Misc. Erotica Chronicles of a Promiscuous Male

[punjabimard]

Post 6 - Poverty, Ambition, Love and Politics

As I had mentioned in my previous post, I did not have any sex for nearly two years in college. When I look back, I made quite a few mistakes and the tide was also against me. In the government quarters, I was the only male student and quite successful at that, which made girls gravitate towards me. Also, by stroke of luck, I was able to entice feelings of jealousy amongst females. Now in college, I was not the only male and I was neither the baddest boy in class nor the most intelligent.

College started in August, I had taken PCM as I was considered to be a brilliant student. My parents were having high hopes from me. However, I was finding the transition hard.

One, the medium of instruction changed from Hindi to English, which was like an alien language. Two, I was a daily commuter to the city. Traveling took away some 2 and 1/2 hours to and fro.

I pleaded my case to my father. My classmates used to go to tutions and I also wanted to pay hefty sums to my teachers. Also, I wanted to shift to hostel so as to save time on traveling. My father shot down both my requests. I had never realized that how difficult it was for him to make the ends meet.

PCM also meant very few girls in class. However one particular '. girl caught my fancy. Sabeena had round face, blunt cut hair, was fair, 5-2 hieght, fullsome lips and long nose. Her boobs looked tight though small and her ass was mmmmmmmmm a sight to see when she walked swaying her tight lil ass. She was not only the most beautiful girl of the total of six girls in my section, but one of the most beautiful girls in the college and the most beautiful girl I ever met in life till then.

There is a saying the birds of same feather flock together. It was no diffirent for her. She was always in the company of Tabassum. Another '. girl, though not as pretty as Sabeena, she had bigger boobs and was more vivacious. She was a PCB student. They both used to stay in the same colony, later I came to know that mothers of both these girls were actually sisters.

Back in the colony, Pooja's father was transferred to a newer place and Seema decided to do her college from another city sixty KM in the other direction. Her aunt used to stay in that city. I started making some money by taking tutions, which by far was not enough.

The shocker came within two months. I was almost at the bottom of the class in Chemistry and somewhere in the middle in Physics and Mathematics. The reasoning was my lack of command on English and further lack of interest in studies. My time was spent more on fantasizing about Sabeena and writing long love-letters to Seema at her college address, which she responded at my college address.

We made numerous plans to meet and fuck during her fortnightly visits to the colony, but all came to naught.

And then I revolted against my father. I wanted to pick up a part time job in the city. In a company making Stablizers and Invertors (a new thing). Another bird of the same feather was working there and earning a royal sum of Rs. 950/- per month, working 4 hours a day soldering the PCBs. I eventually planned to take a room on rent in the city and concentrate on studies (Hahaha, really I wanted to concentrate on studies...).

However, a truce was reached. I could pick up that job and stay in the hostel and if my performance dipped, I would be called back. So I joined hostel and within few days Babri Masjid was demolished.

Though the complete town remained peaceful albeit a little tense, the macho men in us few guys wanted to protect the '. girl in our class. The sense of protection created more out of the wish to get closer to the beautiful girl. I guess I was the only boy in the class with facial hair, which I refused to trim, hence needlessly 3-4 guys started escorting Sabeena and Tabassum back to their home. This also provided me the opportunity to get closer to them. And I wrote my first piece of poetry for Sabeena. I also gifted her a perfume. Tea Rose. I still recall the name. Here I made a classic mistake, I pedestalized Sabeena and for quite sometime did not try to do anything physical with her. On the other hand, I played pranks with Tabassum, who reciprocated, we even held hands and got into physical jostling in which I groped her quite a few times.

However, time ran faster. Though Sabeena and I had gotten closer and professed our love to each other. There was no physical relationship. None was possible I guess.

In Jan of 1994, I was called back at my home. The idea was to study, study, study and study and get into a good engineering college. The classes were abandoned and I used to study for 5-6-7 hours a day.

And then the tragedy struck, which also resulted in me netting my third pussy. The most interesting girl of my life. About which I shall I write later.

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I later managed to fuck Tabassum as well and had a roaring seven year long affair (though sexless) with Sabeena, but that is at a lot later stage.