Virgin Patiala Peg

by Gaganjeet Gujral

  “I'm going to cum,” he said as he clenched tight to her ass with his hands as he too finally felt his body begin to shake. “Ohh yeah, this is the best thing ever!”

  Karamjit pumped harder and harder still, feeling himself on the edge, the breath in him rising and falling as he pounded harder and harder until suddenly the same warmth that Sherry had given him with her mouth suddenly rose up in him like a volcano about to explode. With that warmth came an overwhelming sense of pleasure for both of them. He thrusted into her as hard as he could, squeezing at her backside as suddenly the feeling of hot liquid shot forward from him, filling Sherry's insides with cum. She too arched back, gasping and grabbing at the cushions off the booth as the warmth of his semen fully awakened the pleasure in her once again. She arched her back and shot backward trembling, shaking on him just as he shook inside her, and with a final groan, Karamjit pulled backwards and watched as the cum slowly fell from her ass, over her throbbing pussy lips, and rolled down her thigh.

  "Oh, my god," shouted Sherry with a cry as she fell forward, no longer able to hold herself up.

  She gasped for air as her face met the pillow and Karamjit was quick to fall down beside her. The room felt like a sauna, both of them covered in sweat and struggling to catch their breath. And just like that, it ended. The beautiful Sherry thanked him and reminded him he will see this charged on his tab. Karamjit didn’t care. He was far past that point of caring anymore. He was drunk and just experienced something so amazing he was afraid he’ll forget it by the morning. He got himself back up and decided to head to the dance floor, pulling his pants up all the way as he stumbled out of the private room, ready for some more fun.

  He continued dancing with all his passion until he became tired and fell back to the floor again. Nile asked him if they should leave now. Karamjit agreed. When the bill of their drinks and food came, Nile took off the wallet from Karamjit’s pocket and handed over the money for the bill to the waiter. He then put his arms around Karamjit and took him to the cab and went off on his bike.

  Karamjit was drunk so he couldn’t speak clearly and it became difficult for the cab driver to know where he wanted to go. But somehow, he managed to drop him at his apartment. Karamjit stepped out of the cab completely drunk with his feet staggering while he was walking looking like he was almost about to break down in the middle of the street. He somehow gathered himself around to the apartment’s main door.

  “Knock, knock!” he shouted as he knocked at the door. “ Open the door you old woman. Who do you think you are huh?” he shouted again. Mrs. Olsen heard his voice and she came out of her room to see who as at the door. As Mrs. Olsen opened the door and smelled the liquor out flowing from his mouth. She asked, “ Are you drunk Karamjit?” “ Noooooo. I am not.” He said with his head shaking as he walked inside the apartment and continued walking straight to his room. “ How dare you come drunk here? I told you the rules on the very first day you came here.” She said. But Karamjit failed to listen to her and continued towards his room.

  She didn’t try to say anything to him further as she knew he wasn’t in a position to listen to her so shouting at him at this moment would be a waste. He opened his room fell on the bed like a sack of potatoes without removing his shoes or changing his clothes. When he woke up the next morning, he realized that he had a pain in his back and his head was aching like someone banged it into a metal pole. He got up and looked in the mirror only to find that he hasn’t changed his clothes. Then he reminded of the last night. He remembered that how he drank too much and then danced with the pub girls and came drank to Mrs. Olsen. He was extremely disappointed at what he did. He went downstairs to talk to Mrs. Olsen about the last night and apologized to her for what he did.

