Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys- Part II

[reema4uhoney]

  Chapter- 17

 

 

 

“Hi Di! I’m home from college…how are you…had a good day…like I did…” I enthused, with my sister Tina. Tina was dreading me arriving home, thinking I would be angry as hell. There was a funny side, when I was accidentally sent back to college. It was a surprise for her when I bounced, in full of vigour. Playing truant was dealt with harshly in this country, and Tina had an interview; when the security guy came to collect her, she’d talked me into posing as her, in a collegegirl uniform. Taking the opportunity to talk herself out of going to college was a good idea. Unfortunately, everything went wrong and I ended up being dragged to college instead of her. It gave her the chance to attend the important interview which went well. How her elder sister coped with going to college in her place was a mystery. Tina was pleased I wasn’t mad with her as she’d pushed me into wearing the college uniform, so it was all her fault.

 

“Well…I’m pleased to see you survived college…how was it…” Tina asked me.

 

“Like…yea…fab…” I mimicked those in my class. We laughed together and Tina told me “Lay the table…dinner is nearly ready…it’s a special treat…your favorite…” Cooking dinner for Reema was the least she could do, after her elder’s sister gallant sacrifice.

 

“Ok, Di…like…whatever…” I said. Tina frowned at me, with a look of curiosity. I was using teens language on arriving home, but this time I hadn’t been joking. After being in a class all day, I must have picked up the teenage phrases and was automatically using them. It was surprising I hadn’t gone straight to my room to change out of the college uniform, dressed like that I looked like a collegegirl; and could pass for one of nineteen-years-old girl. However, I was twenty-six and this morning I sounded and behaved like an adult. I was smiling and singing some hip-hop song about a boyfriend.

 

‘Language!’ Tina heavily said, she sounded like me but the lyrics were too rude to let go.

 

“Sorry, Di…like…it was just a song…yea…I know…sorry…” I said. Tina took a good look at me again, playing at being a student all day had really taken over and I needed to wind down. What did they call it? She needed to be de-briefed. At least I didn’t come home complaining to high heaven about how bad it was, that’s why she was cooking dinner for her elder sister. It was the least she could do, after having her sent back to college.

 

“How was your interview?” I asked Tina.

 

“Great…they offered me a starting position…it’s a bigger corporation than I thought…I’d love to work there…it’s so relaxed…they work when they feel like it…though everyone puts a lot into the work…more so…because it’s so relaxed…” Tina tried to explain.  

 

“Like…sounds real…fab…yea…” I said, I sounded distracted as though thinking about something else and wasn’t there.

 

“Do you have homework?” Tina asked.

 

“Like…yea…I do…” I said and rolled my eyes. That was something else I’d started doing, rolling my eyes and making a tut noise with my tongue. While we were eating Tina wondered what had got into me. It seemed I actually enjoyed going to college, I was playing this game for my own reasons; which Tina couldn’t fathom just yet. Tina wondered when the silly act would end. Tina was finding this new behaviour annoying, so tried to snap me out of it; treating me like a collegegirl might work, especially if it was unpleasant.  

 

“As soon as you’ve finished your chores…do your homework…then we’ve a serious talk… girl…” Tina firmly stated.

 

“Ok…no…probs…nice lasagne…Di…” I agreed.

 

Why was she calling me Di? Tina figured I’d won something, by getting me to do what should have been her chores and homework. Tina would be taking the homework to college tomorrow, so she’d better check it was right. There was silence between us while we thought about our own dreams and wishes. Tina wanted to take the job, she hadn’t told me they thought she was older, so they offered her a full-time salaried position instead of the interns’ job. In turn she completed the application with her elder’s sister name and age. I was trying to justify an innocent crush on a handsome nineteen-year-old. It had been wrong to let him kiss me, as that was leading him on. How would he feel when I told him they’d to stop seeing each other? It would be awkward as friends and they most definitely couldn’t play around. He was nineteen, and a twenty-six he seemed to be a boy. When I was in class it was easy to forget our ages, as I sank back into being nineteen again. It didn’t seem right telling Tina about him, Tina would think I am mad having such a young boyfriend. Somehow it has to be explained why I felt so happy about going to college tomorrow. A thrill darted through my whole body; it had been fun going to college, that feeling was so unexpected it made me laugh. The feeling was partly from relief, when the weight of responsibility was lifted from my shoulders. It also felt good, because I was so successful in class this time around, then there was my boyfriend; the handsomest boy in class, maybe the entire college. It brought out a bright blush from just thinking about him.

 

“Like…I meant to tell you…this heavy class is…like for a whole week…I’ve got a name tag… an Id…really…I’ll have to keep going…you can take over next week…in the proper class… like, I figured it out…yea…you tell them…you lost your If…then get your new Id with your picture…like…that way they won’t notice the changeover…” I beamed at Tina. Tina was shocked from the way I spoke, it sounded as though I was gargling, and talking from the throat. I was sitting there showing off the ID with Tina’s name and my own photo. My birthday and Tina’s year of birth was on the ID. It was a shock to see the small photo and date of birth looked right.   

