The Freedom Ch. 07

Note: I request to read all the previous chapters to feel the depth of the story, if not. Also for the new readers' convenience, I am sharing a recap. If you had already read the previous chapters, you can skip the recap.

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Recap for New Readers : A final year engineering student, Maya wants to break free from her traditional family's strict rules. Getting placed in an MNC job is her key to freedom. She attains it successfully by getting placed in a UK based MNC. She has one month to fly to London. She decides to unleash her secret "side B" to explore her desires and hidden fantasies. Losing her virginity before flying to the UK is her ultimate goal, but within her own rules to abide by. She has to keep up the good-girl image.

In Mumbai, she teases her crush Sam during a rainy bike ride and at his apartment, flashing glimpses of her body, yet as accidental exposure. However, her accidental exposure escalates, she pretends sleep to topless, Sam masturbates at her half nakedness thinking that she was slept. She manages to see his cock, the first in her life for real. Unlikely turn of events leads to a candid show to Sam's brother Jignesh, who crosses the boundary by groping her boobs--first time by a male. She glimpses his monstrous cock. She stays silent not to disrupt her plans.

She discusses everything with her best friend Leena and conveys her scheme of plans to seduce Sam -- her choice to experience the first sex with. They plan a trip to Lonavala, where Maya would further her moves there. But the resort trip becomes a group trip. Apart from Sam and Leena, their friends Guru, Riya (lovers), and Jignesh also join them. Maya plans to seduce Sam subtly at various incidents, however, ends up being an exhibitionist for a few, including Jignesh. Jignesh also desires for her. Maya ignores him. Amidst all this she's happy that Sam is being drawn to her slowly.

Then, an unexpected intimate massage from a trans masseuse, Somsak, ignites her sexual curiosity to the next level. She gets a desire for exhibitionism and loves the fact that her body draws eyes.

The trip gets disrupted after Riya's near-drowning at the pool. That incident prompts Riya and Guru to leave the resort with Jignesh. Alone in the resort with Leena and Sam, she finds a perfect opportunity. She throws a pool side party for them. Later, asks Sam to teach her swimming to escalate their physical intimacy. Surprisingly, Leena's drunken poolside antics reveal her bold side too. Maya resumes seducing Sam by staging a drunken drama in the pool. Result -- she manages to smooch him, get almost nude with him except for a panty. The swimming lessons conclude with happy ending for Sam, as she masturbates him and gets fingered momentarily. She could not proceed further in the pool, and she retires to her resort room.

Eventually in their last night at the resort, she finds Leena's secret crush on Maya. Leena approaches Maya, imagining the reality as dreaming. Maya goes with flow, playing Leena's fancy dreaming unwilling to hurt her emotions. The night ends with as a lesbian encounter between the two. Leena mostly took the dominant role, exploring Maya with her fingers and mouth. Next morning they return to Mumbai. Before leaving Maya gets Guru's pendrive, which he had missed at his room.

New adventures begin in Mumbai...

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CHAPTER 07: THE CATALYST AND THE REACTION

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THE CATALYST

We slumped in our beds as soon as we entered the house. I changed to a fitting spaghetti top, purple one. I freed my boobs from the clutches of my bra and wore tiny cotton shorts without the hindrance of my panty. Ditching inners at home was always a blissful feeling. My mind was consumed with Sam. I was craving my first fuck with him.

The newfound Leena's crush on me added twist to my story. I remember her magical fingers on me. Her dream, but my real night unsettled things. It tangled me in a triangular romance. One week of my one-month countdown to London was over. I made remarkable progress, enjoying every moment of my new freedom. Just one more private moment with Sam, I could drive him to unseal me.

'Craft a perfect plan Maya', my inner self urged me.

"Maya, I feel hungry. Ordering food. What do you want?" asked Leena.

She wore loose cotton track pants and a shirt. So modest and stark contrast to her drunken boldness in Lonavala.

"Order whatever you want. Before the food arrives, we shall try that Moringa soup", I suggested.

We slouched down in the kitchen and prepared the soup. The steam curled around us, spreading a unique aroma of Moringa leaves. It just took 10 minutes, we transferred it to our bowls and moved to the dining table.

Sipping the hot soup, I asked Leena, "You know, moringa enhances our libido?" The images of our private moments from Lonavala flashed in my memory. I awaited her reaction.

"I am not sure about Moringa. But Tequila works for sure. Look at you. You are still in mood, I guess," She turned back to my choice of clothes.

My spaghetti top revealed almost everything just stood as a thin layer of cover. It was enough to evoke her memories of the previous night. Anyone could have easily pictured my shape and size.

"Libido... I am not sure. But madness... yes. Someone did a bikini ramp walk after a few shots," I threw the ball at her court.

"Okay, scores levelled. Listen, I had a wild dream, Maya. Maybe because of the tequila..." she whispered.

"Wild dream? Wow, tell me..." I asked in a husky voice, moving closer. I played dumb and faked curiosity. Thrilled that she would confess, because I knew that was not her dream.

"I can't tell you now. I'll tell you some other time for sure."

I didn't pressure her, she might have her own reason. "Okay whenever you feel to discuss. I am always there," I gave her a tap on her shoulders and continued to slurp the soup. Then, my phone buzzed.

"Jignesh! Why is he calling now?" I asked Leena, showing my screen. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Hey, Maya. So how was the trip?"

"It was okay. We missed you guys," I lied.

"You owe me a treat. Remember?" he recollected my another lie, that I had promised him in the resort.

"Surely, Jigs. Let's plan for the weekend, okay?" I swallowed my annoyance, but kept my tone sweet. I did not wait for his reply and diverted him.

"Gotta go Jigs. Need to drain the noodles. Catch you later," I said and disconnected the call.

'Did Sam spill about the pool? Was he gossiping?' I doubted because Jignesh was pushing for the treat. As I couldn't shake the thought, I dialled Sam, moving away from Leena to the balcony.

"Hey, Sam, are you tired from the trip?" I started casually and said, "Jignesh called me now... pressing me for the treat. Did you tell him anything?"

He responded calmly. "Nope. He is at Guru's house. Why?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

"Nothing, I thought you might have shared something with him," I said, probing for cracks.

Sam chuckled. "I don't share my personal stuff with him."

"Personal stuff? What do you mean, Sam?"

"I mean... whatever happened in the pool, Maya."

"Do you remember anything? It's all a blur for me." I tried to pull the words out of his mouth.

He paused. "Booze baffled me, Maya. I remember wrestling with Leena. Later in the morning, I woke up in my room in my wet clothes. I was clueless. What about you?"

I smirked within and said innocently, "Even I was in wet clothes when I got up. I do remember jumping into the pool for Leena's challenge. Then she strutted off in her 'bikini.' I must've followed her back to the room. Or did you walk me there?" I asked, baiting him and played a truth or lie with him.

I didn't booze last night, so I remembered everything--how he undressed me, his rush to explore my body, and the feel of his cock in my grip. How could I forget the gush of his cum in the turquoise pool?