  Mrs. Olsen was eating her breakfast when he came to her. “ Mrs. Olsen.... Can I talk to you for a second please?” he asked. Mrs. Olsen stared at him but said not even a single word. He then continued, “ Mrs. Olsen, I am extremely apologetic for coming drunk last night. I didn’t want to drink but people that took me there forced me to drink and I couldn’t resist them.” “ What?” she exclaimed. “ You couldn’t resist them? Oh come on, don’t present such silly and pointless excuses to me. You mean, a grown up man like you couldn’t resist them? You are acting like a kid now. Nobody could over rule you if you have a strong conviction to not do something that’s against your values. I thought you must be knowing that by now, but no, I was completely wrong on that aspect.” She said. “ I am sorry for doing that Mrs. Olsen. I promise to never repeat that again.” He said. “Since this is the first time you committed this act, you can get away with it. But I am warning you now for the last time, if you ever did that again in this house, I will throw you out. This is a holy house. We believe in the lord and we don’t tolerate anyone who violates that holiness with their impure acts. Do you get it?” she asked. “ I promise you that. Thanks for your generosity”

  Karamjit changed his clothes and got ready to go to university and attend his lectures but when he opened his wallet, he found that he had lost about $100 from it. He was shocked. “ Where is the money” he said in astonishment. He tried to remember realizing that while he was drunk someone might have taken it out. “ Probably Nile took it to pay the bills?” He thought to himself. When he reached the university, he asked Nile about it and to his fear, it was true that Nile took off his money to pay the bills. He became absolutely annoyed at Nile.

  “ Why did you took my money? I didn’t asked you to get me drinks. Did I?” “ Relax, Karamjit. It was just $100 and that little money is grains of sand for you. Right? Of course, you are rich so you can spare that much money every day for your friends.” Said Nile in a rather casual way. “ Who told you that I am rich huh? I never told you that. Even if I were, why would I spend my money on your trivial habits of drinking?” he shouted. “ Hey, hey, hey. Don’t act so prejudice on me. Okay? The watch that you are wearing on your wrists tells anyone how rich you are. Don’t try to hide that with the fabrication of your words.” “ But wearing this watch doesn’t make me rich. How can you form an opinion about someone by just looking at how they dress or how they speak? That is pathetic. We’re friends no more. Do you get the memo? It’s over. You broke the trust, and I am getting out of here right away. Don’t you speak to me ever again.” Said Karamjit looking at Nile with his boiled up face. “ Alright dude. Go away and don’t show me your crying baby face again. Who do you think you are huh? You are nothing more than a complaining little boy. That’s who you are.” Said Nile. Karamjit left for his lecture and made a vow to himself to never talk to Nile again.

  But it was not the end of the problem for him and his situation even worsened further. He was again left alone with no friends. As Nile was the one who actually influenced the whole group because of his persuasion skills and humor, he would tell everyone to not to talk to Nile and even bully him whenever they get the opportunity to do so. They would try to humiliate Karamjit when he was around their group with their jokes and they made sure that they could make life worse for Karamjit as he had nobody to defend for him. But Karamjit would simply not respond to them even though they continued with their misbehavior. He would listen to the lectures carefully and then come back home right away without messing with Nile and his friends who bullied him.

  There was much lesser theoretical work for him now unlike school where he would have to read and read until he gets the concept. But here, there was much more focus on the practical functionality of things which made him like this system of education and eventually he started working hard on learning things which made it easier for him to get deeper into the concepts which the teachers taught him and grasp them with comprehension.

  8.

  The Turnaround....

  Karamjit’s life went on with him following his regular routine day after day. Days, weeks, months and then two years passed by and now he was in the final semester of his three years bachelor’s degree completion after which it was time for him to go
back to India. But he was worried that he hasn’t yet fulfilled the last will of her mother of meeting Emmanuel Joshua. He got into the Bahamas but two years have went passed and he hasn’t yet explored this archipelago. He didn’t wanted to leave the Bahamas without finishing that. So he decided that once he finishes his final semester, he would surely take a trip and visit every place in the Bahamas and consequently try to find if that person is still alive or not.

