The Day Everything Changed Ch. 05

Dear Reader,

A big thanks to you for all the love and appreciation, and for the patience with which you wait for the stories.

Since this is a continuation in a series, it is recommended you read the first three parts before you start with this part.

To give you sufficient perspective, this story is set in a small town in India and is about an 18-year-old girl named Doyel (pronounced Though-Elle).

The story majorly focusses on exhibitionism and does not contain intercourse, although physical contact is existent, as is physical stimulation. However, subsequent parts, if there are, may evolve to include consensual sex between two or more characters. This particular part has more focus on exploration, and less on actual display to parties other than who already exist in the story. For this reason, this part is even longer than the earlier ones.

A huge thanks to Drmaxc for taking painstaking effort into editing the drafts of the previous parts and providing suggestions to the plotline. His contribution to the story is undeniable and integral to the story.

Constructive criticism, suggestions and comments are welcome.

All characters in the story are 18 or above at the beginning of the story.

Spoiler alert: An announcement is included at the end of the story. But please, do read the story before you move to the announcement.

The Day Everything Changed - 5

Arup was sitting on the bed looking out the window. He had been transported to a fantasy involving Dona. In his fantasy, Dona was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans, something she wore quite often. Their lips were locked, and he was caressing her clothed body, her back, her breasts, her buttocks. He was taking in the softness of all her features, her feminine grace.

Being engrossed in his fantasy, Arup did not register Doyel and Samar entering the room, Doyel carrying the tray with the teacups, naked.

"Penny for your thoughts?", asked Doyel, breaking Arup's reverie.

He looked at her, dazed at first. But once he came back to reality, he was amazed at what he was seeing. It was true that Doyel entered the room naked earlier as well, but this was so brazen that it took him by surprise. He saw Samar standing behind Doyel, looking at him with amusement.

"Nothing really, I was just wondering where you guys got lost," he replied, while Doyel placed the tray on the bed in front of him. He noticed that Samar quickly took his seat on the chair where Doyel was sitting earlier.

Arup understood why Samar had done so. Firstly, while Doyel was standing, Samar would now be on the same level as her bottom. Secondly, as Arup had now shifted on the bed next to the window, Doyel would have to sit in the middle of the bed. This meant she would possibly sit cross-legged, as was her habit, and both boys would get an unobstructed view of her feminine parts.

As if on cue, Doyel climbed on the bed, which gave Samar a wonderful fleeting view of her entire bottom with a glimpse of her petals. She sat with her back to the wall facing Samar, a little distance from Arup, almost at the middle of the bed. Then came the moment Samar had been waiting for - she crossed her legs. Samar held his breath at the beautiful sight. He could see the lips of her cunt, partly open, and he could just about make out the pink inside. A nice surprise for him was that he could see the inside glistening!

Doyel was quite nonchalant. She sat calmly, bent forward, picked up her teacup from the tray, and had a sip. However, she consciously avoided looking at the faces of the boys. She knew they were focused on her body, and since she liked and wanted that, she wanted them to look a little more before she distracted them with something else.

Doyel kept sipping her tea for some time with feigned concentration and wondering where the eyes of her friends were. She could feel her wetness at the thought and the anticipation. She wondered if Samar would notice, being seated directly in front of her. Neither Samar nor Arup had touched their cups. Arup was intently focussed on Doyel's nipple, the one closer to him. He could clearly see the light brown nipple and the light brown areola around it. Her areola was not too big. It covered just the right area. He could make out the slight puckering on the brown area. He could also make out the small indent in the middle of her erect nipple, standing proud about a quarter inch tall. Mesmerising! It surprised him how close he was to her naked body, to be able to make out such details.

Samar, on the other hand, could not remove his eyes from her lower lips. Although he was seeing it from a little distance, even then he was able to make out the lips clearly, the outer ones at least. He could see them parted slightly. He could also make out the slight pink insides, and the light reflecting on it made it clear to him now that Doyel was indeed quite wet. He wanted to move closer to it, inspect its wonders, but kept his calm and stayed where he was. He had a feeling his patience would be rewarded and was certain that Doyel was not going anywhere.

