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First Come First Serve!

A tale of 2010. We had just entered 11th grade, and college felt like the beginning of an entirely new chapter.

I was the stereotypical "study guy." If someone had doubts about the syllabus, assignments, exam dates, or anything academic, they usually came to me. That was my reputation. Reliable, quiet, and more focused on books than on chasing girls.

But outside the classroom, I was just another teenager with a group of four or five idiots who made every commute feel like an adventure. Every day was filled with bakchodi, pointless campus rounds, inside jokes, and the kind of chutiyaap memories that only seem funny years later.

Most of us lived in the same locality, so all the smaller friend circles eventually blended into one giant group. I already knew a few people from my school days, while the rest came from different schools but had landed in the same college. I met some in my tution classes during school.

Then there was that group.

About eight of them, five girls and three guys. The boys were the typical attention seekers, always trying to stay glued to the girls, hoping to score a little extra conversation or a laugh or some hanky-panky tharkulla’s intent. Among those girls were two best friends, Dia and Anu (name changed for obvious reasons), I already knew by name and reputation. They had studied at one of the most prestigious schools in the locality and carried themselves with a confidence that bordered on intimidating. They were effortlessly attractive, incredibly popular, and had the kind of presence that made every guy steal a second glance.

Almost every other launda in college had a crush on at least one of them. It didn't matter that both were already in relationships but people still tried their luck or at least found excuses to be around them.

I never did.

Partly because that wasn't who I was, and partly because I genuinely believed people like them existed in a completely different league. I was the guy people remembered for notes, not for flirting. The last thing I expected was that one day, our lives would become intertwined in a way none of us could have predicted.

Dia stood at 5’4” with a striking, well-proportioned figure of (Currently 34-28-34 earlier could not judge when this event happened, she was obviously Maturing), smooth milky skin, gorgeous blonde-highlighted hair, and an endearing, cute puppy face, while Anu possessed an even fairer complexion with a little okaish features and a slender frame, yet both carried an undeniable, magnetic appeal.

I still remember one of those small moments from tution classes that somehow stayed in my memory.

During one of the class tests, I was made to sit on a single bench right between Dia and Anu. Maybe because I was the quiet, obedient, study-focused guy, nobody thought twice about placing me there. The test started, and I tried to focus completely on my paper.

The only problem was that it was a geometry test.

With diagrams, constructions, and rough work, space was already limited. Trying to manage everything on a single bench while sitting between two people felt strangely uncomfortable. I was concentrating on my answers, but at the same time, I was overly aware of how cramped the situation was.

For someone who was usually comfortable with books and exams, that little moment felt unexpectedly awkward. It was just a normal classroom situation, but at that age, even ordinary things could feel like a big deal.

At one point I literally felt Dia’s Boobs pressed on my elbow.

Still, I pushed through and finished my paper quickly. Honestly, my only thought was to submit it and get out of that uncomfortable situation as soon as possible.

When I told the invigilator that I had completed my test, even they seemed a little surprised. Meanwhile, Dia and Anu looked at me because they had been using my paper for checking certain parts of the answers.

Anu suddenly reacted with surprise and said, "Itna jaldi?" The way she said it caught me off guard because she was sitting so close while talking I just felt her warm breath. For someone who was usually calm and focused only on studies, the whole moment felt strangely overwhelming, part embarrassment, part nervousness, and part disbelief.

Coming back to the original story, there was another phase that brought all of us closer.

At that time, French was a newly introduced optional language, and almost everyone had chosen it. The idea was exciting, learning a new language, exploring something different, and hopefully scoring well in the 12th board exams. But once the first semester started, reality hit. French wasn't as easy as everyone had imagined, and many people started feeling the pressure.

Fortunately, I had taken additional classes and had spent extra time understanding the subject properly. Slowly, people in the group started approaching me whenever they got stuck. Before the exams, someone suggested that we all get together at a friend's place so I could help everyone revise.

That study session turned out to be a success. I explained concepts, cleared doubts, and helped everyone understand the subject better. The group was genuinely impressed, and after that, someone suggested doing the same thing for Maths.

A few of us were comfortable with Maths, so we planned another group study session at the same place. Around ten people gathered, and instead of everyone studying the same topic, we divided ourselves into smaller groups. The people who were good at different chapters took responsibility for teaching those areas.

I was sitting on the sofa while a few others sat around it, listening and taking notes. Dia and Anu were also part of my group along with a couple of my other friends. It was a completely normal study session explaining problems, sharing shortcuts, and helping each other prepare.

Dia and Anu were sitting below on the floor around sofa and 2 other guy friends were sitting with me on sofa. Now cam a point where Dia was so close to my legs, I felt her body again and again touching me. She was wearing on off white sleeveless top and jeans. The top was having a chain in the middle. Anu was sitting opposite to her.

