As per my father's undeniable wishes, I had to get admission into B. Tech. and move to Bangalore. I tried to protest with my idea of pursuing law instead as I did not want to get into the technical field and also the fact that I was never really good at math but my dad wouldn't have it.
My college campus was really good and I was actually surprised to realise my grades could get me into an institute of this repute. For a while I almost began to enjoy living in the hostel, until regular lectures disrupted my life. Engineering was hard. Maths was harder. I didn't really fit in with the crowd, being an introvert and not wanting to be there in the first place. As if physics and chemistry had not done enough damage to my body physics and brain chemistry that I was now forced to deal with the demon named calculus. I somehow managed to get through the first year, just barely passing the course but I knew I wouldn't last long there as sitting through the day in the classroom was getting extremely frustrating for me.
But life has some surprises in store for you. That's what I realised that day when Ms. Kavita walked into my classroom. It was the 2nd week of my 2nd year and for the first time I had actually fully opened my eyes and sat up straight staring at the centre of the room where she stood in her shining blue saree. It didn't have any dazzling embroidery on it, it was as simple as it could get, but it draped her slightly dark skinned body so tight and neat that every bit of her seemed hypnotising.
She was the head of Applied Mathematics department. But that did little help to me as I couldn't pay much attention to what she said, given she had swayed me by her looks. Up until that point, no girl had ever driven me as crazy as much as Ms. Kavita did. She wasn't very young, probably in her late 30s was, I guess, but she had maintained her physique and somehow outdid every girl in our class, as far as her looks were concerned. She never tied her hair. They had just a hint of curls, which would vanish over the weekend but always return in a couple of days, just to be straightened out again. The colours of her saree were just new treats everyday. She had so many of them. I swear I never once saw her wear the same piece more than once. Her lips were always covered with a very flattering shade always in tandem with the colour of her saree. Her breasts were huge, big ol' DDs! A curvy waist, with just a hint of a tummy followed by the most curvaceous ass. When she wrote on the board, her hips swung vigorously. When she turned her lips curled and flattened. Her fingers, pointing and curling into her palm. And of course, the tiny glimpse of her bare stomach every once in a while when she turned from this side to that. I had to keep my crotch covered with my backpack just to hide my erection.
Plus, she was authoritative, seldom did she lose the command over our attention. The class was always silent and focused on her. Of course, she had all the boys crushing on her, it wasn't just me. She had that effect on everyone. Albeit, I was the only one who was failing her subject.
Eventually I degraded so low in the course of the semester that she called up my parents and reported my scores. Boy, dad was furious. So furious he took the next flight to Bangalore and dragged me with him to Ms. Kavita's office. I was prepared to be bombarded with scoldings and abuses from my father and being forced to make promises I was surely not gonna be able to keep. She was wearing a red lipstick that day complimenting her maroon saree. I bit my lip just looking at her smile when she saw my Dad. For a minute I was so lost in her that I almost forgot what was happening around me. Fortunately, it turned out that Ms. Kavita was the daughter of a very good friend of my father and that seemed to soften both of them. My Dad turned the conversation to her affairs. I learned from the talk that she was married to an entrepreneur and that she lived just a short distance from my hostel building. They exchanged pleasantries and had tea together. It was a long conversation. I was just watching her smile and talk. I think it was then that I realised what the phrase 'butterflies in my stomach' meant.
Towards the end of the conversation she shook hands with both of us. My father urged her to give me a little more attention and he believed that she'd be able to help me best. She assured him that my scores will improve, that she'd personally look into it. In fact, it was her suggestion that I come down to her house every evening for additional tutoring. That was perhaps the best outcome of that conversation.
Additional tutoring. PERSONAL tutoring. I was happy about it because now I had more chance of spending some quality time with Ms Kavita. It only meant that I was going to be able to watch her up close. We exchanged numbers and she told me that she'd give me a call and get a schedule in place. That evening I was eagerly waiting on her call. Jumping to the phone at every sound it made and sometimes when I just thought that it did. At about 7:30 pm I finally got a call from her. I immediately picked it up.
She spoke right after my, 'hello!',"Hey Rohan, it's Kavita. Can you come by my place around 8?"
"Yeah, I.. can.. yeah sure," I was so flustered I couldn't get full words out of my mouth.