"Yeah, you were all wet down there..." he said, then caught himself, stumbling. "I mean, drenched from the pool. I walked you back to your room safely. You were totally plastered."

'You cheeky bastard!' I almost uttered my inner voice.

"Come again?" I teased, pushing him further.

But he didn't bite, sticking to his story. I pretended to buy his concoction, but deep down, I knew the truth. Sam remembered every second of that night, like I did.

"My bra was missing after the pool party, Sam," I flirted, "any idea?"

He thought I had forgotten the bra I gave him. But it was my test for him, not a trophy.

"Is it? Strange! Did you wear one? Try to recollect," he continued playing safe.

That's what I wanted, too--a safe distance, no confessions, and a no strings attached relationship. He believed what I wanted him to believe. I had staged the drunk act perfectly. He would think all happened in my stupefied state.

I grabbed a glass of water, letting the cool liquid kiss my lips.

"I'm sure, Sam..." before I could complete the sentence, the doorbell blared and it startled me. Water splashed onto my top, making the thin material clung to my chest, outlining my fluffiness. The purple spaghetti top turned semi-transparent, outlining my domes' crowns.

"Someone's at the door. Catch you later, Sam." I hung up, walking towards the door.

"Leena the food has arrived!" I guessed it to be the delivery guy.

I swung the door open. But it was Riya, her eyes widened as she looked at my drenched top.

"Hi, Maya, you're looking so hot," she said, pointing at my crests.

"Just water... spilled," I smiled and welcomed her in, leaving the door ajar.

"Hey Riya... What a surprise! Want some moringa noodles? Good for Guru!" Leena welcomed her with a tease.

"Shut up, Leena," said Riya turning her attention back to me. "What if someone else knocked at your door?"

"I was expecting the food delivery guy," I replied.

"His eyes would pop out seeing a hot girl in this state," Riya laughed.

"I was on a call, sipping water, you rang the bell and it spilled. Happened in a jiffy, Riya. Hang on, let me change," I said, turning toward my room.

"It's fine, we're all girls here." She sounded casual, but her gaze lingered on my body. I tugged the top, creating a gap between the fabric and my body. It released my boobs from clinging with a soft jiggle. I spotted Leena's eyes darted to the details.

"Hmm... So any special reason for the surprise visit?" I asked Riya.

Riya flopped onto the sofa, "Guru went to his native, and it was boring at home. And..." she hesitated.

Leena and I exchanged a glance and looked at Riya.

"How about your pool party? Have you stepped into the pool?" asked Riya.

"Yes, we did step in. Why?" Leena and I replied in unison, running the same doubt in our minds. 'Did anyone tell her what happened at the pool?' We had our own reasons to hide the pool escapade from Riya.

Riya lifted her t-shirt till her midriff, revealing mild rashes on her stomach, prominently around her navel. Red patches marred her soft skin. "All because of that damn pool," she complained.

"Maybe the water's pH didn't suit you," I said, having a closer look at the rashes.

"You have a sensitive skin," Leena said in a caring tone. "I've got aloe-calamine lotion that could help. Where else are the rashes?"

"Thighs, chest and..." Riya hesitantly pointed her private region.

"Don't worry. I'll give you the lotion. Apply it before hitting the bed at night, but ensure you drop your clothing to avoid further irritation and spread," said Leena.

"Can't do that at home. My mum will ask reasons, worse than rashes. Also, I share a room with my brother, and sleeping without clothes beside him... Impossible."

"Then stay here," Leena offered, a solution. "Apply it, rest for a few hours. That will be enough."

"She is right. Stay back, you have the whole day. Go home by evening," I echoed Leena.

"How can I be... clothless here?" Riya balked, and her cheeks turned pink.

"As you said, we're all girls here. Being a girl, we all have to go nude in front of a few people at some point in our lives--Doctors, mother, room-mates..."

"Boyfriend...," Leena interrupted me.

"Yes, even girlfriend. You know..." I teased back Leena and turned to Riya. "Feel home, take Leena's room."

Riya remained silent. I felt pity for her, looking at her innocent face struggling to take a call.

"Take her in, apply the lotion, Leena. I'll handle the food delivery," I said pushing Riya to come out her hesitation. She followed Leena to her room.

I sank onto the sofa as she got up and scrolled the food app --delivery guy was stuck in traffic, 15--20 minutes late. My wet top clung to my body again, the fabric drying slowly in my body heat. It was thrilling to stay in skimpy costumes, around the people who had seen you so formal in the college. I loved the way Riya and Leena stealing a look at my body. Leena might be undressing Riya right there in her room, just blocked by a door. I wanted to sneak in and see them.

Something vibrated under my bum, sending a jolt to my pubic area. I stood up and saw Riya's phone. She had kept in silent mode, and it was vibrating for Guru's call. I thought of attending it, inform and pass it to Riya. But he didn't wait even for my 'hello'.

"Riya, the selfies and videos we took in Lonavala... I've uploaded it to our cloud storage. Can't keep them on my mobile. My parents might use my phone. So, transfer it to the pen drive. We will watch later. Bye, Mum's coming."

Guru hung up the call by the time I said, "Hey, it's Maya here."

I headed toward Leena's room to convey the message to Riya. Through the cracked door, I saw Riya in her inners, lying on her back and Leena applying the aloe-calamine lotion liberally. I could not see Leena's face.

'Is she feeling Riya's body the way she felt mine?' a thought creeped inside me.

"Ah... I feel soothing, Lee," I heard Riya responding to Leena's fingers gliding over her body. Riya was enjoying it for sure.

Not wanting to interrupt, I returned to the sofa. With Riya's phone still in hand, my mind ran all the wild thoughts. What could be there in those selfies and videos? I could not stop reiterating my pool experience with Sam and picturing Riya doing something similar with Guru.

A notification appeared, Guru sent the link. But Riya's mobile screen was locked with a pattern. I tried "R" for Riya--error. "Z" for Zinta, her surname--nope. One attempt left before a 30-minute lockout. I paused, then tried a "G" for Guru. Bingo!

The phone unlocked, and I opened the link. There was a folder with around 50 photos and a video.

'Should I open it or not?' my mind played on a seesaw of yes or no. My fingers defied and opened the photos, swiping them one by one.

The first few photos were pretty normal. Riya and Guru were posing for selfies with pouty faces at various places in the Lonavala resort.

Then came the indoor shots, raising the bar of intimacy. Guru was seen kissing, no I would put it as biting Riya's lips. Their clothing reduced gradually as I navigated through the pictures, from a mild cleavage to inners.

In one of the pictures, I saw Riya in bra and Guru's face was buried in her valley. In the next one, her face was close to his bulge, protruding the underwear.

The next set zoomed in on her breasts. They were ample and soft. He snapped at them from every angle, focussing on her black nipples. Some of them were live photos. From their nude French kissing, boob fondling to licking were there as short live photos.

Then came the shocker: a photo of Guru's cock! A true BBC. I would redefine it as a Big Breathtaking Cock.

