Signals & Reunions Pt. 01

Part 1: The Lighter in the Pocket

A month back home at your parents' after being away for so long seems like a good idea until you're actually doing it. After a week of sleeping in and snacking on delicacies made by my mother, my hometown regressed back to being boring and methodic.

Maybe it was this feeling of boredom coupled with curiosity that landed me at my old school that day. I never visited and continued onto universities in farther and farther away. I was having second thoughts as I saw people whom I couldn't recognise going in packs of 3 or 4 and some familiar faces with kids already, maybe I should've tried to catch up with a few of my own classmates before arriving. The only two close friends I have from school weren't in town either way. Well well, how bad can it be; I hugged myself as I made my way towards the venue hall.

While I was wearing nothing exceptional, I was definitely standing out in a sheer black shirt and a short woollen skirt over thigh high socks and boots showing just a smidge of thigh in between. My modest yet cheeky bralette was hidden underneath my oversized plaid cardigan. The usual choice of skull and serpentine rings, a barbed wire necklace and a deep plum pout were making me feel a bit out of place for the first time in a while. Over the years, I have owned up to my cozy gothic persona and the attention it quite often ends up giving me, however, being back in school gave me the same nervous anxiety I hadn't felt in years.

I finally reached the venue and had a surprisingly good time catching up with a few classmates that I didn't know would be there. The snacks were nostalgic and the conversations weren't bad. After the initial shock at the entrance, I ended up meeting a couple of juniors who used to be in my book club and from there I snowballed into familiar territory.

It was at the dessert buffet as I reached onto the last remaining marble brownie, that I brushed my hand against Karan who had his eyes on the same. He was polite enough to let me take it.

I flashed him a small smile and said a brief thankyou.

"It's been a long while, I definitely wouldn't recognise you if you weren't on my Instagram haha, it's a nice look," he said.

"Thank you, you have changed yourself, all that salt and pepper vibe suits you quite a lot.", I reverted

"Well it definitely makes people take me seriously," he chuckle. Then went on, "So is this your first reunion? I have been to a couple others, never saw you here."

I replied, "Well yeah, the timing never fit right so I was never here when the meet happened. What you upto these days?"

He answered, "Ah well the same old story, I wanted to play professional football so naturally, I now work in finance now. What about you, lemme guess you're a writer or something now."

"Oh I wish, just a poor academician, finished my PhD a few months back. Damn finance, you must be making bank then," I said.

Karan used to be quite the underdog football star in our school. He used to sit behind me during all exams and I will not be wrong in taking credit for most of what he scored. I used to have a crush on him at one point but it wasn't something that particularly defined my school days.

We stood awkwardly together as I munched on my dessert and he sipped on some soft drink.

"So... I've been invited to the after party at Koko's. Wanna tag along, my mates aren't here this year either," he asked me with searching eyes.

I pondered the question, I had an okayish time until here. Going to the party might be nice after all, a bit of booze might just finally trigger nostalgia and make appreciate the town more.

"Yeah, sure why not, I have nothing better to do anyway. Should be fun," I agreed.

"Good choice, Ms. Straight A," he said.

We slowly exited the school, halting near the swimming pool to see some people hanging about with their kids and spouses and then, made our way to his car. He opened the door for me, and I could feel some blood creeping up my cheeks. Maybe, my school girl crush on him hadn't completely died. Do they ever?

He got into the driver's seat and we set off. With the heater on, the cardigan felt heavy and I contemplated whether I should take it off or not. I was now regretting my bold undershirt choices. I eventually took it off. The tussle made him look my way and I saw his eyes light up a bit at my black lace bralette covered chest ever so slightly.

"So you were already dressed for a party underneath?," he remarked cheekily.

"Let's say I have good intuition. I didn't take it off.... on purpose you know. I am engaged," I said hesitatingly. I guess at that point I just wanted to clear the air as I felt agreeing to a party late night and then showing off your skimpy clothes was definitely sending the wrong signal.

"Congratulations, you. I am married too by the way, for a couple years now. Don't worry about it, I am sure a beautiful woman like you must be used to the constant attention," he said sincerely.

I felt embarrassed now as I noticed the slim gold band on his ring finger.

"Congratulations to you too then haha," I said.

