Bold Girlfriend's Game Ch. 03

Shanaya's eyes opened as the sunlight filled the room. The clock showed 10 am. She felt her bladder tense up, courtesy of her habit of drinking lots of water after sex. She tried to get up from the bed, but as soon as she attempted a sudden sharp pain jolted in her loins.

Her pussy was sore.

It was a reminder of the rough beating it had taken the previous night but the person responsible for her current state was missing from his usual position in the bed. Nonetheless, she had to pee. As she got up, she saw a sticky note on the bathroom mirror from her boyfriend.

"I have come down for some important society work. Will come home in 30 minutes."

She knew his father was the chairman of the residential society but she did not realize that Sparsh did some society work and what the emergency was that he had to go leaving her alone at home. Especially after last night. She decided to give him a piece of her mind when he came back, but she was too sleepy to think further she dismissed the note and sat down to pee. Another glimpse of yesterday's night flashed in front of her eyes as she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen as she started peeing.

"God!! Was he rough last night". She thought to herself.

She entered the shower and felt the additional soreness in her breasts as she washed them. She loved to caress her breasts while washing them. Once upon a time, she prayed or rather begged her God to give her the breasts she had now. Even when she was still in 10th grade, her breasts were still a 30A. All of her friends had grown a decent pair of breasts, but she was still waiting for hers to grow.

Genetically, she was supposed to have good-sized breasts. When she got her periods in 6th grade, she expected her breasts to start growing soon. However, even in 8th grade, when her breasts didn't budge an inch above the chest wall, she asked her mother why her breasts were still small. Her mother told her that in a year or 2, she would have nice big breasts like hers.

Two years had passed since her conversation with her mother and she was in 10th grade then. Her older bras still fit perfectly. Her mother told her she did not require a new bra. Not that she had ever worn a real bra then. Years ago when she felt like the only girl in class not wearing a real bra, she insisted her mother to buy her bralettes or trainer bras since all her friends had already started wearing real bras.

She knew that she didn't need a bralette. Her nipples weren't so big that they would poke through the top. So she often went braless. Some of her friends would be so jealous of her that she could wear anything, with or without a bra, since most of them had their wardrobes changed to more conservative clothes by their respective mothers, as their previous ones revealed too much skin. Few girls complained about the back pain being so terrible.

Though Shanaya knew that above all these complaints, these girls enjoyed special attention because of their breasts. The hot senior guys in school would always go to these girls with well-developed breasts. Small-chested girls like her would receive no attention from these seniors, and the guys of similar age would appear too immature in comparison to the seniors. Shanaya, however, liked a guy from her same class, Sparsh. He was a nice guy and made her laugh a lot during classes. They were in the same class till 10th grade. They would go home together on the same bus. They would also chat on Facebook and WhatsApp. He was a good friend to her and showed no interest in pursuing her then. However, her infatuation for him gradually increased with time as he was one of the only guys to give her attention.

It was the farewell day at school, which was the last day before everyone parted ways for the preparatory leave for their 10th board exams. Shanaya was expecting Sparsh to ask her to become his girlfriend, but he didn't. They didn't meet after the farewell day but stayed connected via WhatsApp or Facebook.

After 10th grade exams, they had a summer vacation of 3 months before they joined high school or junior college, as it is called in Mumbai. They used to chat on the phone or Facebook for hours daily. Vacation passed away as she had gone to visit her uncle in the USA and Sparsh was also passing time playing video games in the day and playing football in the evening. 10th-grade results were out, and they coincidentally got admission to the same college. Both of them wanted to become engineers. Both were happy that they would be in the same college.

They both agreed to meet at least once before joining junior college. They agreed to play badminton the next day evening at 6 pm since from 4 pm to 6 pm Sparsh had an important football match. Sparsh had asked her to meet at the playground at 6 pm.