I ran a comparison of real man-things I had come across in my life. The first one was Sam's long, sleek shaft, that I had seen it in his room; later I clutched and stroked the same inside the pool. The second one was Jignesh's scary mushroom-headed one, which I had witnessed on the same night when I was in Sam's room; it was intimidating but not longer than Sam's. The third one was not even in the level of comparison, it was cute pinky dildo like one of Somsak, the Thai masseuse.

Amongst all, Guru's was the real deal, the biggest and longest I had ever seen. Be it porn or real life, its girth and length was daunting me. It could be easily a centimetre or two longer than Sam's. It caught my breath as I flipped through more photos of Guru's proud assets. Yes, that's how he held the veined shaft and posed for Riya. His balls were relatively smaller and appeared disproportionate. I must admit, Jignesh had the heaviest pair of balls hanging between the thighs.

In a picture, Riya's fingers looked even smaller when she wrapped around the shaft. Even her wrist was dwarfed by its girth. I could see her struggling to encircle it fully. She posed with her lips brushing the tip, playfully.

One striking photo showed Riya's face side by side with Guru's manhood; the organ's length surpassed her face easily. Its base aligned with her chin, and the tip extending past her forehead.

How could a girl take that inside her? I wondered, shivered, and my mind raced trying to picturize the penetration. I imagined it stretching a pussy! I stopped thinking abruptly as I swiped to the next photo.

Riya's ultimate secret was revealed. A close-up of her womanhood. She had it waxed neat and clean. It was dusky not pinky to match her complexion. But the labia and lips matched her, they were plump and inviting into a plain but alluring canvas of her slickness.

Shocked would be appropriate than surprised. Not even in my wild imaginations I would have dared to picturize Riya like this. She posed spreading her love hole. Her pink inner flesh was glistening, tight yet surely not virgin. I wondered how could it accommodated Guru.

'The photos are done. A video to go! You can't stop here, Maya..." my consciousness voiced inside.

When I pulled myself back to the reality, I saw numerous beads of sweats drenching my already wet spaghetti top. I looked around, there was a pin drop silence. Riya and Leena were still in the room, while I lost myself looking at the photos. Least bothered about the world around me, I switched my attention back to Riya's smartphone.

I clenched my thighs as slick heat was pooling between my legs. My nipples hardened the moment I opened the folder. The images were hotter than any porn. Because, I knew them in a different light. Seeing them like this, sent a sudden surge of arousal inside me.

I knew it was wrong, invading their privacy, but lust drowned my morality. I diluted it with reasoning that I was not hurting them or their feelings. I was just indulging myself privately adoring them.

I quickly grabbed my earbuds, paired it with her mobile and played the video -- a hefty UHD file, over two GB in size.

It opened with Riya and Guru smiling at the camera. He grabbed the camera from her and said, "This is our first time."

Riya cut in, giggling, "First? Really?"

"Okay first time, outside my room, right?"

"One more video for our sweet, evergreen memories," Riya said and pulled him closer.

Guru propped the phone on a stand, capturing every heated second that followed. He devoured her lips in a deep and sloppy smooch. She tangled her tongue with his, as he ripped her bra, tearing it off to free her chubby boobs.

"These are my weakness, baby," he growled and latched onto one nipple, sucking hard and grazed his teeth. He switched between the two options and his saliva trailed wet.

He yanked her panties down to reveal her dusky triangle.

"Eat me!" she demanded.

He parted her legs, plunging his tongue into her slit. He handed the mobile to her to film the close up shot of his lips pulling her juicy labia and sucking the clit. Her hands clutched his hair, hips bucking, and she dropped the phone in pleasure.

The video gone blur, but I could hear her quivering for more. "Oh, Aww... honey, don't stop it. Keep going, fuck yeah!"

After a minute, Guru picked the phone and continued the recording. He was lying on his back. Riya took his semi-erect cock in her hand, "wake up buddy."

Already six inches, the beast came to life on her touch. She traced his heavy balls with her tongue tip and gulped them one by one. She pushed back the foreskin while sucking the balls, exposing the pink bulbous head perfectly proportional to the thick shaft. It stood like a flag pole ready to hoist.

"Oh... Riya... Oh..." Guru moaned as she released his balls and licked his cock, focussing more on the frenum.

"I know you like it here, huh? Want more?" She sucked his head like a pro.

I could not believe my eyes, the innocent Riya lying next door was the same girl in the video. She brushed her heavy boobs on his thighs, coating his thick cock with her saliva. It was shining like a well lubed piston. Though she could accommodate only one third of the shaft, she ran her lips and tongue all over its entire length. It looked like a languid journey from the base.

She lubed the cock with her saliva, applying the rest on her pussy, spitting more. She positioned herself above him.

"Get inside, now!"

She slowly lowered herself inch by inch.

'Damn it! She consumed it full!' I uttered, seeing the massive cock disappearing in between her thighs.

Guru panned the camera to her face. Her face bloomed with a familiar pleasure. He kneaded her boobs, while she initiated the thrusts.

"Ride it slow, baby," he pleaded.

She moved her hips up and down, revealing how deep her tunnel was. Just around some 5 to 8 moves, Guru begged her.

"Stop! Stop! I may come anytime."

They paused and flipped their position to a missionary. A closeup shot showed how easily his cock filled her pussy, spreading her walls in every direction. It was sliding in and out, three-quarters while her plump labia gripping him.

"Stop teasing, fuck me, I want it full," she begged him like a slut.

"Tell me when it hit the end," he said and pushed his shaft deeper.

"Stop," she said, but his cock was completely inside her. I wonder she was deeper matching his length.

He fucked her like an animal, full length pulled out and pushed in. He repeated the cycle for merely 10 times.

"I'm cumming... cumming..." he pleaded her to easy the grip and pulled his shaft out. He aimed it for her stomach, but thick ropes of cum triggered farther and drenched her face, forming lines from her stomach to neck. He gushed out thick white semen at least 6 times, followed my dripping on her navel.

He applied it like a lotion all over her torso and face.

"Sorry, I came early," he felt bad as he had done in five minutes.

"It's alright," she said, holding his limp cock.

"Let me wash you," he said and continued, "Not here. Let us go to the private pool, I want to finish it there."

"We don't know swimming. Better fake altitude sickness and stay in the room. We do it in the bath tub. Fine?" She asked winking at him.

'Damn it! You cheeky girl. Planned a fuck trip at my expense' I murmured watching the video nearing the end.

"Enough of the video, I have learned some special positions. You can last longer in them. I will show you, come," she said and walked to the bathroom. Guru turned off the recording.

I got back to my own world, only to find my hand kneading my boobs. I had no idea when did I pull my spaghetti top, exposing my boobs. I noticed a gentle line of leak originating from my pussy on my thighs.

With earbuds, I was lost in their moans and whispers drowning into the video. I flicked to Leena's room, the door was still ajar. I felt a sigh of relief, that they didn't catch me in action.