I don’t know in middle of something I noticed her chain was pulled down a little. A part of cleavage was clearly visible to me only. I choose to ignore. After some time, my friend sitting on the sofa was watching her and I caught his stare. I immediately looked at Dia and her chain was more down this time and she was leaning down to write something in book. We both friends looked each other and then stared at the open clear cleavage with a white netted bra holding part of those milky boobs. A crystal-clear view from above. We were awestruck. What do u expect from 16-year-old kids watching this live in real. As soon as my friend whose home we were his elder sister arrived and Dia surprisingly adjusted herself and pulled the chain up. We noticed that. Then we understand it was intentional as Anu was slyly smiling at Dia and we noticed that too. We 2 friends who saw this view discussed this and named this moment as “Jannat 2”.

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First Come First Serve!

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First Come First Serve!

Our annual company offsite was set in a beautiful hill property surrounded by dense forests. The rains from the previous week had transformed everything into shades of deep green. Mist floated over the hills every morning, the air carried the fragrance of wet soil, and for two days it felt like we had escaped city life completely.

Around sixty of us had gathered for the trip.

The event was managed by a young event manager who had successfully handled our offsite the previous year while working under someone else. This year was different, it was her own company, her own responsibility, and her own reputation at stake.

I hadn't attended last year's offsite, so this was the first time I met her. Most of my colleagues already knew her.

The first meeting was brief.

A few of us had reached the property entrance before everyone else because we were helping colleagues with parking their cars and unloading luggage. She stood there welcoming every guest with a warm smile despite already looking busy.

To describe her she was 5'4" a little chubby, dusky skinned but shiny, a smiley face and a white one piece backless. Her figure would be 32-30-34.

We exchanged a quick greeting before getting back to our respective work.

Throughout the day, we hardly spoke.

Yet, because she was coordinating activities across the property and I was constantly moving around helping with arrangements, our paths kept crossing. Every now and then we'd make eye contact before getting pulled away by something else.

Nothing significant.

Just familiar faces in a busy crowd.

One of my friends was coordinating many event-related activities with her throughout the day. When his phone battery died, he borrowed mine to stay connected because the property was too spread out for people to simply walk everywhere.

Without realizing it, my phone became another communication line between us.

Later that evening, a few of us decided against paying the resort's heavily marked-up liquor prices. Through a little harmless jugaad involving the security guard, we managed to bring drinks in from outside.

She quietly helped us figure out how to get them to our rooms without creating unnecessary trouble.

That became our first proper conversation.

Just casual banter.

Nothing more.

Then came another coincidence.

Our assigned room had an AC ventilation problem.

The resort upgraded us.

Out of all the rooms on the property, we ended up in the one right next to hers.

At the time, it felt like nothing more than luck.

Day two arrived.

The DJ night was exactly what you'd expect from a corporate offsite with unlimited sponsored drinks.

Music blasted through the speakers.

People danced without worrying about tomorrow.

Many drank far beyond their limits. Totally Bhand.

A few of us stayed comparatively sober because we had already celebrated hard the previous night. Instead of partying, we slowly found ourselves helping colleagues who were no longer able to help themselves.

Then everything changed.

One of our female colleagues completely lost emotional control.

Years of unresolved feelings came pouring out.

She began crying uncontrollably, screaming, pleading with another colleague, a man she had once been involved with.

He was now engaged and due to be married soon.

She begged him not to marry someone else.

She demanded that he choose her instead.

The scene became increasingly difficult to handle.

To move her away from the crowd and loud music, she was shifted into the nearest available room.

That room belonged to the event manager.

For over 1.5 hours she screamed, cried, struggled and refused to calm down.

The man she was pleading with finally reached his limit.

He apologised, explained that he was committed to his fiancée and felt it would be wrong to continue trying to console her in such a situation.

Then he left.

At that point, none of our colleagues were around to look after her. Since she was heavily intoxicated, the event manager stayed with her the entire time to ensure her safety grabbing her in bed trying to make her sleep. We were in the next room and kept checking on her periodically, but she was not in a state to control herself. Some of my colleagues became irritated and remarked that she should have consumed alcohol within her limits instead of making everyone uncomfortable because of her condition. Eventually, they left the event manager with her and went to join the after-party, which was being held a short distance away.

One by one, everyone else drifted back toward the after-party.

Eventually it was just three people inside that room.

The distressed colleague.

The event manager.

And me.

The event manager was doing everything she could to keep the situation under control, but she was exhausted.

The sloshed colleague was already wearing a one-piece dress, which had become disheveled, leaving her partially exposed. As the event manager was supporting her, there was little he could do to adjust her clothing while ensuring she remained safe. She looked at me helplessly.

The first thing that came to my mind was preserving her dignity.

I picked up a bedsheet, covered her properly, and helped settle her onto the bed while the event manager continued trying to comfort her.

She looked at me and quietly said,

"Thank you."

We called a doctor.

He examined her and administered a sedative.

Slowly...

The screaming faded.

The room finally became silent.

I went back to my room to change clothes and told the event manager that my room was right next door if she needed any help.

About an hour later, I knocked on her door to check how things were.

She opened it looking completely drained.

Our colleague had fallen asleep.

But she vomited onto the pillow.

Without saying a word, the event manager had begun cleaning everything herself.

That didn't feel right to me.

After managing sixty people all day, handling every activity, dealing with one emergency after another, she was now cleaning up after someone else's night.

