Chapter 30

As I rode back, I wondered what I would to kill the time till evening. It was nearing 3:00 in the afternoon and the sun was beating down mercilessly. Feeling thirsty, I decided to stop at a shop that I used to frequent as a school goer for a cold drink. The shop was run by a local cooperative society and was very popular with school kids since they sold most stuff a little below the MRP. It was located on the corner of a tree-lined road that housed most of the educational institutes in the city. Even though that was not the route to my house, I decided to go there as I enjoyed sitting on the wooden benches next to the shop, under the cool shade of trees.

As I parked my bike and slung my helmet over the handle bar, I saw that there were a bunch of school students standing by their bicycles next to the shop, enjoying some ice candies in that hot summer afternoon. I was reminded of my own school days when we used to frequent this place for a ‘treat’ of the delicious orange ice candies. As I walked up towards the shop, I saw Mayuri ben’s daughter, Amisha, in the group, chatting away gaily with a group of boys and girls. Someone from the group would have recognized me, for suddenly Amisha turned around with a squeal of “Hiii bhaiyyaa...” and bounded up towards me.

Pleasantly surprised, I grinned broadly as I replied “Hi, Amisha...” while I scanned the group to see if there were any of the other girls I’d met at her birthday party. The first girl I noticed was Amisha’s best friend, the sexy Barbie-doll like Krutika. As Amisha invited me to join their group, I also realized that there were two other girls whom I’d met at the birthday party. One was the skinny Punjabi girl by the name of Gunjan, who was always giggling, and with whom I’d flirted lavishly at the party.

The other was the slim, dark Mallu girl, Mini, whom I’d kissed secretly in Mayuri ben’s kitchen, and who turned me on immensely. After getting myself a Thums Up, I followed Amisha to where the other girls stood by their bicycles, licking on their ice candies.

“Girls ... I hope you all remember Jignesh bhaiya...” Amisha announced as she led me to the group. There were smiles and answers of ‘yes’ all round.

“Hello ladies...” I greeted them cheerfully, eliciting laughs and giggles from all of them.

There were a few other boys and girls too, whom I didn’t know, and as Amisha introduced me to them, I greeted each one of them with a cheerful hello. They were already through with their ice candies, and were all standing around in a group, when I announced “How about another round of ice cream...?” smiling broadly at all of them. Except for Krutika, who responded immediately, her face lighting up with a smile, the rest just stood there fidgeting, looking at each other.

I realized that most of the others would have probably exhausted their pocket money for the day, and hence were awkward.

“It’s a treat from me...” I added immediately, smiling broadly at all of them. Everybody smiled at that, and without waiting for an answer, I turned around and began to walk up the shop counter. Krutika was the first to follow me, and was soon followed by the others. There was the usual chatter about who wanted what flavour, and there was further confusion and much debate when we realized that the shop keeper had run out of many of the popular flavours.

Those days, vanilla ice cream scoops in a tall glass full of a cola like Thums Up, commonly known as ‘Float Pepsi” was very popular among teenagers. When I suggested that, everyone let out a loud hoot of assent, and agreed readily. Amisha was by my side all the time, clutching my arm, and leading me around, as if trying to let everyone know whose friend I was in the first place. And as we stood around the parked bicycles, enjoying our ice cream and cola mix, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy she always looked to me in that school uniform of hers comprising of a beige knee-length pleated skirt, a white half-sleeved shirt, and a dark brown tie, loosened at the neck with the top button of the shirt undone. I also loved the way she would brush her firm young breasts under the shirt, against my arm, on the pretext of saying something to me.

After finishing their ice cream, the ones from the group, whom I had not known earlier, thanked me politely, and asked for permission to leave.

As that group walked to their bicycles, Amisha excused herself and went to talk to one of the girls from that group. As was usually the case after having ice cream on a hot sunny afternoon, I felt thirsty, and walked up the shop counter to buy a bottle of packaged drinking water. As I waited at the counter, as the shop keeper got a bottle of chilled water from the refrigerator, I saw Krutika come up to me.