I noticed we were pulling into the parking of the pub. Thank god, I felt a sigh of relief. There was something not so innocent about this interaction. A small voice in the back of my head warned me of why would two people draw out boundaries if they hadn't been thinking of crossing them

He parked the car and we got out. He held out the door for me again, like a gentleman, again as we entered the pub. The last time I was at Koko's, we had our class 12th farewell here a decade back. All I remember from that night is that I had drank on an empty stomach and a guy from my class tried his best to makeout with me but failed. Looking at the younger people who probably had only passed out last year or so, those memories seemed so fresh.

"Reminds one of our farewell after-party doesn't it?," remarked Karan.

It was as if he was reading my mind.

He continued, "Tanisha was mad at me as I had spilled half a beer on her saree in the car."

I vaguely remembered a pretty girl named Tanisha but since there was nothing to talk about I broached the open subject hoping to get some conversation going.

"So whatever happened to you and her?," I asked.

He answered, "Ah, nothing. College happened. She went to Kolkata for design and I went to the other coast. God, I feel so old man, all of that feels like a lifetime ago."

"Yeah, it definitely seems like a lifetime ago. Would you like to drink something, it'll be a shame if we were back here and didn't drink those rancid whiskey cocktails?", I said as I tried to lighten up the mood.

Maybe I shouldn't have come to the after party, there wasn't much to bond over with Karan I realized. Apart from being on each other's socials we hadn't talked ever save for once, when he congratulated on my undergrad graduation, or was it my post graduation, I couldn't remember.

"Oh for sure, I could use a drink. How about you find us oldies a seat, while I get the drinks, eh?," he said.

"Ofcourse", I agreed.

I made my way deeper into the pub and the music grew louder. I found a corner couch vacant and plopped myself there. I saw Karan at the bar conversing with a familiar guy I couldn't entirely. I looked at my phone, texting my mom I'll be home late. Abhay had replied with thirsty messages to the outfit pic I had sent him. I silently smiled at the affection and excitement that this guy generated in me even after almost half a decade of being together.

Karan came back with 4 instead of 2 drinks. He said, "I had em made extra strong, so no need to go to the bar again."

We had to sit close on the small couch. I drank my drink rapidly, almost downing the first drink in one go. I felt the burn from the cheap whiskey. The pub felt really warm, even the barely there shirt seemed like a lot in the thick of December.

He had to lean next to my ear to talk to me because of the music and likewise, I had to do the same.

"I met Sikandar from the football team at the bar counter, I could barely recognise him. He asked if you were my wife haha. I told him that that's Nisha from the girl's team and we're not together of course. He couldn't recognise you at all, you've turned from cute to lethally hot, can't blame him.", he almost shouted in my ear due to the loud music.

I don't know if it was the alcohol or validation one unconsciously seeks from people they grew up with, I felt something inside me tingle at the words.

Trying to downplay the comment, I answered, "Haha, well I hope you said thank you to him. I feel flattered. Also, lethally hot, c'mon that's taking it a bit far. And for what it's worth, you look pretty handsome yourself."

He gave me a warm grin and said, "Thanks, Miss. And trust me--lethally hot isn't an exaggeration. I don't think you've noticed just how many hungry stares you're getting. I mean, who doesn't fantasize about showing up to a school reunion and getting seduced by the former nerd or jock they once knew?"

I said, "Well yeah, that fantasy is always there. I can barely recognise some of the men and women here, hotness happens with age to most it seems."

He continued, "Well too bad for such fantasies, I am married and you are engaged."

We clinked our glasses at that, the conversation shifting to our partners. He told me he'd married a yoga instructor named Ashna, whom he met during a work trip to Pondicherry. She sounded like a dream, and I felt a strange twinge of jealousy; on both our behalves. They lived in Mumbai now. I shared a bit about my fiancé, Abhay, whom I'd met while doing my PhD in Germany. We were both back in Delhi and living together.

From there, the conversation drifted into an odd mix of topics, easy and unhurried. It was quite nice to talk to him, much nicer than I would've thought, the alcohol definitely was playing its part.

"Do you wanna go for a smoke upstairs?," I asked him.

And in came his instant reply, "Thought you'd never ask."

He stood up and offered his hand, which I took hesitantly, and we made our way up a vine-covered staircase to the terrace. Only two or three people were up there, huddled in a corner smoking hashish, and the instant chill in the air explained why.

My arms instinctively wrapped around myself for warmth until something soft and heavy settled over my shoulders. Karan had taken off his jacket and draped it around me. The warmth was immediate, and the subtle musk of his perfume was unexpectedly comforting. I mumbled a quick "thank you," cheeks flushing once again. He stood nearly a foot taller than me, and his blazer fit me like a short trench coat.

