Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys- Part II

[reema4uhoney]

  Chapter- 16

 

 

I was dumped on a hard chair outside the administration office, they knew what they were doing because there was no way through security without a pass. Facing a day at college was purgatory for me. Some of the nineteen-year-old girls wore their skirts as shorts as mine, except I was twenty-six and it fell awful showing off so much thigh. Tina had been right about something, none of the staff bothered to look at me properly and didn’t notice I was older than nineteen.

 

“Here…Tina…face the camera…” the exasperated woman said, the camera clicked and the woman made approving noises. “All this should have been done the day you’re registered…Go sit over there…until I call you…” She said.

 

‘They’re going to discover the subterfuge any moment; they would look at her, or the photo and demand to know who I really was.’ I thought, I took a step to leave the office, then halted; before me was a mirror, a gasp was sucked between my lips. “Oh God! It can’t be me…” I whispered. A girl wearing the same uniform nudged me, as I was blocking the door; it was even more of a shock to see we looked so much alike.  My breasts were more developed but the nineteen-year-old girl was identical. Unable to see anything except the shocking image, I staggered through the door. I sat plonked down on a hard seat and my leg began bouncing with fear. Me the adult, mature woman ceased to exist, in the mirror she’d seen a fresh faces collegegirl; looking startled and fearful. The college uniform fit better than I thought! No wonder I was getting away with the lie, I was no longer a woman, I was a collegegirl.

 

“What are you in for?” A guy asked. He was wearing a rough approximation of the college uniform, and I didn’t like the look of him; ignoring him was the only thing to do. Being reduced in status to collegegirl, I’d to do as I was told and that was to wait here.

 

“You’re still cuffed…someone should have removed them when brought through security… you must be tough character…” He snorted and dug me in the ribs to extract a reaction. His hand went up to a breast and he squeezed it.

 

“Stop that…” I hissed.

 

“You can’t do much about it…” he grinned. “Nice pair…” he said while mauling a breast. 

 

“Stop it…you boy…someone will see…” I whispered while trying to shake him off. Telling him I was an adult and should be treated with respect wasn’t going to work. My hands were tied behind my back, pushing my breasts out as though an offer. He was taking it that way.

 

I’m nineteen…I’m not a boy…” he told me.

 

“Please…stop it…” I desperately tried. I turned away from the office window, to face him It looked to him as though I was making a gift of them, he made the most of it; it was a rough handling and not arousing in the least. The fear of being caught as a mature woman, letting a teenager maul my breasts was exhilarating. It was stimulating in a strange way; the whole situation drove me into thinking of myself a collegegirl; with a naughty collegeboy fiddling with me naughty bits. Not knowing whether to encourage him or spit at him was confusing. 

 

“Trevor…leave the girl alone…Tina…I’m putting you down for a demerit…that sort of thing is not tolerated outside the principal’s office…or anywhere else in college…” She quickly added.

 

“Silence girl…I won’t listen…I’ve heard all the excuses over the years…I hope for your sake… you’re not a slut…don’t let young men take advantage of you…they won’t think highly of you if you do…” the woman lectured. I felt terrible, I wasn’t an innocent adolescent, I am a mature woman, being told not to let boys touch my breasts. It was humiliating, it had me feeling like a naughty collegegirl.

 

“Here’s your Id…put it around your neck girl…keep it there all times…Oh! I see…come here …I’ll cut those cuffs off…she will take you to the rehab class…behave yourself this week… then you can re-join your proper class next week…and remember be a good girl…” the woman sent the sentiment after me. I stuttered so badly, I missed my chance to explain the mistake, and to get out of the damn college. The woman saw what happened with that boy, making me too nervous and ashamed to explain anything quickly enough. In any case, the woman saw an embarrassed collegegirl, so complaining wouldn’t do much good. The woman cut off the cuffs and pushed me out the door. I looked at the new Id hanging around my neck and cringed, looking like a collegegirl didn’t help!

 

The college smell was dreadful in my nostrils and with every breath it was invading my body.

 

“I shouldn’t be here…” I pathetically whined.