I wiped the trail of my ecstasy from my thighs.

"Ma'am... Ma'am..." a voice jolted me.

I whipped around, lurching to see the food delivery guy at the doorstep. The door was wide open, just like my spaghetti top revealing my boobs to him. I had unlatched them when Riya arrived, missed locking it back.

I yanked up the top to cover my breasts from him, turning away from him.

'How long had he been standing here, watching me, my boobs?' I lost in thought for a moment.

Embarrassment burned my cheeks. Though I love exposing a bit, that was totally unwarranted. My shyness crashed, unable to turn around and look at the delivery guy.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you with ear pods," I stammered in a shaky voice, "I was watching a movie," I gave him an unnecessary explanation and turned around. Still I could not see his face and looked elsewhere.

"It's okay, ma'am. Here's your lunch," he said in a polite tone. His eyes fixed on the floor but glanced at my boobs avoiding an eye contact with me. So I took the chance to see his face.

'He was the same guy who delivered Pizza at Sam's house!' I recollected him.

"When did you come?" I gathered some courage to ask as he was shyer than I.

"Just now, Ma'am. OTP, please," he replied operating his phone.

I knew he was lying. I took my mobile and gave the four-digit code to him.

"It's expired, ma'am. I shall send a new one, now," he uttered. He updated the delivery time and my phone pinged with a fresh OTP.

I recited it to him, while reconstructing his actual arrival time.

He handed over the food and left with a quick, "Thank you, ma'am."

I shut the door and latched it this time. When I checked the first OTP's time, it was sent twenty-five minutes ago.

'Twenty five fucking minutes! He had been there, watching me playing with my boobs, lost in a sex clip!' Only my mind could utter the words, while I remained speechless.

Should I burn with shame or laugh at the absurdity? I had no answer, but my pussy responded with a throbbing thrill.

"Has the food arrived?" Leena's voice emerged as her room's door creaked open.

I shoved Riya's phone under a cushion, forcing a casual smile, acting normal to Leena.

"Give me the food. I am starving," she said with her stomach growling.

"Okay, let's eat," I said, moving to the dining table. My mind was still trapped in the unbelievable stuff I saw. Craving to watch it again and more. While I was munching the food, my brain looped the video inside my head. I could not pause or stop it.

"You picked up the delivery like this?" Leena asked pointing at my pointed breasts.

"Is it odd?" I asked her, as my heart pummelled inside. I could see the pulsing movement on my chest.

"Nothing. You made the day for the delivery guy," she said winking and shifting her focus back to the food.

Vivid thoughts of the food delivery guy flashed in my mind. Last time at Sam's house I had shown him a teaser, now revealed my assets fully. I finished my lunch in a jiffy and settled on the sofa.

Leena's focus was on the food. I slyly forwarded the weblink to my phone and deleted the forwarded history from Riya's phone. The cloud permissions said: Anyone with the link can access the folder.

"So, what's up with her?" I asked Leena about Riya.

"I've applied the lotion. She's stark contrast to you. Shy girl! It took so much time to convince her to get undressed," Leena sighed.

"Really?" I asked keeping the video in mind, "Was she that shy?"

"Not everyone can be open like you Maya," Leena said, running her eyes from my head to toe as I slouched on the sofa with legs spread.

I got up to escape her inquiring eyes, fearing I might spill the beans. I don't want to discuss Riya's video with her now. So, I moved to Leena's room.

I saw Riya lying on the waterproof blanket, spread across the bed. She was stark naked! I saw what I had seen in the video in real now. Her eyes were covered with cucumber slices, her body glistening with the lotion. Her breasts looked lively and bigger than in the pictures. Though she was shorter than Leena and I, her assets were outdone us.

Though mine are handful ones, they were still the smallest boobs in comparison, while Riya won the category. Her nipples are firm and pitch black. Her pussy was bald, with prickly hairs suggesting she had not waxed after visiting Lonavala. As she spread her legs, I could see her slit, her small labia barely covered her entrance. It was like an open glory.

My footsteps stirred her, and she instinctively covered her boobs with hands and curled sidewards.

I touched her shoulders and comforted. "It's alright, Riya. This is not new for me," I paused and reframed, "I mean, I am used to nudity. After all we all have got the same features, right? Don't feel shy." Actually I uttered the line, keeping the close-up details of her body in my mind. I still could not believe she accommodated Guru's big one inside her.

"Don't mess up her, let it heal. Come out," I heard Leena yelling from behind.

I know she was possessive about me and did not like me looking at another girl up close.

"She is a shy nerd!" Leena hissed and pulled me out of the room.

As we walked out, the so-called nerd turned and lied on her back again. Only I knew the cougar behind the nerd's mask. Riya was a sexual wildfire, bolder than me. Maybe she might be enjoying the exposure to us within her. Surely she was the senior in the game of sex. I would be a junior, level below when it comes to her expertise. I felt a strange mix of feeling: awe and envy. I craved a for my own experience.

While my phone quietly downloading the video, I deduced the ways that may lead to my first sex with Sam.

"She has rashes all over, Maya. Have you seen? Poor girl. The pool must be contaminated with some microbes," Leena put forward her theory.

"Microbes!" I raised my eyebrows, while my mind flashed the scene of Sam ejaculating inside the pool under my grab.

I heard a cling sound in my mobile, notifying the download completed.

"Leena, I've got a headache. Going to sleep. DND okay?" I feigned exhaustion, pressing a palm to my temple.

Without waiting for her reply, I moved to my room and latched the door of my sanctuary.

I did not emerge for three hours. You guessed it right. I buried myself into the video again, burying my fingers inside my pussy. I undressed every bit of clothing and pleasured myself, relaxed in my safe zone.

I saw Riya could not climax in the video as Guru finished soon. But I climaxed with juice flowing all over my bedsheet, demanding a wash. However, I collapsed and took a catnap.

I woke up at dusk and stepped towards my door, only to realize I was nude. After a quick bath, I wore a t-shirt and a track pant, stepping out of my room.

I saw Riya was long gone, with her mobile. I found her message on my mobile saying, 'don't want to disturb you. Thanks for the treatment. I feel better.'

I saw Leena sprawled on the sofa, napping, with her shirt rode up and exposing her navel.

I cooled myself with a glass of chill water. However, my thirst was deeper, untamed and remained unquenched. A restless hunger started when I had decided to lose my virginity... No! I had decided to unlock my pussy, and open the doors of my wonderland.

'Sam has the key! I know how to get it soon and unlock,' I said to myself.

The video of Guru and Riya catalysed me urge. The reaction got fuelled by it more.

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THE REACTION

I killed a couple of days, mostly locked inside my room. Binge-watching Riya's stuffs, ofcourse lot of self pleasuring and planning. I thought of discussing Riya's secrets with Leena, but worried she might mistake me for invading their private moments secretly. So I skipped the thought.

Thursday morning, I got up with the wild dreams of Riya's fucking moans and her pussy boasting at me, 'look I got a cock.' I decided not to get addicted to her video and to focus on my own pursuit of pleasure.