 

Damn it! In the photo her elder sister looked like a nineteen-year-old collegegirl! What was stranger still, was that I looked full of eager anticipation; Tina tried to look at me as though I were a stranger. If she hadn’t known better, I looked young enough for the part; especially now I talked and behave like a teenager. It wasn’t just the clothes and make-over, it was the way I spoke, and held myself. It had only been one day, and I’d reverted to an earlier age. I wasn’t playing around to annoy Tina; I was really heavily into the role.

 

“You sure you don’t mind…a whole week in college…can you do that?” Tina asked.

 

“Yea…I can do it…you were right…none of the staff really looked at me…not even the class teacher…the boys checked me out though…” I said with spontaneous laughter.

 

“I’ll spank you…if you get up to anything with boys…in class you must be a good girl…” Tina pretended to be shocked and told me. The harshness of voice was more than intended, from being annoyed with me. The patronising tone of voice didn’t work, as I remained in the collegegirl role. Even more unexpected was my response.

 

“Sorry, Di…I promise to be a good girl in class…” I humbly spoke. We both laughed, though it was more from embarrassment, rather than humour. Tina expected me to snap out of it, after taunting me. A look of guilt and embarrassment coloured my cheeks which had Tina wondering what happened in college. My strange behaviour was becoming scary for her.

 

“You didn’t tell me how it went…you seem to have settled in…” Tina carefully said.

 

“It soon came back to me…so…like…I answered the teacher’s questions…okay…as long as everyone is quite…no one makes trouble…the teacher leaves us to it…the other girls language is different…yea…I mean…like from my old college…it’s not too different though…I made friends with Carol and Paul…he’s nice…err…they’re both fab…like…really nice…” I quickly covered up my mistake, afraid to mention Paul. Tina questioned me, but didn’t manage to trip me up, nothing exciting happened, or at least; I didn’t admit to anything. Tina thought about spending a week working in the company while I covered for her at college.

 

Tina liked the idea, and smiled at me, I was concentrating on homework; we were both happy, so it seemed thing had worked out well after all.

 

“All done…like…can I go to my room?” I asked my younger sister Tina.

 

“Sure honey…” Tina replied and realised she sounded like her elder sister. I skipped off to my room, singing some new song. Even Tina hadn’t heard it yet, she pulled something out of the freezer for tomorrow, not noticing what it was. It was worrying how I was acting, was this some bizarre punishment for sending me back to college? It also had an effect upon her, which was unsettling. Tina thought. 

 

It took some thinking through but Tina figured out why my behaviour was so weird. During college I joined a drama class to overcome shyness and the teacher used method-acting techniques. Being passive was a part of my basic character and couldn’t be shrugged off so easily. I was now using the same technique to get into the role of collegegirl, the acting experience seemed to work; as I hadn’t been found out. I’d convinced everyone in college that I was a nineteen-year-old student. Of course, it could be something completely different, Tina just wisher I would leave the act at college. At first Tina tried to shock me out of it, but gave up and joined in the subterfuge; it would only have to put up until the weekend. With me posing as her in college, Tina could attend the company, while I enjoyed the experience of re-living high college.

 

Tuesday was my second day at college and I was pleased to be in class, there was no thought of telling anyone who I really was; as the idea of escape had passed. It was all coming back from years past, except now I’d more experience of life. Being top of the class academically was a great boost to my ego, just as importantly, I wasn’t far off being top of the class socially. With Paul as my boyfriend, I noticed the envious looks from other collegegirls; one girl was audacious enough to ask how well he kissed.

 

Using the name, Tina, rather than mine, helped escape the adult persona, having a boyfriend in college was going too far; though it did help keep me in character. The boy had a way about him, that had me melting in his arms, the determination to be just friends, quickly wore off. He reminded me of a heart throb from the past, only this time he took interest in me. 

 

“I don’t know why you’re here…Tina…No…I don’t want to know…” Carol said.

 

“Hey…like…it’s complicated…” I sighed.

 

“You’re good at lessons…right…you’ve a top boyfriend…yea…you’ve only been here a day …so, don’t bunk off classes again…” Carol told me.

 

“Like…that’s so nice of you…yea…you’re a good friend…Carol…” I said, and touched my new friend’s finger with my fingertips.

 

“I was just telling you…” Carol said, looking embarrasses from the shared emotion.

 

“I know…yea…I promise not to get into trouble…” I told her. Two of us were in girl’s toilets and had to hurry back. Seeing us together, it was difficult to believe one of us was twenty-six. Both of us looked and sounded like nineteen-years-old.

 

“No running in the corridor…” a teacher shouted, he came to us and looked at our Id’s.

 

“Tina…what class are you in?” He asked.

 

“Miss Derby’s class…Sir…” I said, looking suitably chastened with head down.

 

“You’ve been let out to go to the rest-room?” he asked.

 

“Yes Sir…” I said, feeling embarrassed from the questioning and his attitude.