Now Krutika had to be the sexiest school girl I had ever known, with flawless milky white complexion, a lovely figure, and an incredibly pretty Barbie-doll like face. Unlike the usually shapeless uniforms of most school girls, hers was tailored impeccably and fitted her structure beautifully. She even walked with the poise of a professional model, swinging her hips imperceptibly, and adding to her allure. As she came and stood by my side at the shop counter, and rested her elbows on the glass top of the counter, I leaned forward, and resting my elbows too on the glass top, said to her with a smile “You know, Krutika ... I think you can be a model...” my voice soft, and my eyes gazing into hers.

I saw her blush at my comment, and her already pink cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment.

“Really ... you are simply lovely ... I really think you have what it takes to be good at modeling...” I continued, smiling at her, and letting my elbows brush against hers.

“Oh, no...” was all she could muster, even though I could make out from her expression that she was really pleased. The old shop keeper had got the bottles of water by then, and as I unscrewed the cap of one bottle and took a long swig, I heard her ask “Bhaiyaa ... do you really think so?” the color still on her cheeks, and a hint of a smile on her pink lips.

“Absolutely...” I said matter of factly, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. We saw Amisha walking up towards the counter, and immediately put an end to the topic, but not before we’d exchanged knowing looks with each other. Taking the other bottles of water, we walked back to where the other girls, Gunjan and Mini, stood. Handing one bottle to the giggly Gunjan, I said “Water for you, ma’am...” bowing my head and curtseying her with a smile. Clutching her mouth to cover her teeth which were covered with braces, she giggled and took the bottle from my hand. The others too laughed at my teasing of Gunjan. Finishing my bottle of water, I walked back towards the shop counter to pay the shop keeper.

The dusky Keralite girl, Mini, followed me, carrying the glasses in which we’d had the ice-cream and cola. As I’d mentioned earlier, Mini had this inherent raw sexuality that some girls seem to ooze, and she had all the cockiness associated with a girl who knew she could attract guys, and loved the attention too. Her skirt was a wee-bit shorter than most of the other girls, and ended just above her knees. And like Amisha and Krutika, she too wore a bra under her white uniform shirt, without the ubiquitous petticoat, which was considered unfashionable by many of these MTV generation schoolgirls.

Her firm young breasts stood proudly on her chest, and she made it a point to thrust her chest out, as if to accentuate the shape of her breasts. As she came up to the counter and placed the empty glasses on the counter, she smiled at me coquettishly, fidgeting with the single short braid of her hair, which was slung across her left shoulder. There was a trace of ice cream on the corner of her mouth, and without a word, I reached out with my left hand, and wiped it with my index finger.

“Ohh...” she gasped at this unexpected touch of her lips by me. Her face relaxed and she smiled when I showed her my finger, with that drop of ice cream still on it. Without a word, I slipped my finger into my mouth and licked it clean, closing my eyes, as if with pleasure.

Opening my eyes, I smiled at her said “You know what, Mini ... I wish I could have licked it off your lips themselves,” running my tongue across my lips, while she blushed violently and glanced nervously at the group standing some distance away.

Putting the change I’d received from the shopkeeper back in my wallet, we walked back towards the group. Just as we were about to reach where the others stood, I felt Mini clutch my elbow from behind furtively and whisper “Bhaiyya ... thank you...” giving my elbow a squeeze, and at the same time brushing her pert young tits against my arm.

Krutika and Mini lived in the same colony, so the two of them waved goodbyes to me and left on their bicycles.

Amisha and Gunjan hung around, and walked with me towards where my bike was parked.

“So, girls, what are your plans now ... headed home?” I asked the two of them casually.

“Umm ... yes...” replied Amisha, looking expectantly at me, as if expecting me to propose something. Glancing at Gunjan, I saw that she too was looking at me. As my eyes met hers, she smiled awkwardly, displaying the mouthful of braces that she wore to keep her protruding teeth in check. There was something about a teenage girl wearing braces that turned me on immensely, and Gunjan, despite being the skinny type with an awkward demeanour, was no exception. Her mannerism was typical of girls who’d grown up without a male sibling in the house; and hence conveyed an impression of adulation towards relatively elder and self-assured guys like me.

As both girls fidgeted with their school uniform skirts and looked expectantly at me, I said “Would you two like to go for a movie?” smiling at them naughtily.

