30-10-2021, 05:10 PM
I finished my work-out at the gym, and reached home at around 8 pm. This was normally the time, Kalpana aunty came home to deliver my dinner. I didn’t change, but continued to do some free weights at home in my gym outfit of a track pant, tight t-shirt, and sneakers. I wanted to show off my physique to Kalpana aunty again when she came, for I thought I had sensed her looking at me earlier in the day. The doorbell rang within a few minutes, and I expectantly opened the door. But it was not Kalpana aunty. Instead, it was her daughter Jigna, with my tiffin box in her hand. I was pleasantly surprised. She smiled at me, and told me she had come to deliver my tiffin. She was still in that college uniform which I found incredibly hot.
As I took it from her hand, she turned to leave. I stopped her and said “Why don’t you come inside Jigna? Let us both have a Thums Up, which I have in the fridge”. She seemed to struggle for a minute, and then brightened up and said “Oh Jignesh bhai, I love cold drinks!” I fetched a bottle of Thums Up. As she drank from it, I noticed she looked a bit low & depressed. I sat next to her, and asked her what the matter was. She was silent for a moment, and then broke into sobs, crying “We are going for a 3-day tour from college, and all my friends are going, but pappa is saying I cannot go. He says we don’t have the money now” she sobbed. “I asked mummy to give me money, but she does not have enough. The fee is 2,000 rupees for the whole trip. Mummy is also saying we are not rich like other people, so I cannot go” she continued. “Oh Jignesh bhai, I want to go … I want to go … next year will be eleventh class, and then my college will be over … this is the last chance I have to go with all my class friends. And when I started crying saying I wanted to go, he slapped me …” she cried, and broke down sobbing with her face buried in her hands.
I got up quickly, and closed the door which was open. I then sat down next to her on the sofa, my thighs touching her thighs, and put my left arm on her shoulders. Her skirt had again ridden up above her knees, and I placed my palms on her bare knee. I rubbed her shoulders gently, and tried to console her. She leant towards me, and continued sobbing with her head resting on my chest just near my shoulder.
As I continued to rub her shoulder and back, I could feel that she was wearing a petticoat (like a slip) under her college shirt. I took my hands off her shoulders, got off the sofa, and knelt in front of her. I took her hands in mine, and pulled her chin up and asked her to stop crying. “Jigna, don’t cry. I am there no? I will speak to your pappa and mummy, and I will give you the money for your picnic. Don’t worry ok … everything will be fine” I consoled her. She finally stopped sobbing, and looked at me hopefully with those big eyes. “Really, Jignesh bhai … will you do that!” she asked incredulously. “But what if pappa & mummy still say no?” she asked despondently. “Don’t you worry, baby … I will handle them” I reassured her. As I spoke, my hands were caressing her bare knee, and I slowly slid my hand a little up to her exposed thighs above the knees. I kept consoling and reassuring her, as my hands felt the bare skin of her knees and thighs.
I didn’t want to scare her off, so I stood up. She too jumped up and flung her hands around me and hugged me, saying “Oh Jignesh bhai, thank you … thank you … thank you so much” she kept saying again and again. Once again, I felt a current go thru me as I felt her hot firm body against mine, and her firm young breasts pressed against my lower chest. Her head reached only up to my chest, and she had pressed her cheeks against my chest and was holding me tight. I continued to caress her back, as I felt my cock grow hard in my pants. I took a chance and pressed my crotch into her body, as I continued to hold her tight. After a while, she let go off me, and said “Oh, I need to run home now, or they will start worrying”. “When will you speak to them, Jignesh bhai?” I was thinking about the same thing myself. “I will come to your house after I finish dinner, on the pretext of returning the tiffin box. I will tell them that I wanted to take the bike out for a spin in the night, and thought I might as well drop in and return the empty tiffin box” I replied. She cheered up on my suggestion, and the smile returned to her face. “I will wait for you Jignesh bhai” she called out as she ran home with a spring in her step.
I showered, finished my dinner, and headed for Kalpana aunty’s house. As I rang the bell, the door was once again opened by Jatin bhai. He was surprised to see me, but before he could say anything I told him I had dropped in to return the tiffin. He was effusive in his thanks, muttering “Arre Jignesh bhai, you should not have taken the trouble … but we are happy to see you again today … if only you had told us earlier, we could have had the honor of serving you food here in our house …” He put his arms around me, and led me inside, yelling “Kalpu, see who is here …”. He smelt of some cheap booze, and I gathered he had been drinking. Kalpana aunty came out of the kitchen, wiping her face with the pallu of her sari, and a smile lit up her face when she saw me. Jatin bhai was in a garrulous mood, and soon he took me aside and told me in a conspiratory tone “If you don’t mind beta, would you like to have a drink with me? I know you are young, and I don’t know if you will drink the desi daaru that I drink, but … “his voice trailed off with a sly smile playing on his lips.
