I was heading to my new class on the first day.
My school was 8 km away from my village.
After leaving my 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 here in the village. This neighborhood was called Ilyas Nagar.
And after crossing Ilyas Nagar, my school was located.
So, just like that, I was going to my new class on the first day.
When I was passing near Ilyas Nagar, a girl asked for a lift.
And that girl was extremely beautiful. I fell for her at first sight.
Another scooty was coming along with me, and a girl was sitting on it.
"You'll give me a lift to your school, right? I have to go there too," the beautiful girl said.
"You take a lift from this girl. I don't let unknown girls sit with me," I refused her.
"Yes, sister, tell me where to drop you, I'll drop you," the scooty girl said.
"No, you leave it. I have to go to their school, so I'll go with him," the beautiful girl replied. And she even gave her some kind of signal.
The scooty girl went on her way to wherever she was headed.
Now only I was left there.
"So, will you take me now?" she asked me.
"I don't let unknown girls sit with me," I said — though deep down I really wanted to take her along.
But I still tried to control myself.
"My name is Shaista. Now you know me, right? Please take me along, I'm getting late," she said again.
Hearing her words, I was stunned. I couldn't understand why she was asking only me for a lift. But I melted in front of her beauty.
"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," I told her, and was about to explain how to sit properly.
Before I could even finish, she placed both her legs on either side of the bike and held me very tightly.
She sat completely pressed against me.
No one had ever sat this close to me before. I could feel her entire breasts against my back.
Then I started the bike, but this time I 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," I asked her.
"For the same reason everyone goes," Shaista replied.
"Oh, new admission? Which class? If you're taking Class 10, choose Section B — I'm in that one," I 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," I complimented her back, and she looked happy.
While riding the bike, her breasts were constantly pressing against me. She knew it too. She started feeling a little shy, but she didn't say anything and didn't pull back even a little.
"So which class are you taking admission in?" I asked.
"Classes 1 to 4," she answered.
I didn't understand. "Maybe you meant Class 11?" I asked.
"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?" I asked.
"You'll find out when we reach school," was all she said.
Then I asked her about her home and family. I came to know that they used to live in Calcutta (Kolkata). But now they had come to the village for just one year because they were getting their house in Calcutta demolished and rebuilt.
Shaista was their only daughter.
I was still doubting her admission story, because a girl who has lived in Calcutta (Kolkata) wouldn't really study in such low classes.
I gave her my 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," I told her.
"Okay," she said. Then we reached the school.
I dropped her at the principal's office and left.
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When my school got over, she called me. (She had already given me her number earlier too — that was surprising, because girls don't usually give their numbers so quickly.)
Maybe she's from the city, I thought.
"Arhaan, has your class finished?" she asked.
"Yes, my class is over. Where are you?" I asked.
"Just come to the school gate," she replied.
And I picked her up at the school gate. Since she already knew, she held me tightly right away. "Arhaan, the way you release the clutch — don't do it with a jerk. Release it slowly," she advised me.
"I know, but now I'm used to it like this," I 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.
I didn't reply to that. Instead I 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," I replied. 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," I muttered to myself, but I left without saying anything.
At night I messaged her: "Now tell me properly — which class did you actually take admission in?"
"Find out yourself," she replied.
Then we chatted a little more with each other and went to sleep.
In the morning she sat pressed against me again, but this time, following her advice, I released the clutch a bit more slowly.
"Very good, keep riding like this," she praised me, but she didn't separate from me at all, and her soft body stayed pressed tightly against mine.
I could still feel her breasts.
Then, while chatting, we reached the school.
But my attention wasn't on studies anymore — it was completely on her.
To find out which class she was studying in, I searched through every section from Class 9 to 12. But she wasn't in any of them.
"Tell me the truth — which class are you really in?" I messaged her.
About half an hour later, the reply came: "I'm in 3A right now."
I immediately went to Class 3A. When I got there and looked, I finally understood — she hadn't come to the school to study; she had come to teach.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"My age is x, I've completed my graduation," she replied.
I understood — she was five or four years older than me. That's why her body felt so amazing, and her breasts were so big.
After school ended, we started heading back home. She was still sitting pressed tightly against me. But now my attention wasn't on her anymore.
"What's wrong with you? You're not talking at all," she asked.
"You're older than me in age," I replied.
"So what?" she asked.
"Look, I'm telling you the truth — I was completely smitten with you. I was thinking that in a week or two I'd propose to you. But since you're older than me in age, nothing can happen between us." I answered straight, without beating around the bush.
Shaista listened to what I said, but she wasn't shocked at all, because ever since her school days, many boys had been smitten with her, so me being crazy about her didn't seem strange to her.
"Even if you can't have that kind of relationship with me, we can at least be friends, right?" Shaista asked.
"Yes, okay, I'll take you to school every day," I said, thinking that she needed the convenience for going to school.
"Don't worry about that. I have a scooty — I'll go on it," Shaista said.
I dropped her at her house and came back home. I don't know why, but now I didn't feel like talking to her anymore, so I didn't send any messages either.
But then her call came: "What happened? Just because you heard about the age difference, you got so upset that you won't even talk to me?"
"It's not like that. I don't know why, but I just don't feel like talking to you right now," I told her everything honestly.
"Okay then, let's talk about normal things," Shaista said.
And then we started talking about movies. Slowly, I began to feel normal with her again.
And the thought of the age difference started fading away too.
We talked until around midnight. And the desire to have her came back to me again.
Then we went to sleep. In the morning, I reached near her house: "Shaista, where are you? Come out quickly," I called her.
After a little while, I saw her coming out with her scooty.
Since I was back to feeling normal with her now, I said, "Put the scooty inside and come sit behind me."
As soon as she heard that, she got happy, parked the scooty inside, and came over to sit behind me.
But this time, she sat a little farther back behind me.
"Sit pressed against me like before," I said. She moved closer and pressed herself against me. I could feel the touch of her breasts against my body again, and now it felt even better to me.
Then we went to school while chatting.
In school too, I kept talking to her through messages.
And now my mind was set on winning her over.
Since she was already quite open with me, I didn't want to waste any time.
After school ended, I started looking for her at the gate. Then I saw her talking to one of the school masters — his name was Vinay. Seeing that made me feel really bad.
Normally I would wait for her outside the school gate and have her sit on the bike there, but this time I took the bike right inside the school and went up to her.
"Shaista, sit," I said directly.
Shaista was startled for a moment, wondering who was calling her, then she saw me and said, "Let's go outside the gate. I'll sit there — it's too crowded here." (Because a lot of kids were still coming out of the school.)
Vinay was also surprised to see me, but he didn't know me, and I didn't know him — though we had seen each other a few times before.
"Shaista, I said once — sit if I'm telling you to sit," I said angrily.
She didn't understand why I was talking to her like that, but she sat behind me anyway. However, since we were still inside the school premises, she sat a little farther away.
"Press yourself against me, the way you usually do," I said this deliberately, loud enough for Vinay to hear.
"What's wrong with you?" She wasn't happy with my tone.
"Do what I'm telling you — quietly," I said in anger.
Now many people's eyes were on us. "You…" Shaista started to say, but she didn't want to create a scene there, so she pressed herself against me. "Please start the bike now," she pleaded with me.