VIRGIN PLAYBOY

#9~ We were talking more by speaking nothing at all

Twelve Years Ago.

She has been here for the past few days as one of those foreign exchange students. All he knew was her visa will be expired on 15th November which is almost two semesters from now......

She was different. I have been observing her since couple of days. It wasn’t that she didn’t notice me at all. I am cyberpunk of the college and incubus to college girls. Those two nerds who became her friends must have told her about me. Priscilla Vestow. Since I came to know her name, don’t know what happened to me!! Don’t know even why I keep calling her by her name from inside and feared instead if she could hear me. I am much familiar with her aerodynamic yoga figure and her easy flowing blonde hair stretching to her shoulders, each time she put her hair behind her ear god!! That drives me crazy. I hardly managed to have an eye to eye contact with her since she started attending classes because my heart beats at higher rate and my senses go numb each time I pass her by, numerous times I have tried ignoring her but each time she happened to be come in front of me I lose to myself and end up staring at her, not at her eyes directly but I am sure she scans me. I could hear rumours that college girls are pretty curious why I have shifted my seat from first bench to last. Well they don’t know it benefits my vision that I can see both professor and her at a time. Friends have been asking me what’s wrong with me. What should I say? That the most demanded boy of college has surrendered his bloody heart to a mere blonde sample. Nope!! Shouldn’t say her sample rather an art pure art... suppose if Leonardo portrayed her it could have been his best work ever. If there would be a title of Miss Universe of All Time undoubtedly she will be crowned. Oh!! Her voice sounds so sensuous. There is strange vulnerability in her voice which agitates my emotions, teases me when I could hear she calls out my name followed by I love you. So I say to my friends tired of sitting at first benches as few semesters left why we don’t seat like schooldays at last bench.

Today is Monday, It’s been a week since her show up by this time she has got the maximum share of cause of my excitation in terms of both mentally and physically. I am sure that she is the first girl to acquaint me with my own mysterious emotions which I have never experienced before, Wonder what schemes she would initiate upon me if ever happened to be that we both fall in love with each other. I didn’t know when bell rang. Teachers always give me expression like the boy knows it all, so I always get excused. Professor Das must have realized today that I wasn’t paying attention to his class still he excused me, I guess will continue to excuse as long as I bring distinct marks in his subject. Thoughts of Professor lasted for nano seconds when I noticed Prscilla coming in my direction with slow but steady steps head low, holding something it might be lunch of the nerds who with a smiley face kept following her. Except my eyes that was stuck into my laptop all my senses was measuring the continuously decreasing distance between us with increase in heart beats and cold sweat as complimentary. Thank God I sent my friends to grab some beers by handing them my ‘Kinght Breweries’ Premium Card.  I was sitting on the middle seat of the last row and she is still coming in my direction by the walking passage. Happy face sponsored by her stretched lips with touch of insecurity in her eyes is numbing my senses now, she should know it damn!! I must stop her from controlling my senses but how I don’t know in fact it could never happen I guess as she sat next to my seat. Hypnotizing me with her smell but facing her nerdy friends on the other side and began unfolding the aluminium foil which was wrapping the food. Now I can barely breathe from my nose as I am literally eating her smell yet again she assisted me getting acquainted with intensifying excitation. She is busy eating spicy Indian foods and chatting. Her voice with foods stuffed in mouth is sounding much of a moan, Oh God!!! Save me from this torture. I am no more typing programs in computer, my fingertips just rubbing the switches. Don’t know why she is not talking anymore but groaning aloud with food stuffed in mouth which she hastily gulped in guess it could be chilli whatever it is she just moaning more than before. Her two friends rushed down to front seats for water but till then I was out of control and I guess she too as well. I withdrew my hands from brutally rubbing my keyboard and put them on her shoulder, with a surprise she turned to look back at me. All I could notice is her blushing chicks bulging and contracting due to oral respiration with semi watery eyes begging to rescue her. I don’t see any other choice and don’t even care if her friends have already brought her water. My eyes were fixed inside her mouth that was guarded by her pink lips. “Let me help you out” saying this I didn’t even wait for reply I just buried my tongue inside her mouth. I could sense her hands brushing my hairs and pressing my head against herself. My tongue seems no more a normal thing rather much of a warrior acting like a saviour as it redefined the definition of heat and softness altogether. I don’t know for how many seconds it last with sudden increase in heat of my body I realised I should stop now. I opened my eyes noticed her eyes which were still closed then released her shoulder, I got up picked up my laptop and decided to run. Taking large steps than usual I licked my lips and realized I got some share of her mouth burning as well and just then I slipped, knocked down hard a futile attempt to rush, more or less I had to fall or anything stupid in order to come back in normal condition, for the first time I thanked God to make me slip down the stairs of this class room.