I couldn't leave her to do it alone.

Together we cleaned the room.

Changed the bedding.

Shifted our sleeping colleague carefully onto the spare mattress on the floor.

Made sure she was comfortable.

Only then did we finally stop.

It was nearly 1:30 a.m.

She handed me a glass of water.

We stepped outside onto the adjoining balcony in the room.

The resort had fallen almost completely silent.

Only distant insects, the cool breeze through the trees, the smell of rain-soaked earth and the soft yellow balcony lights remained.

Neither of us felt like joining the after-party anymore.

My roommates weren't back.

Her responsibilities had finally ended.

There was nothing left to do. She asked me if we had any leftover drinks as the night was too heavy and exhausting. I nodded and said Yes.

I walked next door, brought back my bottle of Jameson, poured us both a drink, and we simply sat there on the couch which was big enough to accommodate us two in the balcony..

Two people who had been strangers less than forty-eight hours earlier.

Sharing a quiet moment after one of the longest nights of the trip.

We started talking about ourselves and how emotionally difficult relationships can be when they end without closure. It was a deep and personal conversation. We were lying on the same couch opposite each other, facing one another.

After some time, she mentioned that her legs were hurting from wearing stilettos throughout the day. I offered to help by gently massaging her feet. She initially refused, saying she felt uncomfortable when someone touched her feet. I told her not to worry and said that, considering everything she had done to help my colleague that evening, it was the least I could do. She eventually agreed, and I started massaging her feet while she rested them against my chest.

After a while, she asked me to stop and enquired whether my roommates would be returning to the room. I checked with them, and they informed me that they had become heavily intoxicated, had fallen asleep in the after-party room, and would not be coming back that night.

I then suggested that she should get some rest and told her that I would leave for my own room. She asked if I could stay in the room because she felt uneasy being alone, especially after witnessing my colleague repeatedly vomiting. Although I felt a little uncomfortable with the situation, I understood her concern and told her that I could sleep on the couch while she took the bed.

As I was placing my pillow on the couch, she came up behind me and hugged me, thanking me for understanding her situation and helping her through the night. The hug caught me by surprise. I turned around and told her that I should be the one thanking her for everything she had done to help my colleague.

She then kissed me on the lips unexpectedly. I was startled and immediately pulled away. Given that this had happened during a corporate event and considering workplace policies, including POSH, I became extremely anxious. I told her, "No, this is wrong."

She then asked me if I was in a relationship. I replied that I was not. She responded by saying that, in her view, there was nothing wrong with it.

She then pulled me toward her, causing us both to end up on the bed, and positioned herself over me. Feeling uneasy, I asked, "What if the intoxicated girl wakes up?" She replied that she would handle the situation if that happened. Internally, I was feeling extremely anxious and conflicted. At the same time, I also experienced a sense of excitement and nervous anticipation, which made the situation emotionally confusing for me. A kink indeed.

We began kissing passionately, and the moment quickly became deeply intimate. There was a strong sense of mutual attraction, and the experience felt both sensual and emotionally charged. Rather than being rough or aggressive, it was gentle, romantic, and affectionate. Throughout the encounter, it felt as though we were both fully present and aware of what was happening.

Her tongue play was magical. She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and I was dressed similarly in a T-shirt and shorts.

We had gone under a blanket. She lifted my T-shirt and started kissing my chest and slightly biting it. I was holding her face and pulled her up so again to kiss. One of those moments where we were kissing and having eye to eye contact was so wholesome. I lifted her T-shirt and voila no bra inside it. I just grabbed her boobs and started pressing it and sucking her nipples. She caressed my hair and made me suck it and whispered in my ear to bite it. I bit softly and she moaned in my ear. It was so magical. We got rid of our shorts and she started sucking my dick. Gave me a good sloppy blowjob. I licked her pussy and armpits. We were just smelling each other and licking every other body part inside the blankets with minimum voice and whispering only in ears. We hugged each other so tightly and I really felt to be in this moment to the core. Sometimes foreplay gives you immense pleasure that you want to take things so slowly and enjoy the moment. That hug was electrifying.

We didn’t have a condom as no one was expecting this to happen. Still she said do it raw and she will take care of the rest. I was skeptical but still I was in flow and started penetrating raw. We fucked in missionary, cow girl, spooning and again missionary and pulled it out just before and spread it on her tummy. It was not a long session since I was too excited with circumstances but a very satisfying one.

She said she badly needed this after such an event and thanked me for staying with her throughout.

We were naked in a blanket and cosy and chit chatted a bit more while playing with each other softly. She said this is one of those sexual encounters where she can’t call it a hook up but a cherished moment in her life. It was more than a one night stand. We wore clothes and I left for my room in the morning around 5 am.

In the traveller she came to my seat and was having conversations with my friends and colleagues sitting around and I was quiet sitting on the aisle seat where she was intentionally pushing her body on me and her boobs, tummy her breath was constantly hitting me. It was so kinky and funny.

Though it was for me an enriching experience, we are not in contact anymore after that moment.

I know the confession is long but I tried to describe minute details too. I will be posting more confessions soon.

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