I could not find Leena, probably gone to shopping groceries. Our flat was quiet. My phone buzzed. It was a casual message from Sam, regarding his job related stuff. An idea sparked! I needed an excuse to meet him. I called him.

"Hey, Sam. Busy?"

"Hi Maya. Busy? Me? No. Jignesh gone out of the city yesterday, morning. Even Guru is at his native. So, it's boring alone at home. I hate our college life got over," he said like he was waiting to open up.

"See, I came across a walk-in for an MNC in France. Maybe you could crack it, Sam. I shall forward the details."

"Not interested in France. UK would be ideal for me, with you there," he said in a flirty note.

"Hey. Thanks for reminding about UK. I have a few forms to be filled for the VISA clearance..." I cooked up the stuff which I had already finished. "May I come to your place? I need to discuss a few things on it."

He bought the bullshit as I expected.

"Always welcome. I was thinking how to kill the time till Jigs come back," he hinted that he was all alone.

"When will he return?"

"By tomorrow."

I sighed a relief. "Okay. Also, your pyjama shirt and pants are still with me, remember? You had given it on that rainy night," I purposefully reminded him the night I spent at his home.

"Yeah..."

"I shall bring them as well," I confirmed my arrival.

"Sure. I will be waiting. But you are having lunch here, I shall order a special Thali Meals for you. Okay?" he asked eagerly.

"Roger that, captain!" I smirked with a clear plan of action.

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The time was 10, still no sign of Leena's return. I took bath, and wore my favourite 'Blueberry Goddess' perfume. I picked a light-weight black saree and a sleeveless blouse. The seductive black saree with transparent floral patterns would surely fuck with his mind. The blouse, again black semitransparent with deep neckline, stitched fit to house my 32C assets in place.

I wanted to go all black, because it would highlight my alluring complexion. So, my laced black bra was nothing but a thin sheet, wore for the sake of amping the sexy look. I got matching panties made of the same material.

I applied a hair spray and let it loose, with my natural curls. I glossed my lips red and traced kajal sharp on my eyebrows. Typically, I was not fond of jewellery, yet I wore silver anklets to create a soft chime. I read somewhere that men fall for it.

I dropped a message to Leena, saying that I was going out to Sam's place and will be back by evening. To be frank, I had planned to seduce him. But I was not sure how things would end up. Ultimately, fucking him was my goal. But I was not sure, when and how it would happen. I decided to go with the flow. I would seduce Sam till he brimmed with the urge to get me laid.

I stepped out of the house, only to feel the scorching heat of the sun. It struck me like a slap, wrapping me with a sudden gush of sweat, as I had to wait fifteen damn minutes for the cab. I was desperate to get inside the AC of the vehicle, but to add insult to injury, the cab got cancelled.

I lost my patience to book another one and wait for it again. I called up an Auto-rickshaw, just to regret my decision the very moment I entered it. The black roof of the Auto just radiated the heat further. Not to mention, I wore all back on the sunny day. Even the slow movement of the vehicle could not blow more wind for any comfort.

I got literally drenched in my own sweat, dripping between my boobs, down my spine, soaking my blouse completely. I noticed auto-driver continuously staring at me through his rearview mirror. Only then I realized the heat was a blessing in disguise, as Sam would be electrified to see me like this.

The auto-driver waited, watching my hips sway, till I disappear from his view, after dropping me at Sam's apartment building.

When I reached Sam's door, I was feeling a dizzy due to the heat. My brain worked out a quick scenario -- why not faint due to heat? I would build it up. With a clear plan, I pressed the doorbell.

Sam opened the door. He was in a fitting t-shirt and track pants. His gaze locked at me standing wet with my sweat. My saree clung to my waist, and I saw his eyes glued to it. I could feel my blouse all wet, hugging me like a layer of paint.

"Hi," I said in a husky voice, signalling tiredness.

"Hi, Maya. C-Come in. What happened?" he welcomed me, with a cracked voice. I heard the sound of his door keys being twisted twice to lock from the inside.

I moseyed past him, with my hips swaying slow accentuating my curve deliberately. Every step made my anklets sing, which could be a new music for him--a change in me.

"It's damn hot out there, Sam," I pretended gasping, clutching my chest and looked around like a person who would faint anytime.

"Maya!?" he stammered and stepped closer.

I let my knees buckle and collapsed safely next to the sofa, as planned. My body limped, eyes fluttered before shutting and I staged a perfect fainting.

'I'm not dead, just fainted. Look I'm breathing, Sam,' I conveyed it with ample heaving of my chest.

"Maya! Maya!," he called my name endlessly as he dropped beside me.

His hands trembled as he shook my face gently. He grabbed a water bottle and sprinkled water on my face liberally. With determination, I continued pretending unconscious. The droplets trickled down my neck and drenched my blouse further.

He rubbed my palms fast desperate to wake me up. Then, he shifted to my soles. I felt tickling, however, I controlled myself. He got scared really and genuinely trying his level best to bring me back.

I stayed pliant, breathing slow and deep, assuring that I was still alive. My breasts rose up and down to my breathing rhythm. I managed to sneak a look at his tension, and I was loving it. The game of making him sweat. But I adored the way he cared for me. He was running around like anything and tried splashing water again, drenching me further.

He did some google search and returned to rubbing my palm again. He lifted my hand and held it above my face for a few seconds and dropped it. I flinched to avoid hitting my face.

'Damn it! He is testing you, Maya!' I alerted myself.

He tried the same thing with the other hand, this time I let my hand land on my face naturally. He repeated it twice, getting the same outcome.

"Oh shit! She is unconscious for real!" he yelled out.

Then... Fuck... I did not expect the move from him. He placed his trembling hands on me to do the CPR! He took my arms, placed my palms over my chest in crossed position. He was unsure of how to do a CPR, but genuinely concerned. He placed his hands over mine and pressed lightly through my hands. The pumping movements was so gentle. He could not get a rhythm of a typical CPR.

He was probably trying this as a first aid, thinking that I had a heart attack as I had clutched my chest before fainting.

"Maya... I have to..." he reluctantly slid his hands beneath mine and his palm finally pressing my blouse. His touch flattened my tits with each pumping presses. He moved my hands from blocking his view and tried the CPR again. His fingers splayed over the delicate saree. As he was focused on his life-saving emergency, I managed to peek at his deep concern.

But I also knew that he was feeling my breast and fighting his arousal within. He shook his head, removing his palm from cupping my breast, like he gave up. I feared he might call an ambulance.

"Maya!" he called me one last time gently tapping on my cheeks.

I gave nothing but a slight murmur to signal that I was not dead serious. However, continued to act limp and innocent.

I saw a change in him. A shift from panic to a spark in his eyes. The same spark I had seen in Lonavala. A signal of lust and arousal.

'Did he find that I am faking?' I asked myself and answered myself, 'Just continue Maya, if he knows that you are pretending. That would be better he knows you are not really in danger. Let him do something without pressing the panic button. See what he is up to.' I convinced myself to continue feigning fainted.

