Striving for Sanjana
Time was passing by. I got some good response in my part time job. As a result, I started skipping classes and started spending more time on work. Being in dramatics also meant that teachers were not very strict on the attendance.
In the zonal youth festival, which is essentially a three day event with loads of young crowd mixing, our play was selected to be sent for University Level Youth Festival (another 3 days event), Tabassum was not selected. Sanjana was. Fresh from my excellent performance in play, my increase in earnings and regular sex meant, I grew vain. I used to think other mere mortals were not worth anything and I thus used to make fun of other classmates of mine. Somehow this high headed ness found favor with other gals too. Tabassum was more or less my companion all day in the college, doing every bit to please me, bringing me tea-samosa and holding my bag and what not. I had the luxury of having a personal assistant in the first year of my college.
Not to take anything away from Tabassum, she was the best Girl one could have, her whole effort was to please me and make my life comfortable as much as she can, when she was around, she took some snide remarks and everything else that came her way in her stride. On the other hand, I was being the flirtatious best I could be and I did not hesitate to flirt in front of Tabassum, who anyways knew that I was in a relationship with her cousin sister also.
At this time, I was also trying to flirt with couple of more girls and trying to get Sanjana in bed. I am amused when I look back, it seems that just money and sex were on my mind and I has voracious appetite for both of them back then as much as I have today. I would try my luck on anything which moved on two legs and had two set of lips.
Anyways coming to the juicy details, I tried the tested method of movie with Sanjana also, it was a November afternoon, however, Sanjana was in no mood to relent. She was tall, fair and would have qualified as beautiful gal though she had small boobs. In the cinema hall, I tried inserting my hand in her kurti, she caught my hand, we had a scuffle, as hard scuffle as can be had in a cinema hall without inviting glares. Then I attacked her pussy area by trying to put my hand in inner thighs (over the clothes though). She almost hissed, "Mat karo Shobhit, main shor macha doongi." (Shobhit, don't do it, I would raise an alarm). I said in her ears something to the effect, "I love you, wanna get intimate with you". "You are very pretty, I am in love with you." "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, I can not keep my hands off from you." and many more such flirtatious and flattering words. She asked me about my relation with Tabassum, which I dismissed as she is just a "chep" and other things. (Shit..... but yes I did that) I professed my love for her and her alone and all other flirtations were just time pass and if she relented than I would be faithful and what not. (Awww... this seems like a confessional!)
Couple of more such movies in the next week and she was ready to come to the same bed which had seen deflowering of Tabassum and Ritu.
To follow soon....