We found a bench and sat with a bit of space between us. The blazer gesture had made me a little guarded but I didn't want to read too much into it.

I saw him fish out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser's pocket.

"So.. you're a habitual smoker?," I asked.

"Guilty, I can tell you're one too," he said.

He opened the packet and held it out to offer me one.

"How can you tell?," I asked curiously.

I took a cigarette from the pack. He did the same.

"You've been rubbing your smoker's fingers together for a while now, I just paid attention, that's all", he answered.

"Don't you have a lighter?," I asked.

"Oh that's in the blazer's pocket," he replied.

I snuck my hands in the side pockets one by one but was interrupted by Karan's hand entering the front breast pocket. His hand lay flat against my left breast as he looked at me in the eyes. I was a bit shocked at the sudden shift in the air. While looking into my eyes, he fully grabbed my tit and gave it a squeeze. I just looked at him dumbfounded, unable to react and then, I felt him retract his hand with the lighter in grip. He lit up the cigarette in my mouth and then to his.

I wasn't sure how to deal with the situation. It clearly was harassment. But why did I not do anything? I was shocked, yes, but also somewhat excited. The alcohol had made my mind cloudy.

He said, "You know, Nisha, back in school and for a while after it, you were quite the locker room talk. I don't know any guy from that time that didn't want to grope those tits of yours. And after school, seeing you dress all slutty and gothic in your college photos, I'll be lying if I said it didn't excite me."

He smoked his cigarette and looked directly at me but I couldn't dare to look up. My cigarette was halfway over without any drags after the initial one. My head was spinning at his words, it was as if all the filters had fallen off.

"That's wildly inappropriate, Karan. I don't even know what to say. I am not looking to do anything. It's best we leave," I said trying to sound as firm as possible.

He scooted closer on the bench and put his arm around me. He lowered his head to my face as I felt paralysed.

He said, "You don't have to do anything, Nisha. I just want to know why did you wear all this to a school reunion. A sheer blouse exposing those tits, and a skirt that makes me wanna..."

His sentence stopped as I felt his hand grab one of inner thighs and kept going further inside under the hem of my mini skirt. I tried to grab his large hand and shove it away but his other hand came from behind and gripped both of mine.

I whispered, "What the fuck is up with you, let me fucking go. This isn't funny."

Whisper? I wanted to scream but it was as if my body wasn't cooperating. A part of me was excited and wanted to see how far he would go. I wasn't sure now if it was only the alcohol flooding my mind.

"I don't hear you saying no, Nisha. And from what I can tell, you should be used to like being forced don't you," he crooned next to my ear.

I tried to twist my body away from his but he only pulled me closer with my back against his chest. I tried to turn around and look at the people who were earlier there on the terrace, surely they could see what was going on but they had already left. It was just me and Karan with his hand beneath my skirt now.

All the struggle was cut by the cold feeling of Karan's fingers rubbing me over my panties. It was rough and possessive. He found my clit and started rubbing it in skilful circles. A meek moan escaped my mouth eliciting a chuckle from him.

"Stop..... what... no.. please stop," I breathed out feebly.

I felt his chest rumble against my head in gentle laughter. Then I felt his hand slip inside my panties.

He said, "Dang Nisha, you're wet like anything down there. So much for no, isn't it. You filthy slut."

It was as if his words dove straight to my cunt and I could feel myself getting wetter. I felt so conflicted and aroused. It felt good and bad at the same time. I knew it was wrong and more importantly, it was against my will but the feeling of fingers teasing my cunt drenched in my own juices just felt ecstatic.

With a lot of conscious effort, I finally snapped out of it. I pushed his hands off of me got up to turn away and exit but he was quicker. As soon as I got up, he pushed me down again by my elbows onto his lap with his arms wrapping around my body. One hand shot up to cover my mouth and I felt the other shoving my skirt up so that it was now bunched up at my waist.

He said, "You know there are no cameras on the terrace and those stoners aren't here anymore. It's about to be 2am and you're not getting a cab into the city and I bet they'll do even more terrible things to you than me. You're at my mercy, whether you like it or not. It's best for you that you do what I say now."

I tried to get his hand off my mouth as I felt his fingers find my embarrassingly wet cunt again. This time he didn't linger too much and inserted a finger straight in. I let out an unprecedented whimper at the feeling. He added another finger and started pumping them into my pussy as I tried to stifle my unwelcome moans.

