I was nineteen, and Priya was eighteen, lived one storey above our flat. The city was New Delhi (India), and we lived in a colony in the southern part.
She was dark complexioned, nice figure, and lovely lips, expressive eyes. As for me, I was the less talking, shy sort of guy, and girls always took notice of me, they gave the second glance, but I was not the one to go and get them.
A year before, when she was in the twelfth grade, and I was in college, I used to teach her from time to time, and that too at night, around 10:00 pm and after. But nothing happened between us! We were proper professional teacher and student. Thus, we knew each other quite well. She had an elder sister about to be married in a few weeks, and a brother in hostel. Our families were cordial to each other.
Now we both were in colleges, but not the same one. Her college was on the way to mine. We used to return at the same time, such that within a few months of her joining her college we developed an understanding that we'd return together, from a common meeting point, a bus stop where we boarded the bus together. The walk from the bus stop where we got down was not always together, because when she met her friends she'd go with them, but the bus ride became special for us. Whoever reached the bus stop first used to wait for the other and let the buses go until the other reached.
She was waiting as usual that day, but for some reason the crowd was too heavy. Normally at that hour in the afternoon the crowd used to be sparse, but that day getting into the bus was difficult. Once inside, the crowd forced us to stand extremely close. She was standing with her back supporting a rod, I was in front of her, facing her. Our thighs were rubbing now and then, I held her waist once to balance the jerky motion of the bus. Once she nearly fell sideways and supported herself by holding on to my shoulders, another time she fell on me, supported herself by clutching my chest. This was not the first time that we touched or held each other, but our touches were never long. But the constant rubbing of our thighs was making me a bit uncomfortable, in a nice way!
As usual she was talking and I was listening. Suddenly the driver braked hard. Nearly everyone shouted and fell forward, so did I and my hands scrambled for support and with both hands I grabbed her. After few seconds I realised that that I had not fallen, but was resting on her, my thighs on her thighs, my crotch was touching her belly, my mouth was on her shoulders. I was trying to stand straight and she pushed me with her hand on my chest. I stood straight. And I realised, that my both hands were grabbing her boobs.
The sudden realization that her lovely breasts were in my hand froze me. I got rigid, while she too realized what had happened. She also became stiff and conscious and looked away, outside the window. I don't know for how long, but I guess for about half a minute, I couldn't remove my hands. I finally removed my hands after giving her boobs a gentle squeeze, pressing her nipples under the fabric of her clothes. And she gave a sharp sound of intake of breath as I did so.
The bus had neared our stop, we needed to get down, but our conversation had stopped. She was quiet. We got down, I carried her bag, normally she used to take her bag from me but today she just walked ahead, her face downwards. She walked on.
I reached our flat on the ground floor, she just walked and climbed the stairs and went inside her flat. I was now getting a little angry, I had mumbled "sorry' a few times to her on the way, but she had not replied. As I was about to ring the bell of my house, I realized my hands were not free as I was carrying both our bags. So I decided to go up talk to her before entering my house.
Upstairs I rang the bell, no one opened the door, and then I realised that the door was not closed properly. I slid past the door, closed it behind me. I knew their house pretty well, and was surprised to find it pretty quiet, as normally her mother used to watch television at that hour. Then I realised that her bedroom door was slightly open, and from the movement inside I understood that she was changing her clothes. (Now I realize she was expecting me to come inside the bedroom.)