The next day Sparsh was his usual self playing football. He was playing as a forward in the match. Towards the end of the second half the scores were 2-2. He dribbled the ball past 2 tall and bulky defenders and tried to hit hard towards the goal post but the opposite team goalkeeper caught the ball. He was the youngest person on the turf. The college boys of his society had seen him play and offered him to play as a center forward in their team. They were 2- 4 years older than him and didn't allow boys of Sparsh's age to play with them. Sparsh had his eyes only for the ball. He saw as the opposite team's goalkeeper threw the ball across the turf to his teammate. There were hardly any defenders in the back and worst of all the goalkeeper was missing. The opposite team's attacker kicked the ball effortlessly in the unmanned goalpost.

Sparsh cussed and yelled, "Where the fuck is the goalkeeper".

He found the goalkeeper towards one side of the corner post talking to a girl. The young girl had worn pink shorts and a white tank top. She had her hair open which flowed down her neck onto her breasts.

"Focus on the game you fucking Romeo" he yelled.

As he went closer he initially didn't recognize her.

"She has come for you, Sparsh", the goalkeeper yelled back.

In the heat of the match, Sparsh had completely forgotten that he was supposed to meet Shanaya that evening. As he jogged towards her he could see all his teammates had stopped the game entirely and were just ogling her. As he neared Shanaya he realised why. In these last 3 months since they met Shanaya had changed a lot. Sparsh was astonished at seeing a flat-chested girl transform into what seemed like good orange-sized breasts swelling against her white tank top.

Sparsh noticed her white tank top being stretched tight against her breasts. The growth spurt made her taller and her legs longer. Her shorts had become shorter and ended quite high above her knees exposing fair and creamy thighs shining in the flood lights. Shanaya might have not realized what effect her growth spurt had on her clothes he thought.

Sparsh had come close to her and was truly amazed. He was mumbling something as if he was struck by a sledgehammer in the head. But coming to his senses he told her that his match would be over in 10 mins and then they could start playing badminton. She replied that she would warm up by running laps around the turf on the running track.

As Sparsh resumed playing, his opponents had lost all aggression. All of them were distracted with frequent head turns taking a glimpse of the girl on the running track. This resulted in Sparsh scoring 2 more goals. After the game, Sparsh waited for Shanaya to finish her lap. As Shanaya finished her lap she came walking towards Sparsh.

Even today, whenever Sparsh was asked what is his most memorable moment with Shanaya, he would always remember this particular moment.

His jaw literally dropped seeing such a gorgeous goddess walking towards him. Under the setting sun, the thin layer of sweat on her legs arms, and her cleavage made her skin glisten. Her breasts were heaved with each breath and also with each step indicating her lack of a supportive bra or maybe no bra at all. Her poor tank top while trying its best to conceal the bouncing breasts had displaced slightly from their place revealing ample amount of her cleavage. With each step, Shanaya could feel all the 25 pairs of eyes now shamelessly ogling her body.

Shanaya chuckled every time this memory played in her mind.

Back then, Shanaya exactly knew what she was doing. The intentional hip sway, tucking in her tummy, and arching her back to make her top strain while walking towards those boys was her added extra touch. Shanaya had waited for this for a really long time.

In school, she was bullied for having small breasts and not requiring to wear a bra. The mean girls even called her out for having breasts smaller than the chubby boys. These taunts along with being ignored by the boys, who preferred bigger boobs girls. Her frustration had built up over the years.

Immediately after the start of summer vacation, she noticed her breasts getting bigger.. During this time she was in the USA at her paternal uncle's place. Her aunt had noticed this and took get lingerie shopping. They brought a few new bras, tops, and shorts to fit her growing body. 30 C was the first bra that she ever purchased. She was extremely happy to buy her first bra and loved wearing it. When she came back to India, she was staying with her grandparents as her parents had gone for a relative's wedding in Jaipur. She later realized wearing a bra in India was much different than wearing a bra in the US. The heat and humidity of Mumbai made her sweat a lot, resulting in itching on her breasts and constant adjustment of her bra bands to the extent that she preferred not wearing it. Daily while bathing used to caress her breasts and feel how big her breasts were getting every day. Not wearing a bra in the Los Angeles area of America was something that wouldn't be stared at, but in India, if your nipples poked out through the top boys and men would stare shamelessly.