Doyel was very aware of the gazes in her direction but kept sipping her tea nonchalantly. She took another sip and looked at the clock. They had almost another half hour. She decided that she needed to take the first step towards normalising her nudity in front of the boys.

"Who did I prepare this tea for?" she asked the boys, now looking at their faces one by one. The boys shifted their gazes from her breast and her crotch and looked at her. Understanding that this was an instruction, they proceeded to take their cups from the tray and started having their tea.

Doyel started conversing on a completely different topic, something related to their academics. She decided to talk on their English classes, a subject which all four of their group took an active interest in. Gradually, after much probing and opinionated questions, she succeeded in engaging Samar and Arup in a conversation. Eventually, after about ten minutes, it was apparently forgotten that Doyel was naked in the room with Arup and Samar, and they were having an animated discussion. They finished their tea, but the conversation continued. Doyel noticed that while Samar was still talking to her breasts, Arup was making eye contact with her and consciously trying to avoid looking elsewhere. The situation was surreal for her. She was so turned on by this that she started feeling wet again.

As if on cue, Samar, while continuing the conversation, rose from the chair and came to stand at her side by the bed. Doyel glanced in his direction once, but returned to the conversation, not paying much attention to him. Arup had insisted on a very interesting argument in their ongoing debate, and Doyel was focused on arguing about it. She suddenly felt a hand on her breast, took a sharp breath and lost track of her argument. She looked at her side and found Samar intently looking at her breast and caressing it. Doyel tried to ignore him consciously, continuing her conversation with Arup. However, Samar's ministrations were distracting her enough to make her falter in her arguments. She could see Arup too making a tremendous effort focusing on the debate. For Arup too, it was quite difficult, as both Doyel and Samar were in his line of sight, and he could clearly see how blatantly Samar was playing with Doyel's breast and nipple. Arup was even more turned on by the fact that Doyel was not stopping him, rather trying to be as cooperative and nonchalant as possible, given the circumstances.

Arup was even more spellbound when Samar moved his hand from Doyel's breast and gently nudged her on her buttock, and she gradually lifted herself up. At first, Doyel was unsure of what Samar wanted her to do, her mind being already torn between sitting naked between her two guy friends, Samar's gentle caresses on her body, her own erotic high, and the ongoing debate with Arup. But then realisation dawned on her, and she went on all fours, guided by Samar. She was now facing Arup, with her palms and knees on the bed, breasts proudly hanging, nipples erect to the point that it was almost painful, and her posterior, in all its exposed glory, facing Samar. Arup was still talking, albeit with a stutter, and Doyel tried to keep up with the conversation, her mind working on overdrive. She did not stop Samar as she wanted to see how far this could go in the limited time they now had. She had realised earlier that her father would be home any minute now.

"Arup, would you please bring my nightie here? It is on the hook on the kitchen wall," she managed to ask just before Samar's finger landed right on her butthole. She immediately moaned. Arup stopped the conversation, nodded and got out from his place on the bed near the window. But Doyel did not see his nod.

The moment Samar started playing with her butthole, she had changed her position. Now instead of her palms, her elbows were resting on the bed, and her head was buried between them. This made her posture even more alluring to Samar. He now had full access to both her holes. He was playing with her rosebud, while observing the wetness of her cunt, a wetness which seemed to be gradually increasing. Samar was mesmerised at the sight presented to him, once again. Inwardly, he doubted if there could ever come a time when Doyel would fail to surprise him, even though he had seen all of her by now. He was fascinated by her rosebud and wanted to explore it even more. He knew he might need some lubrication. He started running his finger along her slit, hoping to insert it and bathe it in her juices.

"Yellow," Doyel hissed between her shallow breaths. He understood, he could keep running his finger along her slit, but she would not allow him to insert it, not yet. He kept running his finger along her slit at all angles to get it thoroughly wet. With the copious volume of juices she was leaking, it did not take long. Thereafter, he embarked on his true mission.