"Okay, I'm sending you the location. See you then. Bye!", she replied. Her voice sounding sweet like honey.
Her place was very close to our hostel building. I excitedly began putting stuff in my backpack. I left the room in under 5 mins and almost hopped to her place. I opened the gate and walked inside, right up to her door and rang the bell. I was welcomed inside by Ms. Kavita in the same attire she had been in that morning. That maroon saree. That maroon lipstick. And her murderous smile.
I started going to her house everyday. Watching her teach me and sit beside me helping me became the best part of my day. Ms. Kavita's skin tone was slightly darker. Actually much darker than most other girls but she wasn't exactly dark, if you know what I mean. Her bust and the hourglass of her figure she'd voyeur was weapon of mass destruction. I realised the secret of how she's managed to keep that figure intact, She'd never had any kids. She was accompanied at the house with her entrepreneur husband who took too many business trips and a cleaning lady, who I learned a little later mostly worked the afternoons. This gave me enough privacy with Ms. Kavita.
I was falling more and more deeply for her. Her name was a subtle tribute to her euphonic nature. Her smile was toxic and infectious. At times she stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame, talking on the phone or just reading a text, with her hip poking out sideways and it took all my strength in those moments to not take my pants off and jump on her like a cheetah would on a gazelle. The two or so hours, which frankly felt more like days and sometimes weeks, she fed me enough memories to last a lifetime, replenished every day though.
Things eventually became unbearable for me one day when she was on a call from her husband while we were studying. She still hadn't changed out of her saree and she was pacing slowly around the room talking to him and I was busy watching her ass. Those asscheeks were really accentuated in the tight sky-blue saree that she wore and they bounced as she slowly put each foot in front of the other. What I wouldn't give to put my hands on them just for a few seconds. Then she turned and I noticed she had her hand on her stomach. Just casually rubbing her belly, she probably didn't realise it, from what it sounded like she was having a serious conversation with her husband. I couldn't get my attention off of her stomach now to gather the context of their exchange as my eyes were now fixated on her voluptuous belly. Her rubbing and caressing action had pushed the saree aside and now her bare stomach was on full show. She was standing a few feet away from of me and probably did not realise it but it was quite a tease for me. Her beautiful brown skin was just a few feet away and her fingers ran around the stomach in circles now. Then she started rubbing the rim of her bellybutton with her middle finger. Her fingernails were finely trimmed and shining with from what I could gather was a recent manicure. She was doing it all so casually but it had such an effect on me, I was hypnotised and had an instant erection. My dick was harder than ever around her and it was all the time. Like the rest of her body wasn't keeping me awake at nights enough that now after getting home the images of her rubbing her own stomach had me going crazy.
That entire night I was up, trying to think of ways to seduce her. I'd slept naked and had a constant erection that just won't let me sleep. Luckily, my roommate had fallen sick and moved back to his hometown so I would have the privacy to do whatever I like. Which I did. I kept stroking my 8" cock, thinking about her fingers just brushing against her stomach, how they moved along the edge of her bellybutton. Even after ejaculating thrice, I wasn't able to calm my rock hard dick down. I just somehow had to find a way to put it inside her!
But I couldn't come up with anything and I was really frustrated the next day. When I went to her place she gave me a few exercises and I just couldn't do it. My mind was filled with the image of her bellybutton and nothing could take my focus off it. She tried to explain it to me a few times and as she was talking, I saw that her pallu (lose end of her saree) had slipped off of her shoulder slightly. Now, she was sitting on the chair next to me at the table and I had a clear view of her cleavage line. It's why I loved Indian attires. The blouse's Ms. Kavita wore were tight and they pushed those huge mounds tight together which created a very thin but prominent cleavage line. Those breasts were tightly held in place and pushed upwards by her bra. She was leaning forward, pointing out at words on the book and in that moment I decided to let go my decency and just be bold. I fixated my eyes on her cleavage. She must've realised it in a second as she clicked her beautiful fingers in my face, "Hello! Are you even listening, Rohan?" her voice was higher than usual.
I didn't care anymore. I mean I would've stopped staring but my penis was doing all my thinking for me now. I leered at her bosom and neck, saw that there was a bright red strap peeking out from underneath her blouse. That would be her bra. I bit my lip.
