We both met in college in Delhi University during the first week itself. It was an instant connection built on the mutual hatred for our 8:50 am class and the mutual love for the subject we were pursuing. Things were quite friendly between the two of us. We loved hanging out together and pretty soon, we confessed that we actually might have certain feelings for each other.
We weren’t exactly dating but yes, both of us knew we had feelings for each other. We used to be together all the time, but just didn’t want to put a label to it yet. It was one of the days when we were chilling in college after class when things got a bit naughty between us.
We were discussing the repercussions of porn on society when he laughed and said, ‘Well, it’s not easy, you know.’ ‘It’s not the toughest thing to do either.’ I replied. ‘Yeah? So you are saying you can do all the things pornstars do?’ he asked with a raised eyebrows! ‘Not all, but yeah with a little practice, I am sure I can do most of them,’ I replied with a smirk. ‘That’s cute’ he replied. ‘Shut up, what do you want me to do? I’ll show you!’ I said getting a little angry. ‘Cool, okay, why don’t you… Give me a lap dance?’ he replied.
‘Here? Right now?’ I asked.
‘Of course not. Come over to my place and go crazy’ he winked!
My heart skipped a beat, I knew I was trying to prove a point here but the idea of giving him a lap dance alone in his room was suddenly made me realize things might be going in a different direction. ‘Um, yeah, sure. I can do that!’ I replied, sounding much more confident than I was.
I sat awkwardly on his bed as he asked ‘So, what’s the song would you prefer?’ I felt my face blushing as I looked up at him, ‘Um, anything really.’ Somehow, this felt much more awkward than it should have. I think he sensed it because he suddenly came and sat next to me and held my hand. ‘It’s okay, you really don’t have to…’ and then planting a kiss on my cheek with a cheeky grin ‘…I told you it’s tough anyway.’
‘Beyonce’s Naughty Girl.’ I told him, playing the song on the speakers he’d connected and turning around to the beat. His eyes lingered on my face for a second before he smiled. I have to admit, it was a little awkward for just a tiny second but after a while it was just like the dancing sessions I held for myself with him as my audience.
I could feel Beyonce’s soul enter me with every beat as I inched closer to him. He held my waist as soon as I was close enough and planted a kiss on my lips. ‘That wasn’t part of the deal.’ I told him. ‘Well, was this?’ he said getting up and joining me in the dance.
So, yeah, the first time I gave him a lap dance, we ended up dancing to Naughty Girl. It was quite an evening for sure!
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