"Heat Stroke... Suggest first aid... Person in all black dress" he requested an AI tool to help.

It replied, "Move the person to a cool place. Loosen clothing. Apply cool water or ice. Give sips of water if conscious. If conditions worsen with no signs of improvement, call emergency."

"Cool place..." he muttered, cranking the AC to 16 °C. The cold blow of air jolted my body.

"Loosen Clothing..." he murmured with a hesitation as his hands hovered over me.

"Maya?" he called me again in a low voice, probably not wanting a reply from me this time.

"You are all black... It traps heat. I need to release the heat..." he said something more, which I could not hear. He was justifying his moves, purely as an act of first aid.

I could still see the hesitation. His fingers trembled as if my saree's fabric might scald him. He looked at my eyes, searching for permission, which I didn't give.

'You had got the guts to unbutton my shirt that night. Why hesitating now, Sam? It was dark at night, now its broad daylight. Maybe a part of him might be terrified that I will hate him if I catch him undressing me.' I thought as he paused momentarily.

Then slid the pallu off my shoulder, carefully removing the safety pin that held my saree and the blouse in place. His finger brushed against my skin. He slid the saree off my torso, revealing my blouse and belly, exposing my navel.

His eyes lingered all around the exposed parts of my body. I showed ample cleavage, ensuring he did not stop it abruptly. He overcame the fleeting moment of hesitation and snapped back to his first aid task.

His fingers moved to my blouse. He fumbled with the first of the four unhooking he should do to remove that piece of clothing. He was shaking like someone defusing a bomb. One snap, he undid the first hook. I moved no muscle, to give him the much-needed confidence. He proceeded with one after the another and unhooked the final snap, the blouse falling open.

He splayed it to either sides like wings, exposing my breasts barely covered by a socked lace bra. It revealed my details clearly from the curves of my boobs to the outline of my areolas. My nipples were hard, as I laid vulnerably bare under his trembling gaze.

'Sam, don't you know that I am aware of your actions? Where are you heading to?' I asked him inside my mind.

I could not believe lying there, blouse open like a silent invitation to him explore more. Of course, I needed him to explore every inch of me.

He gained some confidence, yet hovered his fingers over my bra. He missed noticing the hooks clasped on the front, nestled between my tits. He ran his fingers on the bra straps at my back, finding no hooks and came back to focusing on the front.

Spotting the hooks, he undid them one by one. It revealed my deep cleavage first, then half of the boobs glistening with sweat. Everything hung on the last hook, he eased the clasp, freeing the tension. My bra splayed wide, baring my round beauties. Catching the AC's chill, my nipples tightened with perfectly defined borders of the areolas.

I swallowed my moans, struggling to stay limp and fainted in his eyes.

His mind must be oscillating between first aid and craving. With blouse open on either side and bra unhooked and spread, I was lying there still draped in my saree on my hips.

I presented myself as a fainted girl, unaware that her tits were exposed and rising slowly with each breath. I found it difficult to see his next move, without getting noticed. So, I waited with my closed eyes.

In the pretext of shifting me to a cooler spot, he slid his arms beneath and lifted me from the floor. My open blouse caught on his hold and slipped further until it fell down completely. He eased off my bra and settled me topless onto his lap.

"Maya! Maya! Wake up," he whispered. As I twitched my eyes to sneak a look at him, he almost panicked, thinking I would wake up.

If I did so, he would have no answer for his actions. He might be praying inside that I see his act as an innocent first aid.

He avoided my face and shook me again. I did not respond, but my boobs did with a jiggle, teasing him further.

'Fuck, Sam! Kiss my boobs, take it!' I yearned inside. But he continued his so-called first aid of removing my clothes that trapped heat and relieve me from the sun stroke.

He laid me on a cushion. I felt his hand doing something on my waistline. I could not see it, but I was feeling a release. He wasn't removing my saree tugged at my waistline into the petticoat. Now with the saree's tug removed, he untied the petticoat's knot with just two fingers. I felt nude, though the fabric still clung below my waist.

He struggled to pull it down. For just a fraction of second, I lifted my hips to ease things for him. He did not notice it, and he felt victorious after removing the fabric down inch by inch, revealing my laced panty, followed by my bare hairy thighs.

"You are still unconscious, Maya! That's the last black!" his voice rasped with lust, definitely not first aid any more. He was ogling at my almost-naked state.

He lifted me again, trying to ease me to the sofa. He placed my head first, shoulders and then my back gradually, trailing his hands.

'God, what are you doing?' I felt yelling out as he grabbed my panties' waistband at my bum and rolled it down as he lowered me to rest on the sofa. He pulled the last piece of clothing from my body.

I was stark naked in broad daylight, right in his living room. First time ever in my life, I allowed this to happen. I exposed my hairy bush, but preventing my slick folds from his view.

I knew his focus would definitely be not on my eyes, hence I observed him freely. He froze, staring at my nakedness.

"Maya, I am helping you to recover from the heat stroke," he reaffirmed it and stepped away.

I sank back, continuing my act of faint and remained helpless.

'Fuck you, Sam!' I almost yelled when the ice hit my tits. He brought some ice cubes and started rubbing it allover my body. I got visible goose bumps, letting our mild moans, feigning regaining consciousness.

"Its working, Maya. You will be fine," said Sam, continuing his ice treatment on my tummy, navel, and thighs. He was literally teasing me.

He did the unthinkable by pressing the ice not just on my pubic mound, but right on my clit, unknowingly. I could not hold it any more. I let out a loud moan, pretending to gain consciousness. He jerked his hand back, dropping the ice on my pussy.

I fluttered my eyes and opened it slowly. I mocked a daze, like returning from a coma.

I looked at myself--naked and exposed like a naked sushi girl from Japan.

"Wha...? What..." I gasped for air and brought my hands to cover my chest and crossed myself to cover my breasts. Naturally I got the shyness, to face him nude. I curled in my legs modestly to prevent him from seeing my pussy.

"Sam?!" I could not ask anything else.

He froze. Panic flooded his face, turning red and eyes could not meet mine. He gathered some courage and said, "You fainted! Heat stroke, Maya. I... I... Black clothes trap heat. So I thought of cooling you down by..."

I interrupted not interested to listen what I already knew, "I'm naked, Sam!"

"I didn't mean to. But your blouse, bra and... everything was black, soaked in sweat and made the symptoms worse..." his voice broke without any words to explain.

He got freaked out for sure. Because according to him, that was the first time we were confronting each other under conscious state of mind. I also reacted like, nude for the first time in front of him. There was some truth to it as well. I have never been this stark nude to anyone.

Silence choked us. I fumbled for the saree, momentarily releasing my hands to bare my boobs. This time, he shifted his eyes elsewhere like a gentleman. I covered the damp saree over my body. It was sheer one layer of clothing, hid nothing by turned me into a cruel tease.

"I didn't expect this..." I said with my heart racing.

