18-06-2022, 05:37 PM
For all that Nirali only ever had one "serious" relationship it was with a guy named Mit, I never understood what she saw in him, she was clearly smarter than him and he treated her like shit, and I suspected had cheated on her a few times, I only ever once obliquely mentioned my thoughts to her but she brushed them off and I did not bring it up again. We had finals coming up in the next few weeks and predictably started seeing less of each other, I had just gotten the heave ho a relationship so I had a lot of time to study, Nirali though spent most of her time with Mit and not quite enough studying. I tried to get her to buckle down and study but she ignored me, eventually I decided that she was a big girl and I needed to get my own shit together, I spent a good 2 weeks with my nose in some kind of reference tome or the other, caffeine and sleep deprivation were my constant companions.
Eventually though I had one of those nights where my body just could not take it anymore and I fell asleep in the library, fortunately the University kept the library open till midnight during finals and that's when I was shaken awake by the night guard, I gathered up my books and walked back to my apartment. It was a muggy night, as nights in India tend to be, fortunately I lived close to the university and reached my building inside ten minutes, I pushed open the main gate and that's when I saw Nirali sitting in the lobby crying. I slowly sat next to her and asked, "What's wrong Niru?"
She said, "I had the most horrible day you can imagine."
I responded with, "Tell me, later, we need to get you upstairs first"
We took the stairs up to my apartment; I lived alone so it was in the usual single guy state of borderline health hazard. I pushed some junk off the couch, got her seated and got out the beers, I imagined her bad day had something to do with Randy and her next words proved me right.
"He cheated on me!
I hate watching girls cry, I'm usually at a loss on what is proper etiquette but even I knew an arm around her was the right thing to do. I could feel the hot tears sock into my cotton shirt.
"And to think tonight was the night I planned to make him my first," she continued weepily.
This was something we never spoke about before; I'd always wondered if Nirali had, had her cherry popped; now I knew.
"Niru, sweet heart, he's an asshole to pull this kind of bull shit on an amazing girl like you, any retard who would throw away a beautiful, sweet, loving and sexy girl like you has his head up some other retard's ass."
In hindsight I realize I could have ended that more forcefully but it seemed to work, she looked up, into my eyes and asked
"You think I'm sexy?" she cooed.
"Of course I think you're sexy, what kind of silly question is that? In any case I always thought he was no good for you, you'll be glad you saved yourself for someone who really cares about you."
She looked at me thoughtfully and said "You're right."
The next thing I know she leaned into me and our lips were kissing, I was taken aback, but enough of a guy to kiss her back immediately. I put my hand gently on the back of her neck. She opened her mouth in response. Our tongues touched lightly at first then soon flowered into an all-out explosion of passion.
Eventually though I had one of those nights where my body just could not take it anymore and I fell asleep in the library, fortunately the University kept the library open till midnight during finals and that's when I was shaken awake by the night guard, I gathered up my books and walked back to my apartment. It was a muggy night, as nights in India tend to be, fortunately I lived close to the university and reached my building inside ten minutes, I pushed open the main gate and that's when I saw Nirali sitting in the lobby crying. I slowly sat next to her and asked, "What's wrong Niru?"
She said, "I had the most horrible day you can imagine."
I responded with, "Tell me, later, we need to get you upstairs first"
We took the stairs up to my apartment; I lived alone so it was in the usual single guy state of borderline health hazard. I pushed some junk off the couch, got her seated and got out the beers, I imagined her bad day had something to do with Randy and her next words proved me right.
"He cheated on me!
I hate watching girls cry, I'm usually at a loss on what is proper etiquette but even I knew an arm around her was the right thing to do. I could feel the hot tears sock into my cotton shirt.
"And to think tonight was the night I planned to make him my first," she continued weepily.
This was something we never spoke about before; I'd always wondered if Nirali had, had her cherry popped; now I knew.
"Niru, sweet heart, he's an asshole to pull this kind of bull shit on an amazing girl like you, any retard who would throw away a beautiful, sweet, loving and sexy girl like you has his head up some other retard's ass."
In hindsight I realize I could have ended that more forcefully but it seemed to work, she looked up, into my eyes and asked
"You think I'm sexy?" she cooed.
"Of course I think you're sexy, what kind of silly question is that? In any case I always thought he was no good for you, you'll be glad you saved yourself for someone who really cares about you."
She looked at me thoughtfully and said "You're right."
The next thing I know she leaned into me and our lips were kissing, I was taken aback, but enough of a guy to kiss her back immediately. I put my hand gently on the back of her neck. She opened her mouth in response. Our tongues touched lightly at first then soon flowered into an all-out explosion of passion.
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