Arahan was heading to his new class on the first day. His school was 8 km away from his village.
After leaving his village, there was a small town, and that town had the biggest market in the area.
After crossing the market, there was a developed village neighborhood. People who lived in the city would build their houses in this village. This place was called Ilyas Nagar.
After crossing Ilyas Nagar, his school was located.
He was going to his new class on the first day. When he was passing near Ilyas Nagar, a girl asked for a lift.
And that girl was extremely beautiful. He fell for her at first sight.
Another scooty was coming along with him, and a girl was riding it.
"You'll give me a lift to your school, right? I have to go there too," the beautiful girl asked.
"You take a lift from this girl. I don't let unknown girls sit with me," he refused her.
"Yes, sister, tell me where I need to drop you, I'll drop you," the scooty girl nodded.
"No, leave it. I have to go to his school, so I'll go with him," the beautiful girl replied, even giving her some kind of signal.
The scooty girl went on her way to wherever she was headed. While Arahan was left there. But he was also confused, how she knew where he was going, but he thought, maybe she had recognised with his school dress.
"So, will you take me now?" she asked him.
"I don't let unknown girls sit with me," he said, though deep down he really wanted to take her along. But he still tried to control himself.
"My name is Shaista. Now you know me, right? Please take me along, I'm getting late," she said again.
Hearing her words, he was stunned. He couldn't understand why she was asking only him for a lift. But seeing her beauty, all his reasons and questions vanished.
"Alright, but I'm warning you first. When I start the bike, the front wheel lifts up for a moment, then the bike moves forward," he told her, and was about to explain how to sit properly.
Before he could even finish, she placed both her legs on either side of the bike and held him very tightly, pressing her body against him.
No one had ever sat this close to him before. He could feel her entire breasts against his back.
Then he started the bike, but this time he released the clutch very slowly, so the bike moved smoothly.
"So what are you going to do at school? I've never seen you at school before today," Arahan asked her.
"For the same reason everyone goes," Shaista replied.
"Oh, new admission? Which class? If you're taking Class 12, choose Section B — I'm in that one," He told her.
"Okay," she nodded yes. "What's your name? Tell me so I can find you."
"Arhaan."
"Your name is really nice," she said.
"Your name is nice too, Shaista," He complimented her back, and she looked happy.
While riding the bike, her breasts were constantly pressing against me. She knew it too and started feeling a little shy, but didn't say anything and didn't pull back even a little.
"So which class are you taking admission in?" Arahan asked.
"Classes 1 to 4," she answered.
Hearing this, Arahan didn't understand. "Maybe you meant Class 11?" He asked her once again for confirmation.
"No, I'm saying Classes 1 to 4," She replied.
"I don't get it. You're so grown up, how can you take admission in those classes?" Arahan asked in a little confused tone.
"You'll find out when we reach school," was all she said.
Arahan asked her about her home and family. He came to know that they used to live in Calcutta. But now they have come to the village for just one year because their house is going to be demolished and rebuilt in Calcutta.
Shaista was a single child in her home.
Arahan was still doubting her admission story, because a girl who has lived in Calcutta wouldn't really study in such low classes.
He gave her his mobile number. "Call me when you're leaving."
"You bring a mobile to school?" she asked, surprised.
"Yes, but I keep it hidden. Don't tell anyone," Arahan told her.
"Okay," she said. Then they reached the school. He dropped her at the principal's office and left.
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When Arahan school got over, Shaista called him. She had already given her number earlier too, which was surprising, because girls don't usually give their numbers so quickly.
Maybe she's from the city, so she didn't have any hesitation, Arahan thought.
"Arahan, has your class finished?" she asked.
"Yes, my class is over. Where are you?" He asked.
"Come to the school gate," she replied back.
He picked her up at the school gate. She held him tightly right away, while advising him, "Arahan, the way you release the clutch, don't do it with a jerk. Release it slowly."
"I know, but now I'm used to it like this," Arahan told her. Anyway, doing it this way had helped me impress quite a few girls before, so why change the habit?
"Then change the habit. It's dangerous," she said.
He didn't reply to that. Instead he asked, "So, did your admission get done?"
"Yes, it's done," she said. "And… will you pick me up daily from near my house?"
"Yes, okay, I'll pick you up. Just be ready on time," Arahan replied back. Who wouldn't want such a beautiful and hot girl sitting behind them? Only a fool would say no.
"Now stop here, my house has come," she said, and got off near her house.
"Thanks, and good evening," she said and started going inside.
"What's the point of thanks? At least give me a kiss," He muttered to myself, but left without saying anything.
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At night Arahan messaged her: "Now tell me properly, which class did you actually take admission in?"
"Find out yourself," she replied.
Then they chatted a little more with each other and went to sleep.
In the morning she again sat pressing against him, but this time, following her advice, Arahan released the clutch a bit more slowly.
"Very good, keep riding like this," she praised him, while her soft body stayed pressing tightly against his back.
Arahan could still feel her breasts, full, warm, rising and falling with every breath she took.
The thin fabric of her suit did nothing to hide how perfectly they molded against him. Every small bump in the road sent a fresh jolt through his body.
They chatted lightly along the way but his mind was elsewhere. Her arms stayed wrapped around his waist, fingers occasionally brushing lower than necessary.
After they reached the school, he stopped his bike, while Shaista went into school.
Shaista lingered for a second longer before sliding off, her chin almost resting on his shoulder one last time. She adjusted her bag and gave him that same knowing little smile as she smoothed her hair.
His attention wasn't on studies anymore, it was completely on her. The way her dupatta had slipped just a little, revealing the curve of her neck; the faint jasmine scent that clung to her; the confident way she carried herself now that they'd arrived.
Even when Sneha, Neha, and Payal spotted him near the classroom door and came rushing over as he was locking the bike, Arahan barely registered them at first.
"Hey, where were you lost?" Neha asked, waving a hand in front of his face. She grinned mischievously. "Oh… looks like you found yourself a new girl. Why else would you be so dazed today?"
Payal crossed her arms, "Yeah, Who is she? Tell us how you like to see the girl."
Sneha stayed quieter. She looked at him, a flicker of worry crossed her face, she tugged lightly at his sleeve. "Arahan… everything okay?"
He finally blinked, forcing a casual shrug. "Yeah, everything's fine."
To find out which class she was studying in, Arahan searched through every section from Class 9 to 12. But she wasn't in any of them.
After he was unable to find her, he massaged her, "Tell me the truth, which class are you really in?"
About half an hour later, the reply came: "I'm in 3A right now."
He immediately went to Class 3A. When he got there and looked, he finally understood, she hadn't come to the school to study; she had come to teach here.
"How old are you?" He asked.
"My age is 23, I've completed my graduation," she replied.
Arahan immediately understood, she was four years older than him. That's why her body felt so amazing, and her breasts were so big.