 

“Don’t tell me…I’m not interested…I’m escorting you…as I missed a day…every moment I’m here with you…I’m missing a part of a lesson…will have to make up the time after college …here we are…Miss. Debry’s class…little advice…don’t mess with her…girl…”  The skinny one said and walked off. I walked in and showed my Id when asked for it, I heard the door click behind me and terrible feeling of being trapped silenced me.

 

“Ok…Kavita…don’t give me excuse…I know you shouldn’t be here…I’ve heard it all before …ask any of them here…they’ll give you a new set of imaginative excuse…” Miss Derby growled. I closed my mouth without getting out much of my story, rehearsing the story in my head was one thing; but telling this teacher seemed a bad idea. Telling someone I was the elder sister and that my younger sister should be here, would be a great joke. Expecting to be asked why I looked too old to be a student, I held the story ready. Except, no one had challenger me, as they just assumed, I was who I was supposed to be. Especially as I wore a college uniform. Even the Id photo conspired against me, in the photo I looked young enough and the date of birth confirmed it. I gave them my real birthday with Tina’s year and the administration woman didn’t question it. She just typed it into the computer to officially record me as Tina, a nineteen-year-old. 

 

The walk to a vacant desk was embarrassing, my bag bumped a couple of guys on the way; and I received rude comments. One of them said he would bump me later, and I didn’t need an interpreter to figure out what that meant. Sitting down on the wooden seat made me sit up straight, I pulled at the skirt, trying to stretch the hem. The feel of my bare bottom on a classroom chair was awful. Wearing a thong wasn’t advisable in a classroom shared with unruly boys. I’d changed into a college uniform but still wore my usual underwear, wearing a sexy bra and panties; under a well fitted skirt was alright. It gave me a boost of confidence, which I needed. In this classroom the blouse was too tight and the skirt was too short, wearing skimpy underwear in a classroom full of delinquent boys wasn’t a good idea.

 

It was partly that my breasts were bigger than Tina’s which made the blouse too tight, my breasts were bigger than the other girls in class which put a slight smile on my face. It hadn’t been like that in high college before this, my waist was slim; so, the skirt fitted. Pulled over my larger hips, it was far too short for a mature woman, the other girls wore them just as short so this was nothing out of the ordinary. What am I thinking? Other girls? I’m not one of the girls! I’m not a collegegirl! Sitting in class at my age was mistake, though what could I do now, except carry on with the deception. No one was going to listen to why I was here. Whatever I said, no one was going to let me leave, so it had to be endured. A question took me by surprise.

 

“Tina…are you a part of this class?” the teacher asked.

 

“Sorry Miss…it’s Hibernation…in winter…” I wondered if that was anything like an answer to what had been asked.

 

“Ok…Tina…you’ve joined us now…good girl…” Miss Derby smiled. I felt a pleasant warm feeling from the praise, answering other questions helped me to relax and feel good. The good feeling continued through to lunchtime, as I found the collegework so much easier this time around. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad after all, I scrambled through Tina’s bag looking for lunch; I’d prepared it earlier this morning. In rehab classes we weren’t allowed out of the classroom for breaks or even lunch. For a toiled break we went in pairs, the idea being; if one of us ran off from college, the other would face a punishment, so we monitored each other.

 

“Hi…Tina…I’ll be your pair for a toilet break…so, when you go…I go…” Carol introduced herself and said.

 

“Oh…Ok…Right…” I flustered, just as I did back in high college.

 

“You ok…I’m one of the alright ones here…I guess you’ll have to make that decision for yourself…” Carol laughed.

 

“Sit with me for lunch…” I asked Carol, we chatted with Carol my new friend taking over. I was trying to pick up new words or at least variations on the old words and phrases like cool, yea. Carol kept steering the conversation back to her boyfriend.

 

“Cool…he sounds alright…” I commented.

 

“Wait to you meet him…you’re not grounded are you…” Carol asked.

 

“No…I can go out whenever I like…” I laughed.

 

“We could meet up at his club…the four of us…what about your boyfriend…tell me about him…” Carol demanded.

 

“Well…he’s back in North High…so, I won’t be seeing him…he’s probably shacked up with some slut by now…” I replied as I thought of Yash.