Samar rested one finger at the opening with just a slight bit of pressure, waiting for a possible warning. Surprisingly, the warning did not come. So, he took the opportunity and started inserting his middle finger. Doyel kept moaning and sighing. Both Doyel and Samar were under the impression that this might hurt. But Doyel was surprised that there was no pain yet. She could feel his probing finger gradually entering more and more in her hole, but the only sensation she derived was an unfamiliar fullness. She could feel his first knuckle go in, she moaned. She then felt the second knuckle go in, she sighed. Finally, she felt his fist on her buttock. She realised she had taken his entire finger, and she felt a high she had never experienced before. But the pain she expected never came. She reasoned that possibly because Samar had taken his time and lubricated his finger, and inserted very slowly, her hole adjusted itself to absorb the pressure. This was completely uncharted territory for her, and she realised that there was a lot she would like to learn. For the moment, however, she was having a tough time deciding on her emotions. She felt exposed, vulnerable, humiliated, violated, appreciated, loved, and horny at the same time. Her bottom hole, according to her, was the most private part of her body, and it was no longer virgin. True, it was only a finger, but technically, it had been now impregnated by a 'male member' nevertheless. She felt the fullness and realised she was on the brink of an orgasm as intense as she had never experienced before.

Unbeknownst to Doyel, Arup had brought her nightie back from the kitchen and was now standing next to Samar, who was looking at him with amazement in his eyes. Samar could not believe that he had his entire middle finger in her wrong hole! However, Arup's gaze was transfixed on Doyel's lewdly exposed holes - the rosebud filled with Samar's finger, and just below it, the flower itself in all its glory, slightly agape, with a trickle of dew flowing from the clit towards her abdomen. Doyel's face was buried between her hands and her hair, her elbows and knees resting on the bed, her back arched seductively, her breasts dangling close to the bed, her nipples looking hard like bullets, and her buttocks right in front of their faces. In the otherwise complete silence of the room, her soft whimpers could be heard quite clearly.

As Samar and Arup stood watching, with Samar's finger still in Doyel's butthole, she started shaking. It was a low tremor at first but soon started escalating to a shortness of her breath and rapid rhythmic movement of her stomach. The boys just stood initially, with their eyes wide at the unfolding event. Samar eventually reacted. He started gradually pulling his finger out from inside her. This seemed to stimulate her even more. Her breathing grew more ragged and her whimpers hoarser. Once Samar completely extracted his finger from her hole, she lifted her elbows and put her palms on the bed, faced the roof with her eyes closed, and let out a very long throaty groan. At the end of the groan, she leaned to a side, and let herself fall on the bed, completely spent.

Two pairs of eyes kept taking the sight in, still unbelieving of their luck. The beauty lying naked on the bed, her long dark hair spread everywhere, her face pointing upward, eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, nostrils flaring slightly with each breath, her slender neck covered by a very thin layer of perspiration despite the air conditioning, her one arm beneath her side and the other lightly across her chest, just beneath her breasts, which were rising and falling with each of her deep breaths, the darkish nipples still rock hard, her toned belly keeping the rhythm with her breasts, with the alluring belly button at the centre, her legs crossed one above the other with a slight hint of moisture on a thigh, her toned shins and her feet fully relaxed, it was nothing short of a heavenly sight for the young boys looking at her. They wanted this to never end. But as Arup looked at the clock, he was positive that they were probably drawing to a close, and fast. He nudged Doyel on her buttock.

"Hey, are you alright?" Arup asked her, his palm on her butt cheek.

"Yes," she whispered softly, "give me a minute."

