It was the scam of the year.
The story was, they were all crashing at Richa's place for the weekend. A long-weekend birthday party at a girl friend's house, whose parents they knew. Her parents asked no questions.
They were in Nagarkot. They had scouted the entire town for the least popular resort around that didn't have murders going on regularly. A convoy of three motorbikes and two maruti cars had climbed the mountains, wheezing and coughing and huffing. That the ancient 800 cc's had made it to the top, and then back to the other side was a miracle in itself. Miracle is what they needed, this was a big project, and nothing could go wrong.
No one else knew what they were up for. She hoped not anyway. She hadn't told any of her friends, not even Richa, who she otherwise shared the most intimate details with. She wanted to seem like a pro when it came up later, and leave an impression that there was a lot of things her closest friends didn't know about her. They taken co-ed trips before, but the nights had been rather platonic always, everyone waking up in the same pile of drunk and hungovers in the mornings. This would be different, she thought, I'll make sure this will be different. She had thought of every which way things could go wrong, and planned for it.
You've got the protection, yes? she texted him. Yes, he replied from the seat right next to her, it all worked out in the end. What an adventure lol.
How many? Enough for all the time with backups? she sent back.
I got six. Six. Sex. Gettit Gettit, he typed hurriedly.
Lol. ok cool. I'm shivering even thinking about it, she wrote.
Save the hornyness for the bed haha, he typed hurriedly, a smirk on his face.
Lol yeah, okay. Anything else I forgot, she send, racking her brains for anything else that might go wrong.
It's going to be so good babe, he replied back, don't worry. It'll be the funnest day ever.
She took a long breath. Everyone would have fun, it would be fine.
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