 

“Pull your socks up girl…remember to keep your uniform neat and clean all times…you need a better fitting uniform…you’re growing out of that one…” he remarked. The blouse was a bit tight and the skirt a bit short but I knew that. As Reema, the twenty-six years-old woman, I would have put the young teacher in his place but as Tina, a student there was nothing I could do. A teacher’s demeaning attitude had to be accepted in a humble way. If he decided to punish me, I would have to take it, if he kept me in after college, Tina would wonder why and would find I’d been naughty in college. There was nothing for it, I would have to keep my mouth shut and give in to this male domination. The teacher was a little younger than me, and handsome, he thought he was dealing with a collegegirl and that meant my adult status had been lost. A shiver ran down my back, on realising it left me completely at his mercy, his authority and power left me feeling week and vulnerable.

 

Yet unaccountably, I sizzled with arousal; I imagined him pulling me by the ear to his classroom, to be canned for being a naughty girl. Bent over a desk, he would see my bare bum being striped red and my sex opening up, glistening wet. The feeling of sexual arousal was as potent at his power over me.

 

“Well…you two…you’d better get back to Miss Derby…” He said and looked at me with curiosity, wondering what had gotten into the her, dismissing her from his thoughts; he carried on to take over his next class.

 

“He’s nice…isn’t he…” Carol giggled.

 

“I didn’t notice…he’s a teacher…” I shrugged.

 

“He didn’t look at your ass…when you bent over to pull up your socks…” Carol said.

 

“Well…I should hope not…” I exclaimed.

 

“Then…why did you bend over showing off your ass…” Carol innocently asked, though a mischievous look went with the words. Carol laughed at me, as my friend’s reaction was obvious. She wouldn’t have guessed her friend imagined being caned by him, and that was why she was worked up. Dressed as a collegegirl in front of a man around my age, was felt to be naughty. The teacher could have canned me for being naughty collegegirl and that added to the sexual thrill. How could I explain that to Carol? As soon as we sat down the teacher called a study period and scooted out of the classroom. Paul pulled his chair over to me, as he was the other half of the study pair. Other guys in class looked at him with envy.

 

“Nice…” One of them called across the classroom.

 

“Shush…stupid…” a couple of classmates put him down.

 

“Tina…he likes your tits…” Paul smiled.

 

“Hey…that’s no way to talk to me…” I complained, nevertheless, I smiled at the compliment. Back in high college and even in college, my bust was underdeveloped. Not now it wasn’t, obviously; the guys were interested and I enjoyed it even if they didn’t show much respect. Paul leaned forward to block everyone’s view of me top half, I thought he was about to kiss me.

 

“No flaunting them…they’re mine…” Paul said and pinched my nipples.

 

“Hey…that’s hurt…let go…” I quietly complained, but didn’t pull away. Paul fondled my breasts, pretending to ease the pain, I went along with it; for a moment, before pulling away.

 

“Your tits are the biggest in this class…only Angela in the next class has bigger ones…besides …you’re my girlfriend…they belong to me…don’t they…” He heavily told me.

 

“What do you mean…they belong to you?” I grumbled.

 

“You’re my girlfriend…I think you’re wonderful…you look pretty…innocent when you blush …I love the way you flick your hair away from your eyes…I love the way you walk and talk… you don’t talk the same as other girls here…still…I like the sound of your voice…its soothing…” He said, while holding my hands. Although he spoke awkwardly, it was innocent and genuine, a delightful feeling washed through me; wiping away the annoyance. His honeyed words combined with a magical touch, added to an already aroused state. Just staring into his eyes was stoking me up. The class was for delinquents, otherwise we wouldn’t have gotten away with playing around in the classroom. Back then, I would never have dared let someone touch my breasts, even outside of college. No one was taking any notice of us, as everyone was paired for the study period.

 

“Oh God…that is so good…” I softly moaned, he was close; shielding me from the rest of the class, while surreptitiously fondling my breasts. At least today, I’d proper underwear on, it was only possible to let this happen in such a lawless class and while I though of myself as one of them. I was a collegegirl being naughty, very naughty. If Tina could see what I was letting happen, and the state I was in, there would be trouble. The real Tina would be horrified, from seeing her elder sister acting like a slut. Especially as it was her reputation being damaged in college. Tina the slut, wouldn’t be a good name to acquire, especially having to endure it all through college.  

 

“Wait…you’re getting my blouse messed up…” I told him, he was too strong, so there was only one way to stop him. “After college…you can give me a lift home…” I promised. What in hell was I doing? As a mature adult, letting a nineteen-year-old boy maul my breasts was terribly wrong. The only way to survive this was to keep a yoga teacher’s advice, and just go with the flow. It felt as though I was caught on train tracks, compelled to follow a certain route. The inevitability of acting out the role of girlfriend with him, wasn’t bad. It felt wonderful! I relaxed into being a naughty collegegirl, letting my boyfriend amuse me.

 

*****End of Chapter-17*****