“Ohh, yes ... sure...” Amisha exclaimed almost immediately, her face brightening up with a big smile. I had expected such a response from her; always game for some excitement as she was.

Gunjan, however, seemed to be a bit apprehensive. “But looks like Gunjan isn’t too sure...” I said, looking at Gunjan and continuing to smile.

She blushed again, and her hands automatically went to her mouth to cover her braced teeth.

“Umm, no ... but...” she mumbled, glancing at Amisha somewhat nervously.

“Oh, come on ... We’ll just call up home ... and I’ll say I am going to your house for doing homework ... and you say that you are going to my house for homework ... simple...” Amisha said definitively, taking command of the situation. I couldn’t help but admire this sexy teenager for her guts.

That seemed to do the trick for Gunjan, and I saw her giggle and nod her head vigorously.

“Oh, yes ... yes ... That’s a good idea...” she gushed, the words coming out in a jumbled rush through, the braces hampering her speech in her excitement. “Wonderful...” I said, clapping my hands together.

Elated at having convinced these two teenage school girls to come for a movie with me, I arranged for their bicycles and school bags to be left at the rear of the shop; a 50-rupee note doing the trick with the old shopkeeper, who was more than happy to take care of the girls’ belongings. As I kicked started the bike and pulled on my helmet, I saw that the two girls were waiting, as if unsure of who should get on the bike first. Pushing up the visor of my helmet, I said “You sit in the middle, Gunjan ... Amisha has more experience of sitting on a bike, so let her sit behind you...”

I saw Gunjan glance at Amisha once again, as if seeking her opinion, and upon a nod from Amisha, she smiled brightly and said “Ok, bhaiyyaa...” her braces shining in the sunlight.

Placing her hand on my shoulder for support, she swung her leg across the seat and settled down on the seat behind me. Amisha followed suit immediately after, and as I adjusted myself on the seat to give as much space as possible for the girls, I couldn’t help but grin inwardly under my helmet. I had never ever managed to get two girls to sit on my bike at the same time; and moreover, I was excited at the prospects of having these two eager young teenage school girls with me in a dark movie hall. Memories of the last time I’d been to a movie theater with Jigna and Sejal flashed before me, and I felt my cock stiffening inside my jeans.

As I engaged gear and revved the bike, I felt Gunjan clutch my shoulder and say “Ohh, this is so exciting, bhaiyyaa...” giggling again. Gunjan was a really skinny girl, to the extent of being almost bony. She was even slimmer than my maid Pushpa, and as I rode towards the movie hall, I felt her grip on my shoulder tighten, and her thin young body press against my bike. Gunjan’s breasts were just about developing, and as I felt the perky firmness of it press against my back, I felt my stiffening cock squirm inside my underwear.

Her pleated beige skirt had ridden up her knee, and I could feel her slender bony thighs press against mine from behind. On the way to the hall, the girls chatted gaily between themselves, while I took the precaution to stay away from the main roads, in order to minimize the chances of being spotted by someone I knew. Soon we reached the theater, and got tickets from a bored clerk at the ticket window, who was irritated at his siesta being disturbed.

The only movie running at that time was a Shahrukh Khan film which had been running for an eternity at this theater now, with the sole purpose of breaking some record for the longest running film in the city. Needless to say, the girls were all huge fans of the King of Bollywood, and were quite excited at the prospects of watching that hit film, which I wouldn’t be caught dead watching, under any other circumstances.

After getting two packets of the mandatory pop-corn for the girls, we trooped into the darkened movie hall, just in time to catch the opening credits. Given the film, and the time of the day, the hall was practically empty, and one could sit wherever one wanted. While the front rows were occupied by some rowdy teenagers from the streets, those at the back were occupied by young couples, whose intentions were more or less similar to mine.

Gunjan and Amisha were having trouble seeing in the dark, so I took them by the hand and led them to a row in the middle, which was far enough from both the rowdies in the front rows, as well as the couples in the back rows.

As we settled down in our seats, with Amisha to my left, and Gunjan to my right; I saw Amisha removing her tie and tucking it into the pocket of her skirt. Seeing her do that, Gunjan too followed suit. Amisha then proceeded to kick off her shoes, and pull her legs up on to the comfortable bucket seats, turning them to one side in such a way that her knees were touching my thighs. Gunjan, on the other hand, sat straight in the seat, both her hands resting on her knees. About ten minutes into the movie, I felt Amisha lean across me and call out to Gunjan in a whisper.

