30-08-2025, 11:42 AM
Chapter One: The Invitation
The physics classroom was stuffy, fans spinning slowly. Deepika Pillai stood at the blackboard, her voice sharp, droning about gravity. Her long, formal kurta with leggings hugged her curves, caramel skin glowing, wavy black hair swaying past her shoulders. Her full breasts pressed tight against the fabric, her slim waist curving to swaying hips and a round ass, impossible to hide. Arjun, his strong body tense, doodled her figure in his notebook, wheatish skin flushed. Karthik, lean and freckled, squirmed, his cock stirring as he watched her move. Ashwin, chubby with bright eyes, fumbled his pen when Deepika called on him, his cheeks red. Shreya, her fair skin turning pink, caught their stares, jealousy biting her, but her eyes lingered on Deepika’s hips, a strange pull tugging at her.
Later, under the campus banyan tree, the gang sprawled on a ratty blanket, books tossed aside. The air smelled of jasmine, scooters humming in the distance. Arjun, arm around Shreya, teased, “You’re stricter than Deepika, babe.” He grabbed her wrists playfully, pulling her close, her breasts brushing his chest through her kameez. Shreya giggled, blushing, her curly black hair loose. Karthik laughed, but his eyes stuck on her lips, his dick twitching. Ashwin looked away, his dimpled cheeks red, thinking of Shreya’s curves from years ago in college.
Deepika walked up, her kurta and leggings clinging to her round ass and hips. “Hey, students,” she said, voice firm but warm. “I’m getting married next month in my village in Kerala. Come a couple of days early to see the place—it’s beautiful. I want you there since you’re from Kerala.” She sat on a low bench nearby, her kurta stretching tight, showing every curve. The boys’ eyes widened, cocks stirring as they drank in her shape. Shreya’s stomach twisted, her hand gripping Arjun’s knee, but her gaze flicked to Deepika’s coral lips, heart racing.
“Sounds awesome, ma’am,” Arjun said, his fingers brushing hers as she handed him a printed invitation, a jolt running through him.
“We’ll think about it,” Karthik said, grinning, eyes locked on her ass.
“Congrats, ma’am,” Ashwin mumbled, staring at her curves, his voice shaky.
Shreya nodded, her voice tight. “Thanks, ma’am.”
Deepika smiled and walked off, her hips swaying, ass bouncing under the kurta. The boys gaped until she vanished behind the science block. Shreya’s fingers clenched her dupatta, face flushing pink.
“Man, her fiancé’s one lucky bastard,” Karthik said, leaning back, smirking.
“Damn right,” Arjun laughed. “Guy’s got it made with her.”
Ashwin nodded, shy but grinning. “Yeah, he’s living the dream.”
Shreya rolled her eyes, annoyed. “Can we talk about the trip now?” she snapped, jealousy burning.
Shreya pulled Karthik aside, near a shady tree. “Arjun keeps staring at her,” she whispered, her breasts heaving under her kameez. “It’s driving me nuts.” Karthik’s hand lingered on her shoulder, his cock hard, wanting her closer. “He’s an idiot,” he said softly, his kinky thoughts flaring.
Back at the blanket, Arjun pulled Shreya close. “We’re going to that wedding. It’ll be a blast.” He leaned in, whispering, “We’ll sneak off for some fun, babe.” His hand slid under her dupatta, groping her breast, fingers brushing her hard nipple. Shreya gasped, her body warm, glancing around nervously.
Karthik and Ashwin looked away, cocks throbbing, jealous but turned on. “I’ll drive us in my car,” Karthik said, his voice casual, dying to stay near Shreya.
Ashwin fidgeted, worried about his strict family. “Dunno… my parents might say no,” he muttered, eyes on Shreya. She scooted closer, grabbing his arm tight, her breast pressing against his bicep, warmth seeping through their clothes. “Please, Ashwin,” she begged, her big eyes soft. “My family won’t let me go without you.” Ashwin’s mind spun back to a memory from years ago in college, during a family visit to Kerala. The air was thick with mangoes and rain-soaked earth. Shreya had been changing in the next room after a swim in the village pond, a thin curtain fluttering in the breeze. He’d glanced over as it shifted, revealing her silhouette—her fair skin curving softly, budding breasts and hips like a secret shadow play, her curly black hair damp, clinging to her back. She hummed a tune, unaware, slipping into a dress that hugged her wet form. The sight had burned into him, now twisting into taboo desires, his cock hardening. He swallowed hard, cheeks flushing, pulling back slightly. “Okay, I’m in,” he said fast, unable to resist her closeness.
The gang grinned, pumped about the trip, but the air buzzed with secrets—Arjun’s hot desire for Deepika, Karthik’s kinky want for Shreya, Ashwin’s taboo crush on his cousin, and Shreya’s mix of jealousy and pull toward Deepika. The village wedding in Kerala was gonna be more than a celebration, with their hidden wants ready to spill under the coconut trees.