"I am sorry, Maya. I..." he swallowed as guilt and lust catapulting him back and forth.

"Nope. I mean the heat stroke, Sam," I interrupted his explanation.

"Still, I am sorry," he said making his first eye contact after a while.

"It's okay. After all it's you, Sam, seeing me like this," I bit my lips pretending to be shy.

I felt enough of the teasing and opened up with him by confessing, "I know our crush on each other for so long. We had never expressed it. I was not ready for a relationship. But now I am okay with it. I mean, I don't mind your act of desperation to help me out."

I softened my gaze and made eye contact with ease. Speaking the truth, gave me some confidence. I saw him scanning my nakedness covered by the thin saree.

"Can you bring something to drink, Sam? I feel thirsty!"

He nodded fast, stumbled over and bolted to the kitchen.

I adjusted the saree, folded my legs and sat comfortably in the flimsy shield.

'You did it Maya!' I smirked inside as I could play any card and win the game.

He grabbed mango juice, handed me a glass, pouring too quickly. My hand was shaking and he slipped the jar. Fuck! It poured all over my chest. The saree caught the spill and slid down instantly, baring my tits again. It was painted yellow with the thick mango juice.

"Ouch! Its ice-cold!" I yelled, closing my eyes and fist, shivering.

"Shit! Sorry, Maya!" he gasped, rushing to help me. He searched for something, probably a napkin.

He found nothing, so he brought his hands for the aid. He swiped with his fingers across my tits, slowly, smearing the juice. His gentle touch made my pussy clench with pulsating feel. He traced the curves of my domes, grazing the nipples, which sent jolts far beyond my clit. He wiped the juice from my body and collected it on the glass, till no single drop was left.

He cupped both my boobs and squeezed them sensually, finishing at my nipples to collect the traces of the mango juice. "It's juicy everywhere, Maya," he said gluing his eyes to my breasts.

"Are you juicing my mangoes now?" I asked with a smile.

He was in a trance, lost in lust, still kneading my assets he claimed as his own.

"Always... I dreamt of tasting these... juicy mangoes..." he murmured.

"Come again?" I smirked, leaning closer to him.

He removed his hands. His eyes almost butterfly kissed mine. "I've... this crush on you more than you, Maya. Wanted you since the first time I saw you!" he confessed.

I kissed him on his lips. It was a short one.

"You said, you dreamt of tasting them," I whispered to him.

"Yes!" he tried to kiss my lips again.

"No. Taste them first," I pushed him down to my chest.

He breathed hot against my nipples. He explored my breasts with his lips, kissing every inch of it, worshipping me. His tongue tasted the faint traces of the mango juice. He savoured not the fruit juice, but my fruits. He licked my boobs clean, making my nipples long for his latching.

He paused, and circled around one with his tongue. Teaser! Before I guessed, he planted his lips gulping one nipple and sucked it. He started slowly and them firmer, pulling my nipples with his teeth.

"AAH..." I moaned louder.

I arched my spine, giving him a better access. He switched to the next breast. My clit throbbed like a second heart.

His hand slid down, grazing my stomach. He stopped at my navel under the single layer of my saree. Pushing it aside, he exposed my thick bush. Though I was hairy, I always maintained my pussy clean with regular grooming.

"So hairy..." he muttered and parted it slow to unveil my secrets. His fingers traced my folds. It was damp, swollen and dripping. He felt my folds without entering in.

"Woah! It's big," that was his comment when he found my extra large clit, buried underneath my pubic hair.

'Was he taken aback, scared? Does he love it hairy?' I was lost in thoughts of guessing his preference.

He eased me back, relaxing on the sofa. Brought my hips to the edge and spread my thighs into a wide V. I never had bared my pussy open to anyone like this.

I felt like an open platter of meal for his delight. He knelt on the floor and brought his face inches from my dripping treasure. The sunlight presented my details in high resolution to him.

"It's shiny, and blushing pink, Maya," he complemented my beauty.

I felt shy and proud at the same time.

"This jungle is hindering me, it's okay," he said, brushing the curls aside to get a clearer view. I closed my face with palm. I felt shy like anything, yet sneaky, peeking through my fingers.

He was mesmerized by my pussy, like he saw some goddess.

He kissed my navel first, circling its delicate hollow, like an artist tracing his canvas. He was savouring the saltiness of my sweat, while descending. He followed the trail of my pubic hair from my navel and entered the untamed forest of my pubic hair.

His nose brushed aside the bush, while feeling the musk of my womanhood. He found my hot and wet pussy, leaking a sacred fountain of my own honey already.

Slowly, he leaned in to sniff my scent, adjusting to its nature and planted a kiss on my vertical lips.

"Oh... My... God!" his moustache layered lips sent a unique jolt. His lips nibbled every possible grabs and explored the softness of my labia. He sucked them, drawing more juice out of my pussy like a vintner savouring the sweetest wine.

He found my clit, erect to his swirling. He sucked it the same way he did with my nipples. I pushed his head against my bush, all he could breathe was my scent. He did not stop licking my pussy, till making me loosen my grip.

My hips bucked and thighs quaked, as the intensity surged. I pulled his head back, before he plunged his tongue inside my tunnel.

"I cannot handle the pleasure any more," I begged him to stop, giving me a break. His mouth glistened with my essence. I pulled him up to stand and kneeled.

I pulled his track pants down, and it easily gave up. He was not wearing any inner wear. His cock sprang free. Already erect, easily near eight inches with a pink head. A perfect cock by every sense, not overwhelming. The veins twisted across its length, adding an extra sex appeal to it. I held it and lost in thoughts.

Jignesh's and Guru's cock flashed in my mind. Uninvited. One was a mushroom head and another one was BBC, both were scary. But Sam's dick was adorable and safe to try. No girl would hesitate to taste and devour.

"Hey... how long you gonna stare at it? It won't bite you, Maya," Sam's word brought me back.

I pecked its head with my velvet lips, avoiding the pre-cum. It was warm and hard. He smelled masculine. I wrapped my fingers around it to feel it. I felt the pulse. When I smeared the pre-cum with my thumb, Sam groaned. Couldn't resist, I cupped his balls. I held both of them together in my palm, feeling their weight.

I forgot mention. Unlike me, he was neatly shaved down there and tidy. He, too, maintained it well, leaving only the natural male scent, the kind that drives a woman wild. I got ready to explore a new thing.

My first blowjob.

I started licking from the base to the head. Slow and steady, tasting his flavour. He jerked. Still hesitant to kiss the opening with precum leaking, I focused on the rest of the penis. I licked the underside of the shaft, pulling his foreskin further and moved to his balls. His balls inside the sac, like a soft pouch, escaped my tongue's swirls. I got hold of them by sucking them one by one and both together.

Sam squirmed. I wanted to own him. I made him sit on the sofa and continued my blowjob, sitting comfortably on the floor. I shredded my hesitation and took his bulb inside my mouth. Bit scared that my teeth should not hurt him. I learned instinctively to use my lips to guard his shaft. Then allowed my tongue to roll around his manhood.