 

“You look sad…you must miss him Tina…” Carol said.

 

“No…not him…looking forward to meeting a new guy…” I replied and smiled.

 

“Paul sits by you…he’s nice…knows it too…so he kind of moves in before you have a chance to think of saying no…he knows his way around…so be careful…” Carol said. Lunch was over and the serious business of pretending to be a student continued, it was a lot easier now I’d relaxed into the routine. Nothing had changed since I left college, it was just that the students in this class were more forward than the time I used to go college. At first, I’d hoped to be found out, once settled into the classroom, I began to like the idea of pretending to be a student. Answers to questions in geography came back to me as I read through a test paper. I settled down to ticking the boxes, enjoying the fact I at last felt confident in college.

 

“Pass the papers forward…I’ll mark them…while you study for the exams…get into pairs to test each other…” Miss Derby told us. Tina was wrong, when she said no one would check her out; all the boys in this class had, and they made their opinions known. Although some of the remarks were crude, it still left me feeling good, just being noticed was something a novelty, and a thrill. A boy brought his chair over to sit close.

 

“Hi Tina…I’m Paul…I’m your pair…do you want to suck on me…” Paul said. I tried to recall what Carol said about him, he’d a bright smile and looked nice. Was that what she said that he was nice? I wasn’t sure whether to pretend not to understand, or just ignore him; I opened the book we were supposed to study. Out of the corner of an eye I got the impression of a handsome young man of nineteen.

 

“You’re not juicy enough for me…” I blurted out. Paul laughed lightly and his eyes danced over my body, he was closely checking me out; and I caught myself hoping he would like what he saw. It was a silly thought, for he was only nineteen, although rude, it was the only chat-up line I’d had for several years. I unconsciously adjusted the blouse, pulling it tighter round my bust. The skirt was pulled at, to no effect.

 

“You should try it before rejecting it…I won’t reject you…until I’ve tried you out…” he smiled with light blue eyes drawing me in.

 

“Perhaps you’re right…you can’t judge a book by its cover…I’ve sucked on a pear…found it too soft…so, what is your pear like? Big…hard and juicy…I hope…” I said. I couldn’t believe what I was saying, it hadn’t worked either for he wasn’t fazed at all. He sat there staring at me, until I’d to lower my eyes and was turning red with embarrassment. Damn it! I was supposed to be a mature adult, and he wasn’t much more than a kid at nineteen. I looked him over and corrected my opinion, he was a handsome young man and his cock was twitching in his trousers. It was important to put him in his place, though so far shock hadn’t worked.

 

“You’ve got experience…with pears…I guess…you know how to handle a pear…I should take a look…at what you’ve got…before, I judge you…” Paul gently challenged.

 

“I’ve a lot of experience…of hard pears…I like to suck juicy pears…though I can’t get a whole pear in my mouth…so the juice dribbles down over my chest…I guess you’re right…you shouldn’t dismiss someone…without examining them properly…” I stated with a straight face. I made a suggestive pout with my lips, realising what I was doing had me heatedly blushing. Why was I saying these things to a naughty boy? I felt like a silly collegegirl, it darted into my head that he wouldn’t mind feeling a silly collegegirl. A little touch to my thigh was a surprise, it wasn’t unpleasant, so much as unexpected; it was the short hem that let me down, and that he was bolder than expected. He’d progressed from playful innuendo too quickly, but then he was an inexperienced youth.

 

I looked up to gain the teacher’s attention, asking the teacher a question would be a subtle way of putting him off. Miss. Debry had left the classroom, the fingers lightly danced over my thighs, not trying to lift the skirt. Looking around at the others, I found they wouldn’t be any help. The guys were openly kissing the girls, it was a shock to see a couple of girls necking. The sight of these young things kissing and cuddling wasn’t helping, I’d to put a stop to his wandering hands; without anyone’s help. I couldn’t think why I hadn’t brushed his hand aside or even told him off. Would he be shattered if I blatantly rejected him, the others had paired off already and he would be left without anyone. A finger ran up the inside of my thighs, and a hand at my back pulled me closer, this was too silly; letting a boy take liberties, so as not to upset him, was absurd.

