First and foremost to my three best friends who are the inspirations behind this story.
In my country, there is an old saying:
When everyone leaves you in the times of trials and turbulence, you can always rely on two persons- your neighbor and your best friend.
This story is all about friendship!
Notes from the Author:
This is a long story. If you are looking for quick actions, please don't waste your time. Just move on to some other story. Otherwise, enjoy!
As usual, all characters in this story are fictional and above 18 years of age. Any resemblance to a person, dead or alive, is completely co-incidental.
Confession from the Author:
This story is based on real characters that are part of my life. Obviously, it includes me! I know that many authors have claimed this fact in their stories. But I can't remember the last time some author made a true confession about his or her story. Anyways, I'm not going to hide anything from you. This story is based on the special bond that is shared by me and my friends. There's nothing fake or bogus about the characters and their personalities. The fact is that we are really close friends and we will always be!
As I said earlier, I don't want to tell a lie. So here's my confession:
I have made two major alterations in this story. First and foremost, the names have been changed to maintain our privacy. Secondly, I have spiced up this story with 'Sex'. That's right! In reality, we are just friends. Best friends! Nothing more than that! None of us have a physical relationship (at least not yet!). But I wish that it happens soon because I really love one of them but I just don't have the guts to tell her that I really love her. And that's why I'm writing this story. It's not just for you. It's also for me! It's my fantasy! And I hope it becomes a reality!
Enjoy!
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00 Friday Afternoon 00
It was 1:33 p.m. according to the digital wall clock. In short, it was lunch time! Students were pouring into the large cafeteria situated on the ground floor of the B-School. According to the National B-School Accreditation Committee, it was classified under the 'Cluster 4' Category out of all the B-Schools in the country. And it was among the popular B-School in the country that provided M.B.A. Degree in Capital Markets. On an all, being a student of this B-School was definitely something to be proud of.
Lunch time was the best part of the day (as far as the students were concerned). They could hang out with their friends and enjoy the much needed 1 hour break. No one to tell them what to do, no more boring lectures by renounced entrepreneurs, no special assignments or projects, no critical analysis, no tedious calculations and no more heavy books!
Only a few tables away from the cafeteria counter, a student was sitting on the chair, rotating the empty glass on the table. He was waiting for his friends who were standing at the counter and placing their orders. Usually, he would feel a bit bored. But today, he was in high spirits because he had achieved something which he desperately wanted. And luckily, he didn't have to wait at the table for eternity. Within a few minutes, he was joined by two of his classmates- a guy and a girl.
They were enjoying their lunch, discussing random subjects but somehow they ended up talking about some lame professor who they disliked the most.
*****
Only 30 feet away, a hot girl stormed into the cafeteria from the main gate. The B-School had strict rules for dress code but today was Friday- the day when the dress code was not applicable. And that is why she was wearing a short black skirt that barely reached down to the middle of her thighs, displaying her smooth slender legs that merged into a tight round ass. She was slim, curvy and fairly tall (5'6''). Her emerald green eyes always had a unique sparkle in them. The jet black hair perfectly framed her face as they gently dropped down, past her shoulders. She was wearing her favorite charms bracelet in her left hand. Her neck was embraced by the short silver chain with a tiny silver butterfly studded with American diamonds. It displayed her class and taste for expensive jewellery. The lemon yellow top tightly hugged her body, allowing her 34-C breasts to make a bold statement to the onlookers.
And indeed there were plenty of spectators. As she made her way through the ocean of tables, every pair of eyes shamelessly checked her out, including the girls. And she liked it. No, she loved it. That was the reason why she wore such teasing outfits on Fridays. She always wanted to be the hive for the horny 'honeybee' guys. As far as girls were concerned, she just enjoyed the look of jealousy on their faces when their boyfriends temporarily ignored them whenever she was around.
Normally, she would have flirted in the cafeteria with guys (right in front of their girlfriends) by lightly tapping them on their heads or brushing their hair while walking past them. But not today! Her mood was spoiled. She was furious and her blood was boiling.
Finally, she reached the table where the 'trio' was sitting.
*****
"Get up!" she said in a chillingly harsh tone. It was more like a command. She was standing next to the guy who was earlier waiting for his friends and playing with the empty glass.
The moment he heard that voice, he froze on his seat. He was not expecting her to join them. At least not toady. At least not during the lunch time! How did she get here?
Looking up, he saw the wrathful glare. He knew there was no way out. He knew there was only one option. He had to face her. No, he had to fight with her.
So he confidently got up and stood in front of her. Immediately, the fog began to lift and the war had started between her emerald green eyes and his deep blues ones. He was not afraid of her. He didn't care if she was hot and sexy. That didn't make him look like a lame loser in front of her. Definitely not! He knew that he was handsome. No, he was a 'stud'. At least, that's what the girls whispered to each other on his back. And it was true!
Standing at 5'8'', he had a strong athletic body. Slightly muscular, to be precise. His deep blue eyes mesmerized the girls around the campus. Not to mention a couple of female professors as well. His dark black hair was messed up. But it was intentionally kept that way. He thought it would make him look more appetizing. And it sure did!
"It's almost 2:00 p.m." she snapped. Her tone was rising.
"So?" he replied flatly as if he didn't really care.
"I'll miss my lunch because of you."
"Well it's too bad for you. I was really enjoying the chilly cheese hot dog and French fries."
She just couldn't believe that he actually said that. She was suffering from the wound. How could he say that? How could he spray salt on her wound?
"I forgot to mention the chilled soda. It's terrific!" he added fuel to the fire, making her more annoyed.
She knew he was purposely saying that. He was trying to make her mad. But she was not going to stand there and listen to his crap. She was going to insult him in front of the whole crowd. Well, at least she could try.
"You're a loser!"
"You're a bitch!" he replied in an equally harsh tone.
"You're a bloody loser!"
"You're a bloody bitch!"