"Fuck, Nisha. Were you waiting for this to happen? So wet and eager. I can hear you silencing those moans. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten those drinks with double shots for you, you're struggling way too little," he whispered in my ear.

Then, I felt his hand recede and after a few seconds I was met with a mellow flash. My heart almost came out my throat as I saw Karan's hand holding his phone with the camera open in front of me going in a downward motion from my face and over my body. I looked like such a mess. Wyes wide and mouth covered with his hand, tits disshelved and possibly exposed but covered by his blazer, skirt gathered the waist with my black panties pulled to the side to exposed my glistening pussy and inner thighs. The thigh high socks instead of covering me up made me look even sluttier on the camera.

He said, "What a fucking whore, finger yourself you bitch."

I shook my head violently against his hand which still covered my mouth.

He pestered, "Do it you slut, otherwise I can always hit your fiancé up and let him know of the little mistake we committed. I saw the photos you had sent him while we were down. I am amazed he lets you run around looking like such a piece of fuckmeat. He shouldn't have much trouble believing you ended up fucking a former school crush."

I let out a cry and tried to get away again.

He said, "Well well, you'll have it the harder way it seems. Good, I don't mind. I was hoping it would be like that."

He put his phone away and got up making me get up too with him.

He threatened, "Make a single noise after I remove my hand and I swear that video will be circulated on all alumni groups with your user handle".

With that he dropped his hand from my mouth and I breathed heavy, I felt so dizzy and unsure of my movements. I felt his hands pat down my skirt and then he grabbed my arm and almost forced me down the stairs into the parking lot. As we walked I could feel the cool air on my wet and still exposed pussy as the panties remained stuck to the side of right thigh.

Instead of taking the stairs, we took the lift this time. He kept me in front of him, tightly holding my arm with his hand. I could feel his cock on my mid-lower back and the fucker was grinding it against me. How did I let myself get into this position, I glibly pondered. My pussy was tingling from the recent rubbing. He was right, I was indeed dressed like a whore, what was I thinking.

We reached the parking lot and he pushed me towards his car. Most of the cars were gone except half a dozen or so. He finally let me go and surprisingly, he went straight to the driver's seat and sat down. Maybe this was good, he finally had enough kick and that was it. Maybe all of this was only limited to Koko's. his reputation was on the line as well, he wouldn't go too far, would he?

I tried to open the passenger side's door but it was locked. I tried to reach for my purse only to realize, he had been holding it for me when we came down. He drew the window glass halfway down.

"You think the night's over already, Nisha? Take off your panties and your bralette before getting into the car. You gotta pay up for all the good fingering you got there, honey," he said in a mocking tone.

I looked up at him blankly. There was no way I was doing that. I tried to sound firm and reason with him while standing outside with my damp pussy and erect nipples, hugging myself in the now biting cold of the night.

I said through a slight chatter in my teeth, "You can't be serious Karan, you've done enough bad for one day. Just drop me home, I'll forget about and mention it to no one. It's just a mistake."

He retorted, "Who said you're gonna forget, we have so many things to do. You'll have no choice but to remember. Now do as I am saying, or else I can just leave you here and you can get gangraped in one of those parked SUVs or you can let the security staff have a go at your holes to let you stay the night."

I stood paralyzed, thinking this couldn't really be happening and jumped at the sound of him switching on the engine. The sound finally made me get back to action. What I needed to do was get home somehow. Much to his greedy eyes, I bent and put my hands underneath my skirt, pulling my panties down with some struggle over getting them off my booted feet. I put them inside his blazer's pocket and then took of the blazer and pressed it between my thighs to keep it from falling off. Then I unbuttoned my sheer shirt, got it of my shoulders and unhooked and removed the bralette as fast as I could. It earned a low whistle from the monster. I heard the car door unlock as I was midway buttoning up my shirt.

"Don't button your shirt up, slut. Not that it would be covering much anyway," he said.

I rushed into the car with his blazer and my bralette in hand. As I sat down I felt something cylindrical hit my bare bum. I removed it from underneath me to see a medium sized dildo. I looked over to Karan whose lusty eyes scanned me thoroughly and sly grin rested on his face as I heard the doors get locked again.

I knew I wasn't getting home anytime soon as tears welled up in my eyes.

.......... to be continued.