Doyel was spent. It was the most explosive orgasm she had ever experienced. She realised she was close, and when Samar started pulling out his finger, everything started erupting at once. She had her eyes closed and could literally see the fireworks inside her head. The moment his finger was out, her whole body went stiff. Then when the convulsions started, she could barely hold it together, even though she tried to. But then she decided to let it go. All her thoughts and the events of the day came down together, and she lost herself in the feelings. Once the convulsions were over and she gained a little strength in her arms, she lay down to catch her breath, all thoughts of her exposure momentarily obliterating from her mind. She was in a state of perfect bliss. She felt it lasting for an eternity, although it had only been a couple of minutes. She regained her senses once Arup nudged her. She knew it was time for her father to return and they did not have much time left. Slowly she sat up and then got down from the bed. When she stood, she realised her knees were still weak from the earlier exertions and as an after effect of the massive orgasm. However, she still managed to stand upright and asked for her nightie, which Arup handed over to her. She took it and wore it without a word. She then walked to the dressing table mirror to check her overall appearance. Her hair was a mess, and she looked exhausted. But considering the circumstances, she looked alright, she decided. She combed her hair to give her appearance some semblance of decency, enough that her father would not notice anything odd.

Just as she was putting down the comb, the doorbell rang for the third time that day. She checked from the window and found it was indeed her father. She looked back at the boys.

"We should leave," Arup suggested.

"No, wait a bit," Doyel replied, and then went to the stairs. She double checked her clothes, which was just her nightie, to ensure she was not putting on a show for her father. When she unlatched the door, she noticed she had forgotten to lock the collapsible gate earlier when Gupta had left, the lock was on the seat of her cycle inside, with the key still in it. She tried opening the gate, and this time, it opened without much effort. Her father was looking up and down the road all this time.

"When did the boys arrive?" asked her father.

"Just a little while back. I forgot to lock the gate behind them," she explained.

"Ah, no problem. The door was latched, and you were not alone at home anyway. Happens," her understanding father came in and started pulling the gate closed.

"So, what have you guys been doing?" he enquired.

"Nothing much, we were just having a discussion on the consistent progression of human beings into uncharted territories," she said after a moment of thought, smirking at her own alternate version of the events of the day.

"Sounds interesting. Impressive combination of evolutionary sciences and anthropology," her father observed.

Doyel agreed about the comment on combination, although in her mind, she was sure that the subjects they were combining had nothing to do with what her father mentioned.

They locked the gate and went upstairs, Doyel following her father. Her father was the more lenient of her parents. He had rarely spoken to her sternly while growing up. In fact, she had never seen him speaking sternly to anyone or getting mad at anyone for that matter. He would mostly keep to himself, even while keeping an eye on people around him. He was, however, what she considered to be a savant. He knew something about almost everything and always welcomed discussions and debates. Thus, she was positive that he would meet her friends in her room and throw some light on his own thoughts and opinions about the educational topics she just described. She wondered how surprised the boys would be about this discussion, as they had absolutely no clue what was coming.

Doyel and her father went upstairs and, as she expected, he turned towards her room. Samar and Arup were sitting on the bed as before, appearing to share a comfortable silence. She did notice a slight flush on their faces, especially Samar's, which she decided to be a residue of their earlier activities. She wondered if she herself had a reddish hue on her face. She was certainly still hot.

"Oh, I see you boys had tea already," Doyel's father announced while entering. He walked towards the chair which was there from before.

"Yes, uncle. Actually, twice," Samar responded while Doyel's father sat on the chair.

"Wonderful!" replied her father and made himself comfortable on the chair.

Doyel now knew her father would start the discussion and be there on the chair for another ten minutes, perhaps a bit more. She wondered - could she use this opportunity to tease the boys more? She was quite sure her father would not be looking back at all while speaking to the boys. Perhaps she could do something if she was cautious enough?

"So, Doyel tells me you were having a stimulated discussion on progression of humans into uncharted territories?" her father continued.

Doyel could see the bemused look on Arup's face and the incredulous one on Samar's. She herself was amused at their expressions. However, Arup was smart to take it in stride and started having a conversation with her father. Samar took some time to understand the context, but eventually he too was roped in.