 

I opened my mouth to complain, only to sigh pitifully instead. If he’d pushed his hand up my skirt without flirting, I would have been in a fit state to complain. Instead, I found myself melting in his arms and unable to utter a word of complaint. It wasn’t just him that turned me on so much, it was wearing a collegegirl’s uniform and being in a class of horny teenagers. Being relieved of all adult responsibilities left me behaving badly, I was a collegegirl again; with a handsome young guy trying it on with me. This had never happened the first time around. I felt his lips on mine and melted, his arms were holding me tight; his lips were soft and mobile. I opened my mouth to breath and his tongue slipped in to tease, my tongue found his and entwined it; around and around, playing a wonderfully sensitive game. His hand slipped up the little skirt, but I didn’t notice while concentrating on smooching. I wanted to get it right this time, for I’d little experience in high college, this was the time when teenagers practiced with eagerness.

 

When I was a teenager the slightest touch down there would have been felt, and sharply dealt with; as a married woman, experience of man had left me less sensitive to their fumbling. Paul had a very light touch and was used to being careful with an anxious teenager, this one seemed easy; though he took his time, wanting me thoroughly hooked before going all the way. As an experienced woman, I’d no fear of going all the way; but should have the strength not to.

 

“She’s back…” someone shouted. All of a sudden, they were sitting straight, pulling their clothes together. The teacher walked in and scanned the students, looking for infractions of college rules. The well-rehearsed cover-up worked again, except me; I wasn’t so expert, or quick to react.

 

“You…what’s your name girl…” The teacher shouted at the new girl. I’d gone past pretending to be my little sister, I was back in high college all over again; to became Tina the high college student. It was difficult clinging on to being an adult, when in a classroom full of adolescents and being told what to do all the time by the stern teacher.

 

“Tina…Miss…” I said as I stood up.

 

“Come here…Tina…” Teacher commanded. The class was full of miscreants, so the teacher had to keep a firm grip of them or they would get out of hand.

 

“What have you been up to girl…” Miss Derby asked.

 

“Nothing…Miss…” I replied. It felt as though I were nineteen again, and was in trouble in college. Not that I’d been in much trouble, there was a slight pleasure fluttering through me, for what I’d done. When in high college before, I hadn’t received the attention of a handsome guy.

 

“You’ve been playing around with a boy…haven’t you…” Miss Derby demanded the truth.

 

“Yes…Miss…No…Miss…” I quickly lied, looking back at Paul was a mistake, the teacher chose to ignore that as she wanted to make an example of the new girl.

 

“You’ll stand in the corner…with your hands on your head…” She demanded. Placing my hands on my head, lifted the little skirt just my cheeks, the teacher wouldn’t be bothered about a collegegirl showing off her thighs like a slut, especially not in this class. As an adult woman, I was terribly self-conscious, it was easier to handle by sinking into being just a collegegirl again. After about an hour, Miss Derby looked around to check on me, no wonder the students had laughed at me when I first stood in the corner.

 

“Go sit down girl…don’t cause me any more trouble…or you’ll be sent to the principal…the alternative to this class is the assessment centre…you really don’t want to go there…right girl…” Miss Derby warned.  

 

“Thank you, Miss…” I stammered, they didn’t cane students anymore; but at the assessment centre there were harsh punishments, though no one tell me what. Besides, it was the thought of being among the counties worst kids that frightened me. Delinquents who knew how to cause real trouble, would probably bully me.

 

“Another study session…you know your pairs…so get on with it…” the teacher told us, Paul quickly joined me and the teacher gave us both a harsh look; she wasn’t bothered with what we got up to outside of college. With the teacher gone, I smiled at the handsome young man.