The physics classroom was stuffy, fans spinning slowly. Deepika Pillai stood at the blackboard, her voice sharp, droning about gravity. Her long, formal kurta with leggings hugged her curves, caramel skin glowing, wavy black hair swaying past her shoulders. Her full breasts pressed tight against the fabric, her slim waist curving to swaying hips and a round ass, impossible to hide. Arjun, his strong body tense, doodled her figure in his notebook, wheatish skin flushed. Karthik, lean and freckled, squirmed, his cock stirring as he watched her move. Ashwin, chubby with bright eyes, fumbled his pen when Deepika called on him, his cheeks red. Shreya, her fair skin turning pink, caught their stares, jealousy biting her, but her eyes lingered on Deepika’s hips, a strange pull tugging at her.
Later, under the campus banyan tree, the gang sprawled on a ratty blanket, books tossed aside. The air smelled of jasmine, scooters humming in the distance. Arjun, arm around Shreya, teased, “You’re stricter than Deepika, babe.” He grabbed her wrists playfully, pulling her close, her breasts brushing his chest through her kameez. Shreya giggled, blushing, her curly black hair loose. Karthik laughed, but his eyes stuck on her lips, his dick twitching. Ashwin looked away, his dimpled cheeks red, thinking of Shreya’s curves from years ago in college.
Deepika walked up, her kurta and leggings clinging to her round ass and hips. “Hey, students,” she said, voice firm but warm. “I’m getting married next month in my village in Kerala. Come a couple of days early to see the place—it’s beautiful. I want you there since you’re from Kerala.” She sat on a low bench nearby, her kurta stretching tight, showing every curve. The boys’ eyes widened, cocks stirring as they drank in her shape. Shreya’s stomach twisted, her hand gripping Arjun’s knee, but her gaze flicked to Deepika’s coral lips, heart racing.
“Sounds awesome, ma’am,” Arjun said, his fingers brushing hers as she handed him a printed invitation, a jolt running through him.
“We’ll think about it,” Karthik said, grinning, eyes locked on her ass.
“Congrats, ma’am,” Ashwin mumbled, staring at her curves, his voice shaky.
Shreya nodded, her voice tight. “Thanks, ma’am.”
Deepika smiled and walked off, her hips swaying, ass bouncing under the kurta. The boys gaped until she vanished behind the science block. Shreya’s fingers clenched her dupatta, face flushing pink.
“Man, her fiancé’s one lucky bastard,” Karthik said, leaning back, smirking.
“Damn right,” Arjun laughed. “Guy’s got it made with her.”
Ashwin nodded, shy but grinning. “Yeah, he’s living the dream.”
Shreya rolled her eyes, annoyed. “Can we talk about the trip now?” she snapped, jealousy burning.
Shreya pulled Karthik aside, near a shady tree. “Arjun keeps staring at her,” she whispered, her breasts heaving under her kameez. “It’s driving me nuts.” Karthik’s hand lingered on her shoulder, his cock hard, wanting her closer. “He’s an idiot,” he said softly, his kinky thoughts flaring.
Back at the blanket, Arjun pulled Shreya close. “We’re going to that wedding. It’ll be a blast.” He leaned in, whispering, “We’ll sneak off for some fun, babe.” His hand slid under her dupatta, groping her breast, fingers brushing her hard nipple. Shreya gasped, her body warm, glancing around nervously.
Karthik and Ashwin looked away, cocks throbbing, jealous but turned on. “I’ll drive us in my car,” Karthik said, his voice casual, dying to stay near Shreya.
Ashwin fidgeted, worried about his strict family. “Dunno… my parents might say no,” he muttered, eyes on Shreya. She scooted closer, grabbing his arm tight, her breast pressing against his bicep, warmth seeping through their clothes. “Please, Ashwin,” she begged, her big eyes soft. “My family won’t let me go without you.” Ashwin’s mind spun back to a memory from years ago in college, during a family visit to Kerala. The air was thick with mangoes and rain-soaked earth. Shreya had been changing in the next room after a swim in the village pond, a thin curtain fluttering in the breeze. He’d glanced over as it shifted, revealing her silhouette—her fair skin curving softly, budding breasts and hips like a secret shadow play, her curly black hair damp, clinging to her back. She hummed a tune, unaware, slipping into a dress that hugged her wet form. The sight had burned into him, now twisting into taboo desires, his cock hardening. He swallowed hard, cheeks flushing, pulling back slightly. “Okay, I’m in,” he said fast, unable to resist her closeness.
The gang grinned, pumped about the trip, but the air buzzed with secrets—Arjun’s hot desire for Deepika, Karthik’s kinky want for Shreya, Ashwin’s taboo crush on his cousin, and Shreya’s mix of jealousy and pull toward Deepika. The village wedding in Kerala was gonna be more than a celebration, with their hidden wants ready to spill under the coconut trees.
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