Doyel was standing right next to the chair, next to her father. She casually took a step back and moved behind him, to move out of his line of sight. She was sure of the ten minutes she was going to get, and with her father's involvement in the discussion, she would certainly get away with what she was about to do. In fact, she modified her plan to ensure that she would be alerted the moment her father decided to move or get up.

Standing behind her father, Doyel slowly started giving her father a neck and shoulder massage. Nothing sensual, just an ordinary neck massage. In fact, she was famous in her household for her neck massages. She could intuitively find the stress points and release the knots while having the tenacity to continue her massages for a considerable amount of time, sometimes lasting for more than a quarter of an hour. She massaged her father's neck and shoulders to ensure he would remain seated for longer and would be averse to making any sudden movement.

Doyel kept massaging her father's neck and shoulders while observing his animated discussion with Samar and Arup, both of whom were now engrossed in the subject and were paying only fleeting attention to her. She carefully brought up her right hand and removed the string of her nightie from her left shoulder. This did not go unnoticed by Samar, who promptly smiled and focussed on her. Arup was still engrossed in the conversation and did not look up. Doyel looked down and saw that the removal of one string made the left side of her nightie fall only till her bicep. This ensured that only the top of her left breast was visible. She could only imagine how enticing it would have been to Samar, but she could see the anticipation on his face. She then proceeded to lift her left hand and casually flicked the string off her right shoulder. There was a very clear drop, and she felt the weight of the garment shift from her shoulder to both her elbows. Now she saw even Arup take notice of what she was doing and smiled. She smiled naughtily at the boys and continued her massage. After a couple of minutes of ogling her in this odd scenario, Samar met her eyes and he lightly raised his eyebrows, as if enquiring about what was to come next. She could clearly not remove her nightie completely standing behind her father, because although small, but there was always a chance of him getting up unannounced. If she let her nightie drop completely as she had done earlier, she would not have had enough time to pull it back up in such an occasion. But she still wanted to give them a treat. So, she looked down to evaluate if there was anything more that could be done. She was surprised to see that both strings of the nightie were at her elbows, but the fabric was stuck on her erect nipples. Her breasts did not fully come exposed like before. She understood that earlier, her hands were lowered by her sides, allowing her nightie to fall lower. But since now her hands were raised while massaging, the nightie was stuck. But this had an easy fix. She smiled at the boys and slowly stood completely upright. While doing so, she slightly slanted her arms. This had the result she desired - the straps slid to her wrists from her elbows, thus exposing her breasts in their entirety. She then straightened her arms again, but as expected, the nightie stayed where it had moved. Once the whole episode was completed in a few seconds, she looked back at the boys. They were both grinning like idiots. Her father pulled them back into the discussion, but their focus was lost. They continued the discussion half-heartedly.

This was all lost on Doyel's father, who kept sharing his views and opinions, and asking the boys their take on discussion. They understood that in order to prolong their voyeurism, they needed to prolong the discussion. So, they tried their best to continue while Doyel kept up her massage. She would occasionally remove one hand from her father's neck and press a breast, or knead a nipple, and would get back to the massage with both her hands. She was well aware that the teasing was driving the boys crazy. She certainly knew that it was having a euphoric effect on her - her nipples were hard and swollen, and she could feel new wetness between her legs. Of course, it was not the same intense waves as when Samar had finger-fucked her ass, not even close, but it was something to keep her in a mild happy trance.

Doyel did, however, realise that the episode needed to end soon, as her mother would arrive in less than half an hour, and she might sniff out that something was odd. She pulled up the strings of her nightie back up to her shoulders and announced, "We should probably call it a day now."

"Yes, yes, I too need to get freshened up," her father agreed, and proceeded to leave his seat, "it was good to chat with you, boys. I am glad to see that young people like you don't mind discussing such deep subjects," he added.

'Oh yes, why would we mind depth when the subject is the butt of a beautiful girl?' Samar thought. He looked at Arup and realised he was thinking along the same lines. The boys then looked at Doyel and realising they were all thinking the same thing, smiled.

