The reason I'm posting this is because I just realized how much I want it to happen again. So back when I was in class 12th, like two years ago I had this really cute guy in my class. He was very good looking and into athletics. He was very arrogant and rude but not to me. Because I never really talked to him. This one time we were in the chem lab, only half of our class was there, the girl I used to perform experiments with was absent. I was performing the experiment alone. Mohr's salt titration or some shit. He was late to the lab, I heard him say it was because of the rain, and he got into a little argument with the teacher. After that he started going towards the back of the lab but the teacher asked him to come in the front, and asked him to perform the experiments with me. Let's just say I did not have the best reputation (characterwise) in class, so I didn't expect him to talk to me nicely. He came over and asked me "Tu Damini hai na?" I said "Yes", he said "Maine suna h tere baare mein" and I knew what he was talking about. It was nothing good. But he wasn't rude to me. Which came as a surprise.

We got to know each other, performed experiments in the next few labs together, and one day after classes I ran into him at the metro station. I asked him I have never seen him take the metro before, he said that his father couldn't pick him up from the school. We talked a bit and realised that we lived in the same locality. So usually he got off at the station before my station but that day we decided that we'll get off at the same station. We were sitting next to each other in the metro, and he was telling me about marathons (I didn't get a thing), I wasn't really paying attention, and then he kept his hand on my thigh and said my name and we started talking about me. His hand was on my thigh the whole time and it turned me on. We got off at the metro station, it was time to say goodbye but our conversation was very interesting and he asked me where I lived and offered to walk me home. I said yes, and I thought I'd invite him in, since my parents only come back from work in the evening.

Now we were in my house, I showed him around. Then I showed him my bedroom, which probably gave him the idea that I was down to fuck. I was showing him my book collection, he was standing behind me. When I moved a little I bumped into him, and that's when he grabbed my waist. I didn't stop him because I really liked it, and I was still turned on. Before it got awkward I tilted my head upwards to look at him and he knew it was time to kiss me. He started by kissing my cheeks and then he moved closer to my lips with each kiss. After kissing me on the lips he kissed my chin and then my neck. I was grinding my ass on his crotch. Then he kept a hand on my back and pushed me onto my study table. He had me bent over on my study table, he asked me to wait. He had condoms in his bag. He removed his pants, put on the condom and I was literally waiting for him in the same position he left me in like an idiot. Then he flipped my skirt upwards slapped my ass, kissed it and then he removed my panties and went all in at once. He asked me to unbutton my shirt, I started unbuttoning my shirt, but he couldn't wait, so he pulled it back and ripped it off. I was a little scared at this moment but once the shirt came of he started kissing my back. He said that I have a lovely back and he has wanted to kiss it for a while now. He was 6'1 and I'm 5'4", after fucking me for a while he grabbed my ass with both hands and pushed me upwards on my study table, my whole upper body was on the study table, my feet were barely touching the ground and he was railing me ruthlessly. He was licking my back, kissing it and kissing my face every now and then. He came in a few minutes and didn't ask me if I came or not. I told him that we could cuddle and sleep for an hour or two and talk more but he said that he had to go home. Something felt very off to me. And as I had suspected, he started ghosting me from the next day onwards. But that's not the point of this post lmao. He fucked me good. He had me bent over in my own room on my own study table. When he'd come in to kiss my face I'd feel the weight of his chest on my back. I felt so small, but I had feelings for him so I also felt very safe when I was under him. Girls would know this feeling.

I stumbled upon a post of a girl getting railed in the same position, that's what reminded me of this incident today. Honestly, this memory was sort of buried deep, and I had forgotten that I had feelings for this guy at one point. Thank you for reading! I realize that this is a long post, so here's a little gift for those of you who made it to the end: https://www.reddit.com/r/FemaleInferiorityCap/s/mCKzvEwJUZ