Shanaya didn't have a sports bra yet and her normal wired bra would just irritate her when playing badminton with her friends. Her friends who would bully her now became silent and didn't make any comment on her breasts. She felt extremely confident. Once getting irritated with her wired bra she decided to go without it to play badminton. There were a few boys from their same building who played badminton with them. The entire time all the boys showed a novel interest in the girl whom they made fun of. Their persistent efforts to strike a conversation with her by making some fun comment or joking around the badminton court was quite evident. The other girls felt as if their importance had just been robbed.

Shanaya had never felt like this in her life.

"Is this what girls with breasts get to feel daily", she had thought to herself.

However, it also attracted unwanted attention from the other older boys and uncles. It wasn't until later evening that day when one society aunty came up to her and told her to go home to change clothes since when she would bend over to pick up the shuttlecock her top would fall and further expose her breasts also her shorts would ride up exposing more upper thigh.

Once home she stood in front of the full length mirror. She repeated her bending movement and just appreciated how much of a cleavage was visible. She looked extremely sexy. Her perky young boobs strained against the black tank top she wore and looked more obscene as she bend over. She couldn't control her smile. She remembered how she had literally begged god for these breasts and now she had them and they just kept growing. However, after that incident with the society aunty and the stares from uncles she decided to dress modestly.

But, when Sparsh had contacted her and they decided to meet she knew she had to play her trump card, especially since Sparsh had told her to meet at the turf ground. There was no society aunty to slutshame her and also the group of boys that Sparsh played with, had other senior boys from their school and neighborhood. Some of the boys along with some senior girls in her school had bullied her for being flat-chested even in 10th grade. A few of them had ghosted her on Facebook. Few of them were boyfriends of the girls who bullied her. To see them now drool and perhaps regret ignoring her in school would be interesting, Shanaya thought. Only Sparsh was the guy who had proved over and again that he was a true friend and with whom she had spent the most time chatting. She had a plan in mind, It was supposed to be a tight slap shutting all the other boys for ignoring her in school.

As she approached Sparsh, she looked straight into his eyes. His eyes just gave away his emotions, his shock at seeing her turn into such a hot girl. His eyes struggled to maintain eye contact. Like magnets, they were getting attracted to her cleavage, resulting in a downbeating nystagmus. He struggled to make a normal conversation when Shanaya asked him about his summer vacation. His speech was stutterred with multiple pauses and a lot of "ummmm" and "aaahhhhhh." Though her eyes were watching his eyes, she could feel the other 24 pairs of eyes caressing her body, not sparing a single inch.

Through her peripheral vision, she noticed the boys had stopped talking amongst themselves and now directing all their attention towards them. A few of them awkwardly adjusting their pants. She knew her plan was successful, and now she turned and walked towards the badminton court with Sparsh, a subtle hip sway added extra.

As they played, Sparsh kept stealing glances at her breasts and ass. After receiving no complaints from my Shanaya, his discreet glances turned into open stares with his eyes oscillating between her breasts and her ass. Half of the football boys had left while half of them had come to watch their badminton match.

As Shanaya hit the shuttlecock with the bat, her breasts jiggled, and the running between the court left her tank top sweaty and wet. The meticulously selected white color now made her black trainer bra visible to those who cared to look, and the sweat made it drag itself down and expose more of her cleavage and also made her long legs shine in the floodlights. Sparsh was caught adjusting her dick multiple times; each time she caught him doing that, she gave a side eye and a sly smile. The game ended, and Shanaya adjusted her clothes to cover her cleavage. She wore a jacket from a bag that Sparsh hadn't noticed before.