"Sure uncle, we like deep subjects, and we certainly love probing these depths, if and when allowed," Arup responded to Doyel's father, but spoke to Doyel in reality.

"Well, like I said before, as long as no one stops you, you can probe whatever depths you want," Doyel quipped in response.

The boys stood up as well and took their leave from Doyel's father, who told them they were welcome to visit the house anytime they wished and then went to take a shower.

The boys waited until they saw the door to the washroom close. The moment they heard the latch click; they pounced on Doyel. While she expected the boys to try to make the best of the little remaining time they had, she was surprised at their ferocity. However, she did not put up any protest. In moments, her nightie was off again, and she was standing naked, with the boys copping a feel almost everywhere.

"Listen, dad doesn't take too long in the washroom, and mom will be home soon," she said between breaths, enjoying a kiss on her navel.

"Then we better start preparations to leave fast when needed," responded Arup.

Samar stood up and embraced Doyel from the side. He put another hand behind her knees and picked her up with just a little effort. She did not know what Arup meant or what Samar intended, but she trusted both of them, and she simply put her arms around his neck and cradled her head on his chest. She felt safe and secure. She also felt aroused and exposed. She knew that being picked up the way she was, her nether regions would be quite visible and there would be no hiding the fact that she was quite aroused. She closed her eyes once she felt Samar start walking.

Samar started walking towards the stairs, followed by Arup who bundled the nightie and carried it. They started climbing down the stairs. Arup dropped the nightie at the first landing. Samar climbed down the stairs very carefully as he neither wanted to drop Doyel, nor did he have any wish to tumble down the stairs with Doyel in his arms. Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, he gently put Doyel feet down on the floor. She waited for a few moments and opened her eyes. She was standing next to the main door, right where she had greeted Gupta a while earlier. She saw the boys ogling her again and it made her blush. They were just about to approach her again, when she held up a hand signalling them to wait. She had more mischievous plans. But she needed to check something before it could be put into action. She opened the latch of the door and peeked outside. She remembered to have locked the gate earlier when her father arrived.

"Did anyone bring the keys?" she enquired. The boys sheepishly looked at each other.

"I'll get it," Arup said and ran up to fetch the keys.

As Arup ran up to get the keys, Doyel peeked outside again. It was late afternoon, and the officegoers would soon start returning from work. But that had not started yet. There was still time. She was aware what she was planning now was either stupid or reckless, or perhaps both. But she wanted to push the boundaries further. She wanted more thrill out of this.

Doyel knew that because of the layout of the stairs and the main door, the distance between the staircase and the door was in a state of perpetual twilight, unless the stairwell light was switched on. While it was sufficiently bright closer to the door if it was fully open, it got darker the more one moved towards the stairs, eventually such that someone passing a few feet outside the door could only see indistinct silhouettes at the bottom of the stairs, if at all. They would not be able to make out even if there were more than one person.

Doyel took Samar's hand in hers and opened the door fully with her other hand. She then led him to the foot of the stairs with one hand, where she turned and stood facing Samar and the open door. Samar stood confounded for a moment at her sudden actions. Comprehension slowly dawned on him as he finally realised that she was exploring exhibitionism and exploring the boundaries. He was happy to help her do so. Samar looked into Doyel's eyes, and with a smirk, he moved behind her.