 

“Thanks for keeping quite…you’re a good girl…a real beauty…” he unashamedly told me. This time I looked down and blushed not thinking of the remarks being inappropriate. Maybe it was true, but it was wrong to let a young guy talk to me like that, it wasn’t his fault; as I was in a college classroom, pretending to be nineteen. Soon it was near the last lesson of the day and I’d settled in to being just a collegegirl. Thinking of myself that way helped me keep out of trouble. Behaving normally, or as everyone thought I should, was easier as the day wore on. It was surprising how easy it came back to me, the behaviour, emotions, language and submitting to a teacher. It was all so easy. Throughout the study period he complimented my body becoming personal at times, then asking a question related to the history exam. I wasn’t going to be outdone, so complimented his looks.

 

“You two…you’re enjoying each other too much…” the teacher warned. Paul stroked my thigh under the desk, while the teacher glared at us; I dare not pull away, in case he got caught. His hand went up the skirt to find a sensitive place, and still I sat there asking history questions. He pretended to answer them, only he was saying naughty things to me.

 

“Your thighs are white…didn’t you wear short skirt in your last college?” He asked.

 

“Are you wetting your panties…or are you sexed up…” he asked, he took advantage of my hesitation to pull at the panties, while the teacher stared at us. His fingers pulled away the crotch of my panties and I felt him playing with my lips. Damn! I was stunned, unable to move; he asked me a question and I mumbled something incoherently. Surely the teacher could see my state of arousal and would stop this terrible situation. I looked up to see the teacher was busy reading, this was my chance to push him away; but he was pressing upon my bud, leaving me staggered. Maybe it was shock or arousal beyond resistance, in any case, I dare not let the teacher find out, or she would end up in the assessment centre. Carol had warned me about the place, girls weren’t safe in there.

 

The bell rang, Paul let go of me. Instead of lambasting him or silently glaring at him I simmered silently. I simmered with heat, from a well stoked vagina, it was burning hot, ready to explode; but he’d stopped stoking my red-hot furnace. It lest me on the edge of an orgasm, though, as a married woman, I was used to that. Following the others, we both left the classroom; we walked hand in hand to the student parking lot. I kept looking up at him, wondering what he was up to, and hoped he wasn’t just teasing me. Paul was nice, and I liked his company, but how far was I willing to go to keep his attention.

 

“Do you want a lift?” Paul asked.

 

“I’d better not…I’ll catch the bus…it leaves soon…” I replied. Realising I was hurrying him up by saying soon, embarrassed me; everything seemed to make me self-conscious and act gauche when around him. Realising I was acting like a silly girl with a crush, didn’t help.

 

“The seats are good…” Paul smiled. He was obvious proud of his car, I looked it over commenting how nice and shiny it was. He opened the back for me, I slid in and immediately wanted to kick myself for being so stupid. He slid in beside me before I’d even settled into the leather, he wrapped an arm around me and continued where we left off. His hot kisses started me up again, though I figured I’d been fired up all day, since he first kissed me. What in hell was it about him that had me panting? My legs had fallen apart, and he was working me up so easily.

 

It was all wrong, yet I couldn’t help falling for him. I was a mature woman on the back seat of a boy’s car being fingered. He hadn’t actually entered me, but was doing everything else; it was so nice, I didn’t want it to stop.

 

“Your bus…” he said. How could he do that to me? I was very nearly falling off the edge into a deep orgasm.

 

“yes…I’d better go…” I said and kissed him full on. On the way to the gate I almost fell, while looking back at him.

 

“Damn! I’m acting like a silly collegegirl…” I giggled. I couldn’t help having a crush on him, despite telling myself to be sensible. In my last year of high college, a crush had formed over a certain boy, but I dare not approach him. Waiting for him to notice me had been a long drawn out agony. In the end it had to be recognises, I wasn’t of interest to him. This time around I’d a handsome and clever young man, paying me delicious attention; there was no way I would let him go all the way, the thought of letting a boy have his way with her was so very funny, I laughed out loud.

 

It felt as though I was flying home from the bus stop, it was exciting and exhilarating having a collegegirl crush on a handsome young man. I skipped along the pavement, avoiding the cracks. It was all very silly, but it wouldn’t last for long. While it lasted, I would hold onto the glorious fun of it. It would be amusing taking my little sister’s place in college, until going back to the boring responsibilities of adulthood. Why not relax and enjoy myself for a few days?

 

 

*****End of Chapter- 16*****