Shanaya coudnt believe what just happened. She coudnt believe what just happened. A few days ago she had this wet dream which awoke her at 3 am with a wet pussy. She had masturbated while imagining the hot guys ogling her while ignoring their won girlfriend. Her heart pounded hard as she coudnt believe that she had just fulfilled her fantasy. This entire episode made a pool in her panties. A sudden itch arose in her loins. She had to go home and relieve herself ASAP.

Sparsh walked Shanaya to her building. As soon as she entered her room, Shanaya stripped off her sweaty clothes and jumped on the bed. She started stimulating her clit, and it was not long before she thrust 1 finger into her virgin pussy for the first time; with her other hand, she squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. She felt novel new sensation of warmth and of her finger in her pussy. Ofcourse the finger coused some pain but the pleasure was taking her to heaven. Within a few minutes, her body vibrated as a shuddering orgasm ensued. She held a pillow on her mouth to muffle a scream. She felt as though her soul had exited her body. This was the first orgasm of her life.

Meanwhile, Sparsh at his home was jacking his dick in his bathroom. His mind replayed all the instances of Shanaya bending down to pick up the shuttlecock. His cock never felt so hard and so thick. He didnt take long to spurt strings of copious virile cum from his 6-inch cock.

By the next sunrise, the news of Shanaya's escapade had spread across all the boys and girls groups of the residential society. Meanwhile, Shanaya was at her home with her grandparents, blushing at the sheer number of guys in her DM and their friend requests. Though Shanaya had not intended it, but kind of expected it, she had become a hot topic among the residential society boys and girls.

The conservative girls' group had started labeling her a slut for her choice of clothes and her behavior that day. Meanwhile, "The Mean Girls" group, what Shanaya and the conservative group girls called it, were surprised by her actions.

"The flatscreen TV now has some curves now," they giggled.

"Maybe we could let her in our group now," Megha suggested to others.

"Your boyfriend was practically drooling over her yesterday. He must be in her DM by now," replied Shikha.

"So would be yours!" Megha shot back.

"Let's get her into our group and the gurl code, before the society boys start wagging their tails and drooling behind her," suggested Shikha.

Her escapade, however, was limited to the younger crowd, and aunties or uncles of the residential society were oblivious to the events of that day. Shanaya was relieved since that would mean her parents would not come to know about her escapade, else she would be grounded for the rest of her college life.

The next day evening, Sparsh noticed a slight change in the demeanor of other football boys towards him. Everyone was curious to know more about Shanaya and what relationship they had. The boys asked him all sorts of questions,

"What is her age, and what class is she in?" asked multiple senior boys.

"Is she single"

"Is she looking for someone?"

A few questions were outright crass.

"Does she fuck on the first date?"

"I bet she is looking for attention."

"Did you see the size of her melons? She purposefully wore that top to carve attention. I am telling you she is one despo slut."

A few of them tried their luck to approach Shanaya on Instagram and Facebook, but she didn't accept their friend request.

Sparsh, as the evening passed by, started feeling increasingly insecure. Raj, his close friend, suggested to him that if he wanted Shanaya for himself, he needed to act fast, as college guys of the society had taken an interest in her. He knew he had to act fast. He had to ask Shanaya to become his girlfriend, or else someone else would.

Sparsh messaged Shanaya if she wanted to meet at night. Shanaya told him that her parents had come back and it would be difficult for her to leave the house at night. After Sparsh's begging, she finally agreed. Sparsh told her to come to a nearby cafe. Shanaya had worn a casual top and pajamas.

She entered the cafe and saw the hostess guide her to a small separate section of the cafe. The room was dark, and she couldn't see anything. Suddenly, candles lit up in the corner of the room, and as the warm light filled the room, heart-shaped balloons filling the floor stuck to the walls, hanging from the ceiling with ribbons dangling from them, came into light. Sparsh stood there with a bouquet of red roses. He fumbled with a speech that he made up earlier. His eyes teared as he asked her to be his girlfriend.

A goosebump spread over Shayana's body as she recalled how this all began.