Doyel closed her eyes and let out a sigh as soon as she felt Samar's finger touch the side of her hip. While she wanted to experiment, she did not anticipate the exposure Samar was subjecting her to. She was not, however, averse to it. In fact, as the likelihood of being seen from the street was now real, the elevated risk was giving her an extra rush. While Samar's fingers kept roaming around her exposed front, her waist, her navel, her breasts, her nipples, she kept her eyes closed and imagined someone passing the deserted street, perhaps on foot. Perhaps the person would notice the open door and slow down for a moment. Perhaps they would notice the odd silhouette at the dark far end of the doorway, and it would pique their curiosity, and they would peek inside from the gate to find her naked and being caressed by a fully clothed boy. Would they raise an alarm? Would they be embarrassed and go on their way? Or perhaps they would stay and watch. The possibilities were already driving Doyel over the edge when she felt a wet sensation on her clit. She opened her eyes and looked down to find Arup kneeling in front of her, with his face between her legs. Being in the blissful state she was in; she had not registered his return. Once again, she had a choice to make. If she let him continue, she would practically be setting the grounds for them repeating this in the future, and she was not sure if she wanted to take that step already. On the other hand, it felt too good to stop him. Never had she had such sensations down there, which were radiating through her body, and making her loopy. She decided not to stop him. She had already let Samar finger her butthole, and she ruminated that short of having intercourse, nothing could get more personal than that. She let him continue.

Arup kept lapping at her clit while Samar was alternately mauling and caressing her breasts and nipples while kissing the back of her neck. Doyel had her hands rested on Arup's hair and her back leaning on Samar's chest, while leaning her head a little forward to make room for Samar's kisses. She felt Samar move one hand from her breast downwards. It traversed her midriff, her navel, then moved gently around to her hip, and to her crack. She got goosebumps from the anticipation when he moved slightly backwards and started moving his fingers down along her butt cleavage. She almost came when he touched her rosebud, but he kept moving further. Once he reached her slit, he started sliding his finger backward and forward along it. Once his finger was wet, he brought it back to her butthole and started to insert his digit. It was tight, and the finger went in only a little. He brought out his finger and lubricated it a bit more with her juices. When he tried now, it went quite a bit further - almost two-thirds of his finger went in. He brought it out and pushed in again and kept repeating. Eventually, his finger was going in in its entirety.

Doyel was extremely close now. On the one side, Arup was alternately licking and sucking her clit, while Samar was practically finger-fucking her butt and playing with her nipples. It was only a few minutes when she felt the explosion coming, and she was not wrong. She felt the most earth-shattering orgasm ever. Her knees bucked and she would have lost her footing, had she not been impaled in her butt by Samar's finger and if she did not have Arup's head to hold on to.

Arup let her go and stood up, his face drenched with Doyel's juices. He could see that she had gone completely limp in Samar's arms, one arm and one finger to be more precise. Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth open, and she was trembling visible from the throes of her orgasm, a thin film of sweat shining on her forehead and between her breasts. He kept enjoying the sight until he heard her mumble something in a raspy voice. He could not make out what she said, but evidently Samar did.

"I need to stand straight now," Doyel mumbled. She had stopped trembling. Samar removed his hand from her breast and supported her back to help her stand straight. However, he did not take his finger out from her butt. She stood straight, squeezing his finger further. She opened her eyes, still out of breath.

"Did you get the keys?" she asked Arup. He brought out the keys from his pocket and showed her.

"Open the gate please," she told Arup.

"Are you sure?" Arup asked, gesturing towards her naked body, and also the fact that she still had Samar's finger inside her butt. She nodded with a mischievous smile. Arup complied. He went to the gate, unlocked it and opened it wide.

"Now, please stand at the gate and tell me how much you see," Doyel further asked.

Arup stood at the gate and looked inside.

"Well, I can see shapes. If I try, I can make out that you have no clothes on. But I can't see clearly enough any more than that. Why do you ask?"

Doyel took a couple of steps forward, still smiling. Arup observed the odd sight - Doyel walking naked, almost like pulling Samar with his finger still stuck in Doyel's butt.

"How about now?" she asked again.

Both boys laughed at this.

"Do you wish to get caught naked, Doyel?" Samar asked.

"Well, if I am caught, Samar, you will get pretty beat up, considering you have your finger lodged deep in my ass!" she replied with a laugh of her own.

"On that note, it's a bit unfair that he gets to put his finger in your ass, twice, while I'm running errands," Arup mock complained.

"It is fully up to you boys. I extended the same invitation to both of you. I'm not choosing here, and I am not going to. You guys need to figure out to share me fairly," Doyel retorted.