I knew I had him there. Give a drinker a free drink, lend him some money, and you have him in your pocket. I replied in an equally sly manner, “Jatin bhai, I have drunk only whisky which my father gets home from his friends in the military canteen, and also I have drunk quite a few times with my college friends at parties. I would surely like to have a drink with you … In fact I can go home and fetch a bottle of Scotch lying in my dad’s cupboard … but I am not sure what Kalpana aunty will think …” He responded with relief in his voice, and slapping me on my back said “Oh don’t you worry about her …. if you say yes, she will not object. Let me just run and get something to munch with the drinks … you run home and get that bottle” he said almost salivating at the thought of drinking some expensive foreign liquor.
He quickly pulled on his shirt, and went out on his rickety scooter. Kalpana aunty and Jigna came out into the room, wondering what was going on. I explained to Kalpana aunty that I did not want to disappoint her husband, and therefore had agreed to have a drink with me. “Don’t worry aunty; I had a reason to agree to this. I wanted to sit and have a talk with him regarding his business, and also wanted to speak to him about Jigna’s picnic tour from college”. Kalpana aunty looked at Jigna with some anger at having involved me in their problems. Sensing the poor girl’s dilemma, I interjected and said that it is I who had proposed that she go, and I explained to her that I intended to sponsor her trip. Kalpana aunty was silent again for a while, and then said in a small voice, “Beta, you are doing so much for us … how will we ever repay your debt?” I held her hand again, and said in my most convincing voice “Aunty, all I want is you to love me …” and smiled at her in what I imagined conveyed more than just my words.
I went back home, and quickly came back with the bottle of Johnny Walker that my dad had left in his cupboard. I’d figure out a way to replace it before he comes, I thought to myself. Jatin bhai was back by the time I returned to their place. As we drank, I slowly broached the topic of Jigna’s picnic tour, and by the time he was on his second drink, I had convinced him about it. The fat bastard was so full of false gratefulness for me that he all but kissed my hand, when I informed him I’ll pay her tour fees. After he’d finished his fourth drink, he was sufficiently drunk, and was ready to have dinner. I took my leave, and went back home.
To be continued ...
Last edited by HardyBoys : 2nd February 2010 at 11:42 PM.
As I took it from her hand, she turned to leave. I stopped her and said “Why don’t you come inside Jigna? Let us both have a Thums Up, which I have in the fridge”. She seemed to struggle for a minute, and then brightened up and said “Oh Jignesh bhai, I love cold drinks!” I fetched a bottle of Thums Up. As she drank from it, I noticed she looked a bit low & depressed. I sat next to her, and asked her what the matter was. She was silent for a moment, and then broke into sobs, crying “We are going for a 3-day tour from college, and all my friends are going, but pappa is saying I cannot go. He says we don’t have the money now” she sobbed. “I asked mummy to give me money, but she does not have enough. The fee is 2,000 rupees for the whole trip. Mummy is also saying we are not rich like other people, so I cannot go” she continued. “Oh Jignesh bhai, I want to go … I want to go … next year will be eleventh class, and then my college will be over … this is the last chance I have to go with all my class friends. And when I started crying saying I wanted to go, he slapped me …” she cried, and broke down sobbing with her face buried in her hands.
I got up quickly, and closed the door which was open. I then sat down next to her on the sofa, my thighs touching her thighs, and put my left arm on her shoulders. Her skirt had again ridden up above her knees, and I placed my palms on her bare knee. I rubbed her shoulders gently, and tried to console her. She leant towards me, and continued sobbing with her head resting on my chest just near my shoulder.
As I continued to rub her shoulder and back, I could feel that she was wearing a petticoat (like a slip) under her college shirt. I took my hands off her shoulders, got off the sofa, and knelt in front of her. I took her hands in mine, and pulled her chin up and asked her to stop crying. “Jigna, don’t cry. I am there no? I will speak to your pappa and mummy, and I will give you the money for your picnic. Don’t worry ok … everything will be fine” I consoled her. She finally stopped sobbing, and looked at me hopefully with those big eyes. “Really, Jignesh bhai … will you do that!” she asked incredulously. “But what if pappa & mummy still say no?” she asked despondently. “Don’t you worry, baby … I will handle them” I reassured her. As I spoke, my hands were caressing her bare knee, and I slowly slid my hand a little up to her exposed thighs above the knees. I kept consoling and reassuring her, as my hands felt the bare skin of her knees and thighs.