"Am I doing it correctly?"

"I don't know. But I am loving it, Maya."

I could not take him inside fully, yet I held the base in my fist and took the rest in my mouth to avoid gagging reflex.

'God, you are sucking him like a pro, Maya'--never thought my first blowjob would flow this smooth, all thanks to those late-night secret porn.

"Slow down. Please... Maya." He slid off the sofa in a clumsy heap and laid on the floor.

I loved the way he moaned my name now and then. But I kept going, stroking his cock at the base, while my mouth engulfed the rest, lubricating with my saliva liberally. He was under my control -- to the fullest.

"Maya... Maya... Please let me go..." he begged.

He twisted, unable to escape my hold. I firmly gripped his base with my hand as well. I locked my mouth on his cock like the hub of a wheel. He started spinning and our bodies pivoting around the cock in my mouth. We stopped when I landed on top of him and his face locked between my thighs.

69! We spun spontaneously. I heard him laughing out loud. He stopped pleading me to release his cock. I thought he found a way to bring me back to his control.

His tongue hit the velvet passage, straight away without fooling around my labias or lips. He plunged deep inside my slit.

"AAA..." I released his cock. Round two of cunnilingus began!

'OMG! He is eating you alive. Taking you under his control, Maya' I screamed inside.

I took his balls again, locking each other with our mouths, like remote controls. Each lick and suck went as a signal and a command. We own the battles alternatively, but nobody won the war that lasted for five minutes, maybe more. We paused for a minute, and continued our foreplay war.

He did the unexpected move, like everything was fair in love and war. A weapon I did not anticipate. He parted my pussy lips with his thumb and index finger, then slid his middle finger deep into my vagina.

"Fuck! This is cheating, Sam!" I screamed.

"Stop me if the cheat code doesn't work," he said while focusing on his exploration.

I lost it the moment his wet finger, touched my unexplored tunnel. My mouth popped off his balls and stood in four as he moved his finger delicately, feeling my softness. Not even a minute, I surrendered as my pussy besought more.

I wanted his cock, not his finger any more. Condom did not cross my mind, just pure sexual urge to experience the first fuck of a cock.

"I need you inside me! Stop playing!" I commanded him.

"Shall we move to the bed?" Sam asked.

"No... I want it right here," I turned around to fuck on top of him.

Not even in my wild dreams I thought I would fuck Sam right on his living room. I spread my thighs, positioned his upright cock hovering at my entrance. I adjusted my pussy lips, letting it kiss his cock head twice to ensure the angle was correct.

"Wait..." I spit some saliva and lubed his cock one last time, "First time, so do it slow," I insisted.

I pressed down, not entering, just teasing his bulb. I sank slowly, feeling the stretch of my pussy. I was ready to swallow his cock, like Riya took in Guru's cock.

'Here is my cock', I thought I would boast later.

His head entered me, almost an inch. I pushed back and forth, just fucking his penis bulb.

"I am ready now..." I said, getting ready for the final push to send in seven more inches. Barely another inch went in...

The fucking doorbell shattered everything!

My heart lurched, our pleasure turned into a panic. If someone opened the door right now, the intruder would see a sex scene: Maya sitting stark naked on Sam with glistening pussy nudged by a cock. What if it is the intruder was Jignesh? He could enjoy seeing my bushy pussy, free boobs and sitting on squatting position over his brother's penis.

The room reeked of our sex juices and mango juice. My saree, blouse, bra, and petticoat were discarded in a heap. They would confess what happened in the room.

While I was lost in tremor of being caught in the act, Sam reacted quickly.

"Dress up!"

He searched for his track pants and t-shirt. I scrambled to find my panties, petticoat and wore them first. Sam found my blouse and threw it.

"The bra?"

The doorbell rang again twice.

"Forget it!"

I wore the blouse without the bra, fumbling the hooks -- wrong and crooked. My nipples were obviously visible without a bra.

'Manage it with the saree! Idiot!' I heard a scream inside my head.

I wrapped the saree, still sloppy with messy pleats. The mango juice's dampness made it sticking sheer at my pally, revealing my blouse. I looked like a drenched record dancer. Leaving no time to adjust, I found my bra on the sofa. I grabbed it and stuffed into the pyjama bag that I had brought to return to Sam.

Sam already yanked up his t-shirt and track pants, with a tent visible.

"Look at that," I pointed him, laughing amidst the chaos.

"Shit!" He managed to tuck it under the elastic waist band.

Sam checked everything once and walked to the door as it opened from the outside. The hidden spare key in the shoe rack! Lucky the idiot, whomsoever, had not used it earlier.

Jignesh stepped in. Every one frozen. Sam did not expect his brother so soon. I was in shock and disgust to see him. For Jignesh, it could be a pleasant surprise, seeing me in a messy, dishevelled saree and faint view of blouse ajar and traces of my body through the sheer wetness.

"Whoa!" Jignesh exclaimed with a smirk. "Maya... what happened?"

"Hi Jigs, just now I reached. Isn't it too hot out there," I forced a smile, conveying that I was sweating profusely.

"Yes it is too hot," he said looking at me from head to toe, sending a jolt of embarrassment in me. He continued, "Looks like you wrestled and anaconda in mud."

He noticed the yellow traces of the mango juice.

"She spilled the juice, Jigs. You said you will be coming tomorrow?" Sam cut the talk.

I used the moment of diversion to adjust my pallu.

"Done with my work. Is there any work in progress here?" he teased Sam as his cock escaped the waist band and forming a tent again.

"Hey Sam, here is your pyjama. Leena is waiting for me. Catch you guys later," I cooked up to escape the further embarrassment. I knew Jigs would not stop digging into the matter.

"Bye, Sam. Bye Jigs." I walked out swiftly handing over the bag to Sam.

Every step, undid my saree's tugs, and it was all messy when I rushed down the stairs. I looked around, finding no one in the basement, I tugged the saree tighter, refolding the pleats and did my level best to get a proper look. Still, I looked like a cheap record dancer.

To my shock, the same auto driver waited near the basement.

'Is he stalking?' I doubted.

"Want auto, madam?" he asked.

It was day time, so I gathered my courage, as I always carry a pepper spray. I got into his auto.

"Same location," I said.

"Okay, ma'am" he said adjusting his rearview mirror to watch me.

Surely he was stalking me, I confirmed. I travelled with fear, but he did nothing but looking at me occasionally and dropped me safely at my place.

"Madam, check your dressing properly before leaving the house. The city is not safe. Consider me as your brother," he advised.

I nodded and walked to my house. I rang the doorbell as it was latched inside. Waiting for Leena, allowed me some breathing space to rebound myself.

Somewhat relaxed, yet my body screamed at me for denying. I felt an ache in-between my thighs. Like a river failed to reach the ocean, I found my wetness dripping unanswered. My mind stuck on that moment--on the cock I didn't get to ride.

'Next time! Finish the fuck what you have started, Maya!' I swore.

--- (To be continued)