Story of Lust - Part 1

This is a story of one of my friends. And before you read on, discretion is advised, as its contents may offend some people. I am not trying to justify anything here, just plainly narrating a story.

I grew up in a usual Pakistani household, which is neither too religious nor modern. My father had humble origins but he worked very hard to establish his business, and money was never a problem for me. When i was in 9th grade i used to hear about some boys in class who brought nude pictures but never saw one myself. It was not till i entered college that i saw one myslef. Like any other boy of this age hormones were high and i occaionally indulged in porn. Studies were never my cup of tea and after couple of years i left college and started helping my dad in business.

I wished to have some contact with opposite gender but my shy nature, poor english and huge waist always came in the way. I tried to hook up on internet chat rooms but no luck. One of my friends used to tell me about his affair with a mature woman and one of my best past times was to listen to his encounters. I used to take him to expensive hotels for food. I asked him to get me hooked to the lady too. So one day we went on my car to see her. I dropped him at street corner and he went inside a house. After i a while i got a call on my cell from a woman, " so you are friend of Rahil". My heart raced and i said yes. She asked my to come towards the back of house, i complied, still on the phone. "So you are the one with red shirt", she asked, yes, i replied. "O, my , you are so fat! you are huge" and she hung up. I tried calling on the same number couple of times, but no one picked. Dejected and feeling embarassed i left. Well to this day, i wonder if there really was a woman on the phone or did this boy pranked me.