I didn’t want to scare her off, so I stood up. She too jumped up and flung her hands around me and hugged me, saying “Oh Jignesh bhai, thank you … thank you … thank you so much” she kept saying again and again. Once again, I felt a current go thru me as I felt her hot firm body against mine, and her firm young breasts pressed against my lower chest. Her head reached only up to my chest, and she had pressed her cheeks against my chest and was holding me tight. I continued to caress her back, as I felt my cock grow hard in my pants. I took a chance and pressed my crotch into her body, as I continued to hold her tight. After a while, she let go off me, and said “Oh, I need to run home now, or they will start worrying”. “When will you speak to them, Jignesh bhai?” I was thinking about the same thing myself. “I will come to your house after I finish dinner, on the pretext of returning the tiffin box. I will tell them that I wanted to take the bike out for a spin in the night, and thought I might as well drop in and return the empty tiffin box” I replied. She cheered up on my suggestion, and the smile returned to her face. “I will wait for you Jignesh bhai” she called out as she ran home with a spring in her step.
I showered, finished my dinner, and headed for Kalpana aunty’s house. As I rang the bell, the door was once again opened by Jatin bhai. He was surprised to see me, but before he could say anything I told him I had dropped in to return the tiffin. He was effusive in his thanks, muttering “Arre Jignesh bhai, you should not have taken the trouble … but we are happy to see you again today … if only you had told us earlier, we could have had the honor of serving you food here in our house …” He put his arms around me, and led me inside, yelling “Kalpu, see who is here …”. He smelt of some cheap booze, and I gathered he had been drinking. Kalpana aunty came out of the kitchen, wiping her face with the pallu of her sari, and a smile lit up her face when she saw me. Jatin bhai was in a garrulous mood, and soon he took me aside and told me in a conspiratory tone “If you don’t mind beta, would you like to have a drink with me? I know you are young, and I don’t know if you will drink the desi daaru that I drink, but … “his voice trailed off with a sly smile playing on his lips.
I knew I had him there. Give a drinker a free drink, lend him some money, and you have him in your pocket. I replied in an equally sly manner, “Jatin bhai, I have drunk only whisky which my father gets home from his friends in the military canteen, and also I have drunk quite a few times with my college friends at parties. I would surely like to have a drink with you … In fact I can go home and fetch a bottle of Scotch lying in my dad’s cupboard … but I am not sure what Kalpana aunty will think …” He responded with relief in his voice, and slapping me on my back said “Oh don’t you worry about her …. if you say yes, she will not object. Let me just run and get something to munch with the drinks … you run home and get that bottle” he said almost salivating at the thought of drinking some expensive foreign liquor.
He quickly pulled on his shirt, and went out on his rickety scooter. Kalpana aunty and Jigna came out into the room, wondering what was going on. I explained to Kalpana aunty that I did not want to disappoint her husband, and therefore had agreed to have a drink with me. “Don’t worry aunty; I had a reason to agree to this. I wanted to sit and have a talk with him regarding his business, and also wanted to speak to him about Jigna’s picnic tour from college”. Kalpana aunty looked at Jigna with some anger at having involved me in their problems. Sensing the poor girl’s dilemma, I interjected and said that it is I who had proposed that she go, and I explained to her that I intended to sponsor her trip. Kalpana aunty was silent again for a while, and then said in a small voice, “Beta, you are doing so much for us … how will we ever repay your debt?” I held her hand again, and said in my most convincing voice “Aunty, all I want is you to love me …” and smiled at her in what I imagined conveyed more than just my words.
I went back home, and quickly came back with the bottle of Johnny Walker that my dad had left in his cupboard. I’d figure out a way to replace it before he comes, I thought to myself. Jatin bhai was back by the time I returned to their place. As we drank, I slowly broached the topic of Jigna’s picnic tour, and by the time he was on his second drink, I had convinced him about it. The fat bastard was so full of false gratefulness for me that he all but kissed my hand, when I informed him I’ll pay her tour fees. After he’d finished his fourth drink, he was sufficiently drunk, and was ready to have dinner. I took my leave, and went back home.
To be continued ...
Last edited by HardyBoys : 2nd February 2010 at 11:42 PM.
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