I leaned back in my seat to allow the two girls to bring their faces closer over my lap, and as Amisha whispered something to Gunjan, and Gunjan nodded her head in understanding, I used the opportunity to slip my right arm over the back rest of Gunjan’s seat. After finishing their brief whispered conference, the two girls resumed their original postions in their respective seats. As Gunjan sat back in her seat, she felt my forearm at the back of her neck, and from her response I could see that she was a bit startled. As she glanced at me in the dark, I flashed a knowing smile, and was pleased to see her giggle softly in response, her metal braces shining in the flickering light from the screen.

At the same time, I felt Amisha tugging at my arm on the other side, and when I turned to glance at her, I saw that she was beckoning to me with her hands to lower my head so that she could say something in my ear. Lowering my head to her side, I felt her quickly hook her right arm through mine. Twisting sideways towards me, she cupped her left hand to my ear, an action which caused her ripe young bra-clad breasts to press against my upper arm, she whispered into my ear “I was just telling Gunjan not to tell anyone else that we came for a movie with you...” her tone conspiratorious, while her fingers clutched my biceps. I nodded in understanding and smiled at her, relishing the feel of her young firm breasts against my upper arm.

My cock had stiffened considerably by now inside my underwear, and I admired the girl for smartly using the pretext of talking to her friend, to slip her arm through mine. With her legs pulled up and bent sideways on the comfortable seat, she snuggled up to me on my left side, and held my arm pressed against her torso, liberally pressing her young breasts under the shirt to my upper arm. As she settled down once again, resting her head against my shoulder, I threw a sideways glance at Gunjan in the darkness, to check if she’d noticed anything. To my relief, Gunjan had her eyes glued to the screen, and was munching on her pop-corn absentmindedly while King Khan broke into one of his ubiquitous song and dance sequences.

Using the opportunity, I gently eased my right arm from the back rest of the seat, and placed it around her shoulder, allowing my forearm to rest on her thin bony shoulder from the other side. As she felt my arm on her shoulder, she glanced at me. Leaning towards her, I beckoned to her with my head. As she leaned towards me to hear me, I whispered into her ear “I hope you are comfortable, Gunjan...” smiling at her while I spoke. I saw her face crease in a wide smile at the unexpected question, those braces glimmering in the darkness.

“Yes, bhaiyya ... yes ... thank you so much for inviting me...” she whispered back, giggling once again.

There was a time when giggly girls used to irritate me. But now, Gunjan’s habitual giggling was only turning me on. Bringing my face closer to her ear, I whispered “You know, Gunjan ... ever since I met you that day ... I had been waiting to meet you again ... and today ... I proposed the movie only because I wanted to spend some time with you...” looking into her eyes in the darkness and smiling at her. In the darkness, broken occasionally by flickering lights from the screen, I saw Gunjan blush shyly, and her hands flying to her mouth to sub-consciously cover her braces again.

However, instead of saying anything, I saw her glance in the direction of Amisha nervously. Getting the hint, I straightened and sat back in my own seat, with my right arm still draped over her slender bony shoulders. After a pause, I felt Gunjan shift in her seat, and tentatively place the palm of her hand on my knee. As I glanced at her, she twisted sideways and whispered “Umm, bhaiyyaa ... after that day ... I have also been thinking about you too...” speaking so softly that I could barely hear her.

“And you know, bhaiyyaa ... you are ... you are the first boy ... who ... who has ever kissed me...” she added in a faint whisper, smiling nervously, and squeezing my knee at the same time. In response, I just squeezed her shoulder gently, and sat back in my seat; for through the corner of my eyes, I had spotted Amisha looking at us.

After pretending to watch the movie for a few minutes, I leaned imperceptibly towards Amisha and whispered into her ear “This friend of yours ... she talks a lot ... Isn’t it...?” my tone conspiratorious, and my expression conveying pretended irritation. That did the trick, and I heard Amisha giggle conspiratoriously too.

Tugging at my arm, she whispered into my ear “Yeah ... she is a non-stop chatter-box ... what was she saying...?” her tone amused yet curious.