Apart from the facts that Doyel was naked, and Samar's finger was fully inside her butthole, it looked like the three of them were simply having a friendly parting chat at the open main gate of her house.

"Okay, yes, you are right. But to answer your question, you are quite visibly naked now, and I can make out that there is another person standing behind you, although it is still difficult to figure out anything more than that," Arup explained, coming back to her question.

"Very well, then this marks the safe limit." Doyel said, taking note of her position with respect to the door and the stairs.

"Now, you guys need to scram. Mom will be back any moment." Doyel asked them, and then remembering something, she added, "Where is my nightie, by the way?"

"It's on the stairs somewhere," Arup replied, smiling.

"You dirty bastard," she cursed at him, without really meaning it.

"You mean lucky?" Arup continued the jest.

"I'm serious guys. Go now. And Samar, you can pop your finger out now." Doyel continued.

"Wait, I want to see it coming out," Samar said and squatted down behind her, directly facing her butt. He put his other palm on her cheek and slowly pulled his finger out, marvelling at the sight and the softness of her butt.

Doyel let out an audible sigh as the finger pulled out of her.

"Come here, Arup," Doyel beckoned Arup. When he came close, she landed a peck on his cheek. She then repeated it with Samar.

"Guys, I trust you. I don't want anyone to know about this. You understand, right?" she asked.

"Of course! Neither of us are going to blab about it. Don't worry," both boys agreed.

Samar and Arup walked out of the gate to their cycles and unlocked them. While sitting on their cycles, Arup asked, "When do we get together again?"

Doyel though for a moment, then suggested they discuss it later over the phone and make plans accordingly. She bade goodbye to both, and they went their way.

Doyel watched them go and then thought to get her nightie from the stairs, to lock the gate. If she went to lock the gate, she would be in plain view of the street. She did not want to risk getting caught in her state by her mother, who would be returning soon. But she also did not want to go up the stairs to fetch her nightie, come down, lock the gate, latch the door, and then go up again, only to come down again a bit later to open the door to her mother. She chose to let the gate be, and just close and latch the door. She went to the gate which was wide open, and stood in the plain view of the street for a moment. Then she lost the nerve to try anything more. She retrieved the lock and key which was dangling at the gate, and hurriedly closed the door, latching it up. She stood behind the door for a moment, catching her breath and then, smiling she went up the stairs. She found her nightie at the foot of the second landing, wore it there, since she was not aware if her father was out of the shower yet, and did not want to take any chances. She went to her room and lay on her bed, thinking of the events of the day.

As her mind kept rewinding the day, she could not help but smile and feel aroused yet again. She could only wonder what adventures lay ahead in the days to come, now that she had let herself go.

Dear Reader,

This concludes the storyline for "The Day Everything Changed". This one day is concluded.

There has been an absurd delay in writing and publishing the final part of this story because, well, Kirti did not write this part. With a very heavy heart, I must let you know that Kirti left the land of the mortals almost in the end of 2023. She was an extremely close friend of mine, and it took me a long time to come to terms with losing her, and I am still not fully there.

Among other things, she entrusted me with the responsibility of completing the story at the very least and keeping Doyel engaging in further adventures at the very best. Well, she (Kirti) was much more gifted than I will every be, and more experienced than I am. She gave me the plotline for the final chapter, and I have tried my best to channel her thoughts, and possibly her imagination into the characters she created. I am aware Max had been helping her with the editing, but I haven't been able to correspond with him much. Sorry Max! Even so, his contribution to her story has been undeniable and integral.

It took me a long time to actually start writing this part, mostly because I had to come out of the dark place which I had led myself into after Kirti left. But I was able to start, eventually.

I hope that I will find more time to keep her characters amongst us, even though she herself is not. Furthermore, I hope you all will keep loving her through her stories.

I am sure wherever she is, she is at peace. I will try to make my peace with that.

Regards,

Rishi