their eyes met.

Fathima smiled politely.

“Is this seat free?” she asked.

Aarathi nodded.

“Yes, please.”

They began talking quietly.

A few minutes later Jasia arrived with a cup of tea in her hand. She hesitated for a moment before sitting at the same table.

At first the conversation between the three girls was cautious — the usual first-day questions.

“Where are you from?”

“Which college did you study in before?”

“How is the hostel?”

But slowly the conversation became easier.

Fathima spoke calmly and kindly.

Jasia occasionally added small jokes that made the others laugh.

Aarathi mostly listened, but she smiled more often now.

From across the room, Abhi noticed them.

He nudged Rahul.

“Looks like the girls’ side is forming their own group.”

Rahul smiled.

“That’s normal.”

Mahesh glanced toward their table.

The three girls seemed comfortable talking together now.

Not exactly friends yet.

But something about their conversation suggested they shared a similar wavelength.

Perhaps it was the beginning of something.

Back at Mahesh’s table, the conversation continued easily.

Rahul leaned back in his chair.

“Looks like our class might end up forming a small gang.”

Abhi laughed.

“If that happens, I’m definitely the leader.”

Mahesh shook his head.

But somewhere inside, he felt Rahul might be right.

None of them realized it yet.

But the casual conversations of that afternoon were slowly shaping a friendship circle that would define their days at TRM College.

And perhaps change all of their lives in ways they could not yet imagine.

After lunch, the students slowly returned to their classroom for the final lecture of the day.

The door opened.

Dr. Arif walked into the room.

Mahesh immediately felt a strange tension in his chest.

Arif greeted the class with his usual calm smile.

“Good afternoon everyone.”

“Good afternoon, sir,” the students responded.

Mahesh tried to focus on the lecture as Arif began explaining the basics of Classical Mechanics. 
His explanations were clear and confident, and many students seemed impressed by his teaching.

But Mahesh barely heard half of what he was saying.

His attention kept shifting between the professor and Jasia.

At one point Arif walked across the classroom while explaining something on the board.

For a brief second his eyes moved toward Jasia.

It was subtle.

Almost unnoticeable.

But Mahesh saw it.

Jasia lowered her eyes immediately.

Mahesh’s heartbeat quickened.

Did anyone else notice that?

He glanced around.

Everyone else seemed focused on their notebooks.

Except Abhi, who was half asleep.

The lecture continued.

Near the end of the class, Arif closed his notebook and looked at the students.

“That’s enough for today,” he said.

Then he added casually,

“If anyone has doubts about the subject, you can come and meet me in my office later.”

Most students began packing their bags.

But as Mahesh stood up, something unusual caught his attention.

Jasia was still sitting.

She looked toward the door… then toward the corridor.

Almost as if she was waiting for something.

Then slowly she stood up and left the classroom alone.

Mahesh felt a strange pull inside him again.

The same uneasy curiosity that had dragged him to Arif’s office door the previous day.

Abhi stretched his arms beside him.

“Finally… class over,” he said lazily.

Mahesh nodded absentmindedly.

But his eyes were fixed on the corridor where Jasia had just disappeared.

A thought slowly formed in his mind.

Where is she going?

And more importantly—

Is she going to meet Arif?

Mahesh suddenly grabbed his notebook.

“I’ll come back in a minute,” he said to Abhi.

“Where are you going?” Abhi asked.

“Just… need to check something.”

Without waiting for a reply, Mahesh quietly walked out of the classroom.

Down the corridor, he saw a familiar figure turning toward the faculty rooms.

Jasia.

Mahesh slowed his steps, keeping his distance.

His curiosity was stronger than ever.

Something told him that if he followed her now…

he might discover another secret.

And this time, it might be even bigger.

He watched as Jasia’s figure disappeared down the corridor, turning left toward the faculty offices. Mahesh waited a few moments before moving again, giving her enough time to reach wherever she was going.

Then he followed.

The corridor leading to the faculty rooms was quieter than the rest of the building. The sounds of students talking faded behind him, replaced by an uneasy silence.

A few seconds later he saw her again.

Jasia was standing in front of a door near the end of the hall — the old staff records room, a small room rarely used during the day.

She knocked softly.

The door opened.

Dr. Arif stood inside.

Before Mahesh could fully process what he was seeing, Arif gently pulled her inside and closed the door behind them.

Mahesh’s heart began pounding.

So it’s true…

He moved slowly toward the door, trying not to make any sound.

He tried the handle. It was locked.

He moved to the narrow window on the side of the door, pushing aside a dusty Venetian blind slat. The view was partial, but it was enough.

Inside the small room, shelves of files created a cramped, intimate space. Jasia was standing with her back to the door, her body tense.

“I was so worried you wouldn’t come, Jasi,” Arif said, his voice a low murmur, not of command, but of genuine concern.

“I was scared, sir,” Jasia whispered back, and the familiar, formal address sent a jolt of confusion through Mahesh. 

“What if someone saw us? Yesterday was… too much. In the college, on the first day…”

“I know, Jasi. I’m sorry,” he said softly, stepping closer and gently taking her hands. 

“I couldn’t help myself. Seeing you after all this time… in my class… I lost control.” He brought her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “I missed you.”

Mahesh stared, completely bewildered. The intimate words of endearment clashed with the formal address, creating a disorienting paradox. This was not the scene of forced submission he had expected. This was an intimate, whispered conversation between… what? Two people who clearly cared deeply for each other.

“I missed you too, sir,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. “But this is dangerous. We have to be careful.”

“I know,” he said, his eyes roaming over her face. “That’s why I brought you here. No one comes to this room. We can have a few minutes. Just to be us.”

He leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't the brutal, demanding kiss Mahesh had witnessed yesterday, but a deep, tender kiss of shared longing. Jasia melted into his arms, her hands rising to cup his face, her body pressing against his. Mahesh felt a confusing mix of relief and profound disappointment. The dark, thrilling secret he thought he was uncovering was just… a love affair.
But then Arif’s hands began to roam. 

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. 
“I’ve been thinking about you all night, Jasi,” he whispered. “About this.” 

His hands moved to the hem of her kurti. 

“Can I see you? Just for a moment. It’s been too long.”

Jasia hesitated, a shy blush creeping up her neck. “Here? What if someone—”

“I locked the door, Jasi,” he assured her. “Please. It feels like I’ve been dreaming about this for years.”

His words seemed to sway her. With a soft sigh, she nodded. He smiled and slowly lifted her kurti, revealing her simple white bra. His eyes were filled with adoration as he reached behind her to unhook it. Her full, beautiful breasts spilled into his hands.

“You’re more beautiful every time I see you, Jasi,” he breathed, before lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth.

Jasia let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the filing cabinet. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her. It was a scene of pure, mutual passion. Mahesh watched, his own arousal returning, fueled by the raw intimacy of the moment. This wasn’t something forced or wrong—it was a secret engagement between two people who clearly cared for each other.

Arif worshipped her breasts for a long moment, his touch both worshipful and possessive. Then he pulled back breathing heavily. 

“I want you so much, Jasi,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. 

“But I know we can’t… not here, not yet.”

He reached down and unbuckled his belt, freeing his already hard cock. Jasia’s eyes widened, but not with fear. With a hungry, knowing gaze. 

“Then let me take care of you, sir,” she whispered, sinking to her knees before he could even ask.

She looked up at him with pure love and devotion as she took his thick shaft into her mouth. Arif groaned, his head falling back in ecstasy. Jasia’s movements were practiced and loving, her tongue and lips working in a rhythm that spoke of familiarity and deep affection. She wasn't being forced; she was pleasuring the man she loved.

Mahesh was completely mesmerized by the sight. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her sucking filled the small room, mingling with Arif’s soft moans of pleasure. It was the most intensely erotic thing he had ever seen, a secret world of shared passion he had accidentally stumbled into.

Arif’s hands tightened in her hair. “Jasi… I’m close,” he warned.

She only moaned in response, taking him deeper, her movements becoming more urgent. With a final, shuddering groan, Arif came, his body tensing as he filled her mouth. Jasia stayed with him, swallowing every drop before gently releasing him. She looked up, a small, satisfied smile on her lips as she wiped a stray drop from her chin.

Arif knelt down and pulled her into a fierce hug, kissing her deeply. “I love you, Jasi,” he whispered against her hair.

“I love you too, sir,” she replied, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

They stayed like that for a long moment, simply holding each other. Watching them, Mahesh suddenly felt like an intruder—like a peeping tom witnessing something deeply private. What he had stumbled upon was not a cheap secret to be exploited, but a quiet and tender connection hidden beneath layers of caution and strange formalities.

He didn’t wait to see them leave. Instead, he quietly walked away, his mind spinning in a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts.

He was more confused than ever.

They weren’t just a professor and his student. They were lovers who somehow balanced affection with formality—calling each other “sir” and “Jasi” in the same breath.

And the secret Mahesh now carried was no simple scandal.

It was something far more complicated—a forbidden romance wrapped in secrecy, caution, and unspoken rules.

And somehow, that made it feel even more dangerous.

Mahesh walked slowly back through the corridor, his thoughts tangled and restless.

Nothing about what he had just seen made sense.

Jasia and Dr. Arif.

Lovers.

But how?

Had they known each other before coming to this college? Were they secretly meeting even before the semester began? And why did she still call him sir even when they were alone?

The questions circled endlessly in Mahesh’s mind.

By the time he reached the classroom again, most of the students had already left.

Abhi was leaning against the desk, scrolling through his phone. The moment he saw Mahesh, he raised an eyebrow.

“Where did you disappear, man?” he asked. “You said you’d be back in a minute.”

Mahesh forced a casual smile and dropped his notebook on the desk.

“Nothing. Just… went to get some air.”

Abhi studied him for a moment.

“You look like something happened,” he said. “Did you get lost in the physics department already?”

Mahesh let out a small laugh.

“No, nothing like that.”

Abhi shrugged.

“Alright then. Let’s go before the canteen closes. I’m still hungry.”

They packed their bags and walked out of the classroom together.

The evening sun had begun to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the campus paths. Students were slowly leaving the buildings, some heading toward the main gate, others gathering in small groups under the trees.

Mahesh and Abhi walked down the sloping road that led away from the college.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Mahesh’s mind was still far away.

The image of Arif and Jasia standing together in that small records room replayed again and again in his head.

The way they spoke to each other.

The strange mix of affection and formality.

Sir… Jasi.

It made no sense.

Mahesh suddenly realized something.

This was a secret.

A dangerous one.

And now he was the only person who knew about it.

He glanced at Abhi walking beside him.

For a moment, he almost told him everything.

But the words stayed inside.

They continued walking down the quiet road toward their apartment, the small shop where vinod ran his business slowly coming into view.

Mahesh looked back once at the college building on the hill.

Somewhere inside those walls, a hidden story was unfolding.

And somehow…

he had already become part of it.

What Mahesh didn’t realize yet was that this secret and the people connected to it would soon pull him into a web of friendships, loyalties, and complications he had never imagined.

And this was only the beginning.

[Rakul1985]

What a story, what a beginning.
Hero will fuck beautiful and studious Aarathi then he will eat Nandhini Mam's pussy