“Oh, she’s just been going on and on about Shahrukh Khan...” I whispered back with feigned annoyance, causing Amisha to nod her head vigorously and smile at me, as she whispered back “Oh, she’s crazy about him...”

I let out a little sigh of relief, knowing fully well that I was playing a dangerous game fooling around with both girls at the same time. Seeing that Gunjan once again seemed to be immersed in the movie, using the opportunity, I whispered to Amisha “You know, baby ... I wish it was just the two of us here...” sliding my left hand furtively towards her legs, and placing it on her bare knee just below the hem of her skirt. I felt Amisha squeeze my arm tighter, as she whispered back “Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... me too ... me too...” as she pressed her young firm breasts to me again.

Pulling my left hand away from her knee, I took hold of her hand which was hooked around my arm, and placed her palm in my lap, on the bulge under my jeans.

“See what you have done to me...” I whispered, pressing her palm over my hardness under the thick denim fabric.

“Ohh, bhaiyyaa...” I heard her breathe out in response, as she automatically pressed her fingers to the bulge of my cock under my jeans.

My cock was so hard by now, that I wished I could just yank it out, and get Amisha to jerk me off. Taking a deep breath, I controlled myself, and sat back in the seat, enjoying the feel of Amisha’s soft fingers caressing the hardness of my cock through my jeans. At about the same time, I felt Gunjan’s fingers on the other side, beginning to caress my right knee. Realizing that I ran the risk of Amisha spotting Gunjan’s hands, I decided I had to do something to draw Gunjan’s attention away from my lap. Leaning back, I moved my right hand, which was resting on Gunjan’s slender shoulders, downwards towards her neck.

Running my finger along her thin bony neck, I began to play with the collar of her white school uniform shirt. As she had removed her tie, she’d also undone the top most button of her shirt, allowing my fingers to feel the bare skin of her lower neck. As my fingers came in contact with her skin on the upper most portion of her neck, I felt her automatically pull away her hand from my knee, and take hold of my hand; her fingers intertwining with mine.

On the other side, Amisha was now holding herself pressed to my arm fully, mashing her firm young breasts to my upper arm, while her fingers were beginning to squeeze the hardness of my cock through the coarse fabric of my jeans. Turned on by these two young teenage school girls, I moved the fingers of my right hand downwards till my palm came to rest on the young developing mounds of Gunjan’s teenage breasts over her shirt.

As I placed my palm on the mounds of Gunjan’s small developing breasts through her shirt, I felt her go stiff suddenly. I paused immediately, alarmed that I might scare her off. After a moment’s pause, I felt Gunjan slowly bring both her hands to her lap and clutch them together. Her left hand, which was between us, rested limply in her lap, and I could see that her fingers were nervously fidgeting with her skirt in her lap. As I’d mentioned earlier, Gunjan was one of those girls whos breasts had still not developed sufficiently to warrant the use of a bra; and all she wore under her uniform was a white cotton slip, commonly referred to as a petticoat.

I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest under my palm, while her eyes remained purposely fixated on the screen. Holding my breath, I pressed my palm ever so gently to the mound of her perky breasts, enjoying the soft feel of them. Though she made no attempt to push my hand away, there was no response from her either.

Concluding that my advances were not welcome, I began to pull my hand away slowly. To my pleasant surprise, she quickly reached up with her right hand on the other side and clutched my hand, holding it in place near her chest. At the same time, I felt her reach out for my knee with her left and, and give my thigh a tentative squeeze, as if trying to convey something to me. As I turned to glance at her, I saw that she was looking at me wide-eyed; her lips parted slightly, those braces shining in the dark, with a nervous expression on her face.

Realizing that the poor girl was probably scared witless at what I was doing to her in the cinema hall, I gave her a reassuring smile, and gently caressed her thin bony shoulder. She smiled nervously and clutched my arm draped around her shoulder tighter, before quickly averting her gaze. Reassured, I once again placed the palm of my hand on the mound of her breasts through her shirt, and began to caress them through the fabric of the shirt gently. This time, there was an audible hiss from her, as she clenched her hands together in her lap once again, and hunched her shoulders together.

