DivineGodX

drape

The next evening, at React, Arjun entered the premises with wings on his hips, seemingly hang-jumping around innocent poles in the pavement. Nethran stood downstairs and glared at him.

"Why didn't you come yesterday?"

"Huh, jerked off and slept."

"What?"

"I meant, being a jerk to my sister got me getting scolded by my parents, ending in me crying. And then I slept. What to do?"

"Ask me, why won't you? Yesterday's was a severe revision of last year portions, and you were careless as to doze off?! Even Rava said that before."

"Meh, I hate that fatass. And why are you acting like you gave me birth, eh? Chill dude, I know my physics."

"Whatever, Kumar wanted to meet you."

"Why, he wants me to check his question papers?"

"Fuck, no. Who knows. He left without saying a word. All fatasses."

Arjun nodded in reluctance.

"Here", Nethran gave him yesterday's question paper. Arjun got it and stuffed it in his pant pocket.

They went upstairs to their classes and on entering, Arjun threw the papers onto the bin.

Radhika mouthed from the last bench,"My love."

Arjun ran to her in a cinematic style and hugged her.

"Missed you darling."

"Did you fap again?"

"Huh,"- Arjun released the hug and got back.

"Why, yes darling."

Radhika almost shouted, "You, don't sit near me. Go away loser. Fuck off". She turned away in disgust and sat back in her seat. Her friend was busy solving the DPP.

He got pissed off. With clenched teeth, he managed,"I ain't one."

Now, Rawal had entered the class, which Arjun didn't notice. He starting distributing yesterday's answer sheets. He had to attend the next room in five minutes.

Though he hadn't written the test, Rawal called out his name. A blank sheet was passed to him, with a big elliptical entity in the right corner of the sheet.

Nethran sat in the nearest bench. "Yes, you are."

Arjun went to his seat, and gave him a kick to his crotch, which landed on the edge of the bench. With Nethran laughing his ass off, Arjun sat down, closed his eyes and channeled his thoughts to an exotic niche - divinity.

Today's class was biology. Ms. Shilpa was the Biology faculty. She was thirty two years old, was medium slim, had a mature provoking face and  nice measurements. Her voice was a good treble, but could crack sometimes. It sounded well as a moan to Arjun.

When Arjun couldn't quench it by seeing any silky models online, he sought to fantasizing about Shilpa ma'am. One morning, in wet undergarments, he searched up various galleries to find a lookalike to the Shilpa he had imagined the night before, gown removed. He had no luck though.

He couldn't be termed as a pervert, though. Shilpa ma'am acknowledged such thoughts about her. Her cracking up was done purposefully, knowing it sounded as a moan. She then giggled to cover it up.

She was single. And she had, on many an occasion acted passionate and flirty around Arjun.

Once, in her class, he had asked to attend his nature's call. She unzipped his pants and asked him to do it here, since the subject then was urology and it would be fitting for a live demo.

Arjun hadn't felt embarassed, though. He almost brought down his pants, when Radhika shouted,

"Eww, we don't want to see his pee."

The entire class roared in laughter. She should have said him instead of his. Her friend who was even then busy working out, paused to laugh at her.

Radhika silently retorted,"I have seen his many times. Shut up. Though it was, hmm, not that great."

Amidst the howling, Arjun motioned with his hands, "Why?" But the hands went out of control and accidently caressed the blouse of Shilpa. Deep down, something arose. Though, the class was preoccupied in laughter and gossip to notice the happenings

She giggled even more and turned around, then took his hand and rubbed it on her assets. Arjun broke into a stupid smile.

Then entered Mr. Kumar. He raised his query, "Where's Arjun?"

"Sir", he raised his hand, his fingers crossed over being interrupted from fingering heaven.

"Come to my office", he left saying this. He didn't mind the almost undone pants, or the removed grape-violet drape that didn't hide the valley between the round hills.

Having such promiscuous fame, she was late by more than ten minutes.

Arjun decided to investigate and went to the staff room. Only one fan was running and one light was on, giving the room considerable darkness. Shilpa was at the end of the room, washing her face in the basin. Arjun went near her and massaged her back shown by the steep blouse, being blue silk today.

She turned around and Arjun could make out the erect nipple through the light blouse, with the window lighting. Shilpa removed her drape fully. She took his hand in hers and led him to the washroom beside.

Shortly, Rawal sir sprinted from his class to the only washroom in the staff room, where Arjun was occupied with Ms. Shilpa.

Rawal saw that the light switch was on and someone was already in. After a couple of minutes, he knocked hard on the door. But it didn't open.

Meanwhile, Radhika had been lying her face down on her bench, waiting for Arjun to please her with lovely words and make sure he doesn't break the cycle again. Which he will, though.

She looks up and finds him missing. Since the teacher too didn't come, the class was in a messy chaotic state.

She gets up and goes down the corridor to find her ma'am. She finds the dim lighted staff room and just in time, Rawal sir comes up front, mimicking crying.

"Oh, my dear student, what atrocity is this?" He surged forward, as if for a hug.

Radhika misstepped and said,"What to do sir.", not knowing why.

He went off, with awkward steps and an even more awkward lunge. Fatass, Radhika thought.

She peered inside and found the washroom light flooding through the narrow gap at the ceiling. She stared at it, as though it were some chemical structure she was having trouble naming. Then she left.

If she had seen Arjun with Shilpa, she would have rephrased her previous exchange with him.

She might have said,"Go away player. Fuck off."
Shilpa might have bit her lip in arousal and consoled Arjun with her tender milk-filled balloons.

Her remaining clothing would have followed the way of the drape.