Ab m thoda shaant hua. Fer mene jldi se apni paint uper ki aur bahar aa gaya aur Megha ko agle din subah aane ko bol diya. Fir m ghar aa gaya, ghar po...hanchte e mujhe saamne wali Aunty mili. Unhone bola k shaam 8 bje ghar aa jana dinner k liye, maine ok bola aur ghar aa gaya. Ghar aate e main so gaya. Bohat mast neend aayi us din. Fer mujhe bahar kuch shor sa hota hua suna, maine uthke dekha to 8:30 ho rahe the aur saamne wali aunty bell bjaa rahi thi. Sote sote time ka kuch pta e nai chlaa.. David discarded that notion as a bit far-fetched. Such rumours always abounded when two people lived at the same address.Saturday morning coffee was a different matter he could see at once. Arriving at about quarter past ten he was greeted effusively by the organist, who apologised for not speaking on the Sunday. Clearly this man needed something, and David wondered, based on what he had heard the previous Sunday during the service, whether it was organ playing lessons or whether the instrument. But all he did was to ask me if it hurt my cock to be locked up inside my pants and I replied that it did until I got it adjusted right. Then he tried to talk me into taking it out; I told him it scared me but he insisted guys do it all the time.I had to admit to myself they did and that the back row was especially full of guys openly jerking off. So I let him talk me into unzipping and feeling the air on my erection almost made me spurt.He wasn't shy about looking at my cock and I kind of. So I lost hope. College started, I was interacting with everyone.Lemme introduce you to the heroine of the story. Let’s call her anamika. She was short, sweet and humble. I was attracted to her from day 1. I was an average student but was also interested in other activities which also highlighted me in teachers eyes (also banged my punjabi biology ma’am but that is for another time). As I was saying anamika was also attracted to me. We used to hang out a lot. That made us get closer. I used to.