Hi guys, this is my story from the days of my college life. I have been thinking about what happened and how life unfolded later. This is the beginning of everything with her.
Let me first introduce myself. I am Shubham (name changed), and I was doing a BCA during my graduation. I am a 6-foot guy with a broad upper body, but slim. I do work out, but not that regularly. I have a decent face, and I do get good attention from girls and ladies.
Now, back to the story.
I was in my second year of college. By then, I was very sad and lonely because of how my friendships turned out in the first year, and I was hopeful for a better year. I hated everything at that time. My grades were bad, my friends were snakes, and I was all alone.
It was my 19th birthday when I got a message from a classmate of mine. Let’s call her Gunjan (name changed). She was the topper type — smart, everywhere. Everyone seemed to know her. Not the prettiest girl in college, but she had this charm you couldn’t ignore. She was adored by a lot of people.
I had only interacted with her related to group projects whenever we ended up in the same group, and that too very little. My female friends didn’t like her because she was very different from them. She was not too much into fashion or beauty, but she was still admired by juniors and seniors.
I had heard a lot of seniors talking about how they would love to date her, but she never really paid attention to anyone like that.
Her message made my day. I just couldn’t believe she texted me. Maybe she texted everyone on their birthday, but we never really spoke much to each other directly. She wasn’t even on my Instagram, and that’s when I thought I should send her a follow request.
I had already had very bad friendships, so I was cautious about not being too desperate to find a new friend. But something about her made me think about her for a week.
After a week, I sent her a request. There were already 100+ mutual friends, so I thought it wouldn’t be too weird. To my delight, she accepted my request.
I was happy, but I wanted more. I felt she could be the person I’d been waiting for all along. I didn’t tell anyone yet — my toxic group would’ve ruined it for me. So I moved slowly, thinking about how to start a conversation. Talking in person felt too daring, and my friends would notice.
I added her on Snapchat — perfect for starting casual chats back then. She didn’t accept my request that day. I got worried. Maybe I’d moved too fast. Maybe she wasn’t interested. But just as I was about to lose hope, I got a snap from her. I went crazy with happiness. In that moment, I didn’t even realize how mad I was, obsessing over someone I barely knew.
I started a snap streak with her. Casual snaps, nothing too heavy. She would send simple ones too — pictures from her balcony, her face with the puppy filter, messy food. I would stare at every snap, thinking about what to say, but never finding the right words.
Then one day, she sent a snap of homemade sandwiches. I realized she wasn’t in the hostel. I started typing. At first, I wanted to ask about the sandwiches, but that would have been too obvious — too much like I was trying to initiate a conversation. So I said:
“Arey, Riya mujhse fir baat nahi kar rahi yarr… Gauri, tu bata, kya karu main…”
Riya was my childhood friend, and so was Gauri, but it was a lie – pretending like I texted the wrong person.
I was nervous. Then I saw her typing… and she replied with a simple, “?”
I couldn’t contain my happiness.
Me: “Sorry, wrong person. I was messaging my friend Gauri but accidentally messaged you.”
Gunjan: “It’s alright.”
Me: “Riya isn’t my girlfriend, by the way… just a friend. She has this habit of getting mad at the smallest things.”
Gunjan: “Oh, okay. I didn’t ask, by the way.”
Me: “Right… sorry, I’m a chatterbox.”
Gunjan: “Cool, no prob.”
Me: “Cool.”
That was our first-ever direct conversation. I was over the moon.
After that, I continued replying occasionally on Snapchat. We started talking more frequently, but in class, we pretended we hadn’t been chatting until 2 AM the night before.
A month passed, and I wanted to talk to her in person. I really liked our conversations — we shared a lot. It turned out her friend group was toxic, just like mine, and she was also looking for a new friend.
I decided I wanted to meet her, and I no longer cared what my friends would say. I asked if she would meet me after classes for coffee outside the college. She said, “Sure.”
I didn’t dress up much — I tried to keep it casual — but I was extremely nervous. Then I saw her walking toward me. I had been waiting at the gate, heart racing.
She was in a black V-neck t-shirt and blue skinny jeans, and she was looking hot. I felt lucky just to be there with her. She sat across from me, and we ordered two cold coffees.
It was a bit awkward at first, but gradually it became easier. Talking to her in person was definitely better than chatting online. Her perfume was intoxicating, and her cleavage made my hormones jump. Until then, I had only liked talking to her, but from that moment on, I was attracted to her.
We started meeting more often, and we started getting comfortable with each other. We would hug, sit closely in the movie theaters, and hold hands during walks.
I was going crazy. I had never imagined she was like this. I had come looking for a friend, but now I was fully attracted to her. I wanted to move fast, so I made a plan.
I messaged her on Snapchat:
Me: “Hey, are you up for the club? Bollywood night — you said you wanted to go, right?”
Gunjan: “Yeah, I saw it on Instagram… but how will we get out of the hostel so late? And how will we come back? I really want to… but it doesn’t seem possible.”
Me: “Don’t worry… I’ve got it all covered. Just think about what you’ll wear. I’ll take care of the plan.”
Gunjan: “What plan? Don’t give me false hope.”