My attention was suddenly drawn to the other side where Amisha sat, as she now started running her finger along the shaft of my hard cock inside the confines of my jeans and underwear. I was getting really turned on now, and responded placing my left hand on Amisha’s bare knee, just below the hem of her skirt. I felt her shift in her seat, as she dropped her legs on the floor, and sat in the normal position in the bucket seat.

She then proceeded to part her legs slightly, and press her right knee to mine, as if inviting me to feel between her thighs. Deciding not to let the open invitation go waste, I gently slid my left hand under her skirt, and began to run my fingers along the inside of her thigh. This caused her to squirm in her seat, and her tightened her grip around my arms, pressing those firm young breasts of hers to my upper arm.

I had taken care to drape my jacket, which I habitually wore when I used the bike, across my lap, and as a result, Amisha’s hand which was rubbing my cock through my jeans, was not visible to the casual observer, concealed as it was under my jacket. On my right side, I could feel Gunjan’s chest beginning to heave, as her breath quickened; and to my amazement, I could now feel the hardness of her nipples protruding through the fabric of her petticoat and shirt. Encouraged by the response my ministrations were having, I began to gently flick my finger across the erect nubbins of her nipples through her shirt and petticoat, causing her to jerk suddenly, and once again hunch her shoulders together.

Emboldened, I moved my fingers towards the neck of her shirt and began to undo the top most button under the collar. With the button undone, I slid my palm into the neck of her shirt to feel her flat bony chest. I felt a shiver go through her body as my fingers came into contact with the bare skin of her upper chest. The petticoat she wore inside had a wide round neck, and as I ran my fingers along the neckline of her petticoat, I felt tiny goosebumps come up on the smooth skin of her neck.

Suddenly I felt Amisha shift in her seat again on the other side, and I quickly glanced at her. I was relieved to see that she was only adjusting her position in the seat to get more comfortable. Leaning back in the seat, she parted her legs imperceptibly, and clasped her fingers over mine which were under her skirt, and caressing the insides of her smooth firm thighs. I gave her fingers a knowing squeeze that conveyed my interest in her.

The skin on the inside of her thighs felt hot to touch, and I could make out that she was getting turned on. She responded by squeezing her thighs together, trapping my hand in between, and then opening them again. Continuing to gently caress her thighs under her skirt, I shifted my attention to Gunjan again.

Since she was sitting with her hands clasped together, and her shoulders hunched, I had little trouble in sliding my hand inside the neck of her petticoat. With a deft move, I pulled her slightly towards me, and simultaneously slid my hand into the neck of her petticoat. As my palm slid in and came in contact with the soft fleshy mounds of her perky breasts, her right hand jerked up automatically and grabbed hold of my right forearm.

Her perky little breasts felt incredible under my palm, and made me feel like I was groping on the underdeveloped breasts of a girl barely into her teens. They were firm, and yet soft; and were almost perfectly rounded lemon sized balls. I could feel that she had really tiny nipples, though they were hard as pebbles and singed my palm like hot coal. Glancing sideways, I saw that even though she was staring at the screen unwaveringly, her lips were parted, and the breath was escaping her braced mouth in shallow gasps.

Not wanting to scare her off, I just let my palm rest on the firm mounds her perky lemon sized tits, relishing the feel of them. Then I began to gently caress her breasts soothingly with the open palm of my hand, in an attempt to assuage her fears and bring her frantic heartbeats down to normal levels. But rather than soothe her, my caressing only served to make her squirm further, and I felt goosebumps sprout up almost immediately all over the tender skin of her virgin barely developed breasts.

Realizing that my gentle caresses would only tickle this uninitiated girl, I closed my fingers around the perky mounds of her breasts, and squeezed her tit-flesh gently. I seemed to have got it right this time, for I felt her fingers dig into my wrist again, holding my hand in a vice like grip.

My attention was then drawn to Amisha, who had gradually pushed my hand further up between her parted thighs, making the tips of my fingers touch the fabric of her white cotton panties. So aroused was she that I could almost feel the heat emanating from her young teenage pussy, even through her thick cotton panties. She was leaning back fully in the seat now, and with both her hands holding my hand in place between her legs, her proud young breasts straining against the fabric of her white uniform shirt, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes fixed on the screen; she looked like an object of unbridled desire.