  One day, after he finished his economics lecture, the professor stopped him tapping on his shoulder. It was Professor Nathan. “ Karamjit, I want to meet somebody. This is Professor Joshua. He is a Philosopher.” He said as he pointed out to an old aged man probably in his seventies in a coat standing tall in front of him. Professor Nathan continued talking to Professor Joshua, “ Professor, this is Karamjit. He is the student that I was talking about.” “ Oh I see, so you are the one that I have heard so many complements about, young man. I have heard him saying about you that you are a very sincere student and never miss his lectures. Well... I appreciate that.” Said Professor Joshua. Karamjit looked at Prof. Joshua and thought to himself: Is it the person that I heard about from Uncle? “ Thanks Professor for your kind comments. Can I know your full name please?” said Karamjit blushing out trying to confirm if he was the person he was looking for. “Sure, young man. I am Emmanuel Joshua. My students generally call me Prof. Joshua” he said. And it was at this moment that Karamjit realized that he was the exact person that he heard about. The Professor then continued, “ So what are your future aspirations after completing your bachelor’s degree, young man?” he asked. “ I.... I am afraid I haven’t thought about it yet, Professor.” “ Well, you must ponder over that for some time. We really need individuals like you who take life seriously. Trust me, the old man standing in front of you is 79 years old and most of the students that I have met until now in my life do not take life seriously. And what I have observed from my observation is that you are quite different from all of that majority out there. You have the potential to create something big and leave a mark in your areas of competence.” He said as Karamjit stood there quietly listening to him speak.

  “ But the only issue that I see with you as pointed out by most of the people and probably you know that as well, is that you don’t speak much. So unless you speak for yourself, nothing will change for you. Do you understand me?” he asked. And Karamjit nodded his head in agreement. “No you don’t. I can’t explain it to you in just two minutes what I have learned in two decades. Karamjit, I know that you want to live a bigger life than you are living now. I know that you have that deep desire in your heart to get out of your rut. So I want you to take some of your time and attend my class tomorrow after which I want you to clear any of your doubts or queries if you have any. But make sure that you attend tomorrow’s class. And I promise you that I will completely change you into a person that you desire to be but haven’t tried because of your insecurities. So meet me tomorrow for sure.” Explained Professor Joshua. “ Surely I will attend your class professor. Thanks for your advice” he said as he left thinking that he finally met the person he was searching for. Now, he would realize why his mother wanted him to meet that man.

  The next day he was eagerly waiting to attend Professor Joshua’s lecture and as soon as he finished attending his other lectures, he reached the memorial hall where Professor Joshua was supposed to give his lecture. As he entered the room, he saw that the hall was packed with people. He was amazed with the number of people that were sitting there that it was difficult for him to find a seat in the front rows. So he moved up to the back rows and after searching hard and looking around for some time, he finally found a seat and sat there.

  People were still moving in and out but he remained seated there not wanting to lose his seat to other person. The lecture was about to start in five minutes and Professor Joshua arrived with a little cylindrical box in his hand while everyone else sitting in the hall gave him a round of applause. Karamjit didn’t knew much about Professor Joshua but the way he received a warm appraise from the audience, it seemed it him that he certainly had some great achievements under his belt. He had seen no other professor in his two years spent at the university being treated with such respect as he was receiving.

  The Professor asked his assistant to close the door so that no one else could enter the hall after he had started his lecture. After glaring at the audience , he smiled a little and then began, “ My friends, you might be wondering why I have brought this little cylindrical box with me today. And you might be trying to figure out what is inside this box. And I will certainly tell you that later on. I will do a little demonstration in front of you all so that you can easily grasp what I am trying to make you understand.” He said. After which he opened up the lid of the cylindrical jar and took something which seemed to be grains to Karamjit because he was sitting too far away so he wasn’t able to clearly perceive what the Professor picked up in his hands.