Me: “So, you coming with me or not? Will your friends mind?”
Gunjan: “They won’t care. They’re busy with their own stuff anyway. What I do, who I talk to, where I go — it doesn’t matter to anyone.”
Me: “Perfect. Then it’s just you and me… as friends, of course. No stress. There’s a hotel near the club — we can book a room for the night. We’ll get ready there, pre-booze, and everything will be sorted, and we’ll be back by night.”
Gunjan: “A hotel… that’s a bit much. We’re not even that close as friends.”
Me: “Do you not trust me? We’ll book two rooms. No stress. Are you coming or not? It’s just us… the rest of the night we’ll have fun together anyway.”
Gunjan: “I’ll think about it and let you know.”
My plan worked. Gunjan agreed.
I booked two rooms at the hotel and got booze enough for both of us. We left the college after faking a seminar invite for permission. I was super excited.
While we were in the cab, I wanted to be close to her. I couldn’t wait for the night, so I started talking about how much I loved it when she hugged me because she was just so soft.
She smiled and said she heard this quite a lot, and I asked her to hug me. I thought she was going to say no, but she hugged me.
It was nice but a little weird sitting in a cab, so I said, “I will hug from back. This will be comfy for both of us.”
She agreed, and I pulled her close to me and hugged her from the back. I kept one arm around her waist and another on her chest. She didn’t move, so I felt relieved. It was a long drive as our college was in the outskirts of the city. I was enjoying my time with her.
Whenever the driver was applying the brakes, I was pressing my hand on her boobs, pretending to secure her, but actually enjoying them. She was also very comfortable, so I sensed she was enjoying it too.
I wanted more, so I asked her, “Are you this comfortable with your other male friends, or am I special?”
Gunjan: “I am very comfortable with all my male friends… but yes, with you the comfort is more.”
Me: “Nice… so can they hold you like how I am holding you right now?”
Gunjan: “You mean pressing my boobs while the car is braking? No, they can’t. You are daring. I give you that, but don’t think that I didn’t notice.”
Me: “But you aren’t denying… so is that a sign?”
Gunjan: “No, I was just checking how far you will go. I need to be alert with you, then.”
Me: “Arey no no, it’s not like this. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
(My hand was still on her boobs)
Gunjan: “Hmm, I am not. That’s weird, but I feel nice when you hug me too.”
Me: “What else do you want? I am free to use.”
Gunjan: “Haha, nothing. Don’t think I am going to sleep with you tonight. I just like hugging a lot… and with being a female, sometimes these bad boys also want to be properly included.”
Me: “I like these bad boys.”
I could tell Gunjan was into me too, and as much as she denied wanting to go further, I could convince her easily. Now, I was more confident than ever.
Me: “So, how else are you comfortable with your other male friends?”
Gunjan: “Um, side hugs, hugs, kiss on the cheek. That’s my comfort with my male friends… but again, not all.”
Me: “Cheek kiss? You have never kissed me on the cheek. Not fair… I want a kiss, and I want to kiss your cheeks too.”
Gunjan: “Now?”
Me: “Yes… We have 20 more minutes. to sit here. Why not get comfortable even more?”
Gunjan: “Okayyy, but I should warn you… You might never recover from it.”
Me: “Hahaha, I don’t want to recover. Just kiss me already.”
Gunjan: “Close your eyes. I want you to feel how special it is.”
And she was right. When she kissed me on my cheek, my body shivered, and my boner started to rise. I wanted to kiss her hard on her lips then and there, but I controlled myself.
I slowly opened my eyes and told her that it was the best kiss I had ever gotten.
Gunjan: “Lucky you… I haven’t had the best kiss yet… not even on the cheek.”
Me: “I can give you that. I can at least try.”
Gunjan: “Try on the cheek, and we’ll see.”
I was so happy. I know it was just a cheek kiss, but I had been waiting for my lips to touch her body for months.
I asked her to close her eyes, and I put one palm on her neck, stroking with my thumb, and the other behind her ear into her hair. I leaned forward, kissed her near her lips, and did it slowly. Then I didn’t want to stop.
I kissed her cheek one more time and then her jawline, and on her earlobe. I pulled her earlobe with my teeth and then moved to her neck. She started breathing heavily, and I continued sucking on her neck. Then she stopped me.
Gunjan: “You always do more than I allow you to.”
Me: “But didn’t you like it? Be honest with me.”
Gunjan: “I did. That’s the problem.”
Me: “What’s the problem?”
Gunjan: “I think it will ruin a good friendship. You and I have long suffered in friendships. I don’t want to lose something good for lust. Please, let’s stop.”
I saw tears in her eyes, and I got worried. I didn’t want to ruin the night by rushing her. But one thing was clear: if I could make her believe that our friendship would stay the same, we could both enjoy ourselves. That’s where I thought the alcohol could help.
That’s it for Part 1, guys. A lot more happens after this, but you’ll have to wait for Part 2. It’s coming soon!
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Drop a like or comment and let me know, for Part 2, should I go with more dialogues and quick developments, or do you want the slow-burn style like this? I’d love to hear what you think!