  The Professor continued picking up some seeds from the jar. He took it in his palms and tried to show it to everyone else and then asked, “ Can any one of you tell me what this is?” “ A Seed” some one answered from the audience. “Well, how can you prove that to me? I mean, what made you come to a conclusion that what you see in my hand is a seed?” he asked. No one responded. And then he continued placing the seed back in the jar. “ You see, that is the problem with all of us. Not particularly referring it to any specific person but all of us have been victims of this delusional perception of the reality in believing some things which are not true and that has led us to some circumstances under which we become distressed. But If we can mould the present perception into a completely different set of perceived notions, that could lead to much better results.” He said and paused for a little while as he cleared his throat while someone from the audience asked him, “So Professor, what is the correct way of thinking that you are talking about?”

  “Well, let me finish it. I am very careful with the selection of my words while I speak.” He said. “You see, a fact is completely different from the Truth. A fact is simply the description of the present situation of a thing or a person while the truth is their ultimate reality which is what that thing was made to be. Now, let me explain that to you with an example. So, I asked you what you see in my hand. And not to my surprise, most of you had responded that you saw a seed. Now, those of you who said that are right. But what you have said is just the fact. The fact is that I had a seed in my hand. But the truth is that if you put that seed under a given set of stimuli to which it responds in a progressive way, you will see growth. Which if we talk in terms of a seed, then it requires soil, some moisture, sunlight and all these different things which then combine together to result in the growth of the seed to become a tree. But that is not the truth about the seed either. The seed that grows into a tree has fruits on it which further has seeds in it and those seeds further has got trees in them with fruits with seeds with trees with fruits with seeds and trees with fruit with seeds with trees and this process goes on. So you may say that the fact is that I have a seed in my hand. But that does not constitute the truth. The truth is that I have a complete forest in my hand. Now, I want you to think about what I have said so far for two minutes and then tell me what you have learned from this principle.” He said as he grabbed the glass of water and continued to glare at the audience. Karamjit was thinking about that story too. It was going through his mind iteratively.

  “Okay” the professor continued. “ So can anyone of you tell me what is the lesson that you have learned following this principle?” he asked as everyone was scratching their heads. Then he said, “ You see friends, this is what happens with most of us. All of us have the potential and the capability to become a tree but we never realize it until it’s too late. Why? Because we are too busy looking at the facts that we never bother to find the truth about something. The fact about you may be completely unparallel to your reality, your truth. The fact may be that you a
re broke now, but that does not cancel the truth that you have a million dollars in the bank in the future. The fact may be that you are depressed, but that doesn’t cancel the happy and joyful person that you are. The fact may be that you are living from hand to mouth but that does not nullify the truth that one day you are going to have so much that you are going to help other people get what they want to give it away. And I call it the seed principle. We all are like that seed. Everything that we are supposed to do is within us, but all we need to do is just put ourselves in the right environment. And that is the reason I am sharing this lesson with you. Right environment for you is the people who help you grow, books that nurture you, and friends that encourage you to push past your limitations and improve on your blind spots. Just think about what I have shared with you today. Heed it in your mind and never forget it. I hope you have learned something new from this lecture today other than your academic lectures which might give you the information but does not bring any transformation. Thanks for your time. I will see you all tomorrow.” Said the professor as he quietly left the hall. As soon as he left, everyone rushed through the hall door to get out of the hall but kept sitting there pondering over what Professor Joshua taught.

  He was curious to learn more from the Professor, so he went looking for him. He searched all around the campus but he found him nowhere, in the mess, conference hall, staff but he couldn’t find him. In the end, he went to Professor Nathan and asked him about Professor Joshua. Prof. Nathan told him that he was in the library and that if he ever wanted to meet him, he should simply go to the library without a second thought because that is where he is most of the times. It was a kind of second home for him. He rushed immediately to the Library where he saw Professor Joshua sitting at the corner chair of the room reading a book of philosophy which was titled “Beyond Good and Evil” by Frederick Nietzsche. He went to him and whispered, “Hello Professor Joshua.” The Prof. looked at him and a smile rubbed off his face. “Oh, hello Karamjit. Please sit down.” He said. And all of sudden Karamjit felt a sense of significance about himself. He thought to himself: Professor remembers my name? Am I that important to him?