Thanks to all for giving a positive response and so much love for my last series, Forbidden Discoveries.
Here’s a story of one of my friends. She’s not comfortable revealing her identity, so I’m publishing her story with full permission.
Greetings, dear friends, my name is Sonu. I am twenty-seven years old, fair-skinned, and I live in a small town. My measurements are 32-30-38 and this is my honest-to-goodness lesbian story.
It had been raining since morning, gently falling and not in any hurry, tapping against my window as if it were some lovers. The outdoor air smelled of moist soil, and the sky was that soft ash colour. I was relaxing in my room, mindlessly looking at my phone, when the thought of Nisha came to me.
“Nisha,” just saying her name in my mind stirred the whole of my insides. We had first met years ago in college. I remember her being a few years older than I was; she was cool, quietly magnetic and nothing like any of my friends. I was drawn to her in some way, long before we ever spent time together.
She didn’t talk about guys much. She actually once told me that she didn’t care for them. That statement didn’t leave my mind for weeks and created a notion in me that I dared not name at the time.
As the summer drew to a close, our playful flirtations morphed into long walks, confessions, and stolen glances. That lasted no less than seconds longer than they were supposed to. Then one day, it was like a dam had burst.
And from that point on, we found ourselves back in each other’s arms whenever there was an opportunity.
On this July afternoon, it was almost as though the weather was on our side. I dialled her number and she picked up after only two rings.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I attempted to sound casual.
“Nothing,” she responded, “just doing some chores. No one is home today.”
I grinned into the phone. “And you did not incline that you should let me know? You know how rarely opportunities like that come along.”
She laughed; it was light and full and beautiful. I smiled again.
“I was just about to call you. Come over, Sonu.”
That was all the encouragement I needed.
Fifteen minutes later, I was standing at her gate, with drops of rain still in my hair and on the bottom of my kurti. She opened the door in a pair of comfy faded-out shorts, a t-shirt that was loose, hair up, skin shining from the humidity. She looked like sheer temptation in such simple attire.
I came across the threshold of her front door, and I put my arms around her. Her body was warm on mine, and before I could think or stop myself, my lips found hers in a quick little kiss like a kid would do.
“Finish your work, my dear Nisha Rani,” I whispered into her cheek.
“Give me 10 minutes, I’ll just take a shower,” she smiled back.
When she was behind her bathroom door, I stepped into her bedroom and turned on her laptop. I paused at the laptop, considering the best word to use and typed “lesbian” into her Google search bar.
I didn’t need to watch any videos that might be available. The thumbnails alone were making me feel anxious and hinted at what was to come.
About 15 minutes later, the bathroom door opened. And there she was — wrapped in a fluffy towel, water dripping down her neck, rolling across her collarbone. I couldn’t help myself. Two steps, and I was in front of her, pulling at the towel until it let loose in my hands.
She laughed lightly and said, “At least let me get dressed!”
I sat back, my eyes roamed over her bare skin, I would remember the feel of her smooth curves, even the flow of her hips, I would keep for my own.
“Go ahead,” I whispered, “I will just watch.”
She put on her clothes – slowly; I could tell she was toying with me. After she was dressed, she left for the kitchen and returned with two glasses of cold sherbet. We sat side by side, quietly eating, the air thick with unspoken something.
“So…” I said as I traced a fingertip around the rim of my glass, “is there anyone else coming today? For… company?”
She sighed and nodded knowingly.
“What’s the holdup?” I whispered.
The playfulness shifted into something much more serious. And then she stood up and checked the doors and windows. She sat back down and locked her door, then used a little bit of room freshener before taking one last look around as she turned to me.
As soon as she was within an arm’s reach, I stood up and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her neck and tasted the saltiness of her skin. She sighed, and her fingers began to explore my back, pulling me towards her slowly.
She tugged at my T-shirt, pulling it up and over my head as her lips kissed their way down my naked shoulders. I unbuttoned and dropped my jeans and, even as heat raced through my body. “Uff”, I whispered, “now it’s your turn.”
She laughed. “You’re going to take off your clothes anyway—you can’t expect me to keep mine on,” then flicked her finger at my bra strap.
Before I knew it, we were down to a mere remembrance of our clothes on the ground beneath us. We stood in front of each other naked and taking in the moment. I can’t believe I actually went to this level.
Our mouths connected again, only now the kiss progressed from casual to serious at an unprecedented rate— not a frantic pace, rather an eagerness. Her lips were soft and bore a high degree of confidence. I answered in kind, slowly dragging my tongue along hers.
I groped her boobs with my hands as well as every other significant place as my thumbs swept over her already extremely hard nipples. She looked beautiful like this – vulnerable, raw, and all mine to touch and all mine to experience.
After failing to explore every erogenous zone, I dipped down and took one of her nipples into my mouth and began gently sucking as my fingers creased downward, teasing her folds. She was warm and sliding against me, gasping, holding her breath as I moved and my fingers buried deeper inside of her.
Her hands slid with ease to my hips and pulled me in an unspoken sense to bring me closer. When I could feel the strain on my knees from standing, I carefully pushed her back onto the bed. She watched as I settled myself back in between her thighs.
I could smell her arousal, musky sweet. I kissed up her inner thighs and buried my mouth in her core and savoured every curve upon my tongue. As she lay beneath me, her hips were involuntarily rising in my embrace.
She let out the faintest moan of “Yes… just like that,” as she sighed and impelled me to keep going.
I took my time, enjoying my flavour, moving in slow circles around her clit, and then glancing it lightly with my tongue. She gasped, and her fingers scrunched my hair.
When she trembled beneath me, waves of release rolling over her, pure joy enveloped my entire being. She pulled me up, her mouth hungrily found mine, and shifted us back to where we first started.
With her mouth now, warm and insistent against my mouth, I couldn’t help myself and moaned as her magic sucked softly and her strokes were cash. My body tightened, and then melted. I let myself go into her and cried out in my other wave of pleasure.
I had only enough time to share a morsel of chocolate (I brought some to share with her). Our lips just barely brushed to share it. But we weren’t done.
She put me on all fours. I felt the cool silicone of the dildo against me before she started pushing it in, and the rhythm built over time.
She started slow and built with each thrust, making me shiver. I dug my fingernails into the sheets until I lost feeling in my fingers.
Later, she stood with one leg resting against a dining chair. I took her from the front, pushed the toy in her while kissing her deeply. Once again, her breaths were quicker, her body tensed. Once again, relief arose as she let a sigh of satisfaction escape her lips.
After I finally came down from my mountain top high, we lay tangled together on the bed in each other’s arms. With our skin barely dry from our sweaty workout, I lay on top of her with my breasts on her breasts and could feel her steady heartbeat below me.
She kissed me most languidly, and her hands stroked my back the more we kissed. As she rolled over to give it to me again, I had to taste her again from behind, holding her beautiful, full hips. She laughed, saying I was relentless and I had worn her out.
We took our time dressing, still touching and softly kissing. I was putting it off as long as possible, and really did not want to go back out into the downpour. Eventually, I got myself packed up.
When I left, she was leaning in the doorway, hair down, draped around her head, her eyes glowing. “Come again soon,” she said. I grinned, feeling her beautiful body still on and over me, “You know I will.”
It was still pouring rain. However, inside her, that fire from just two hours ago was still smouldering, and it surely did not have to be the last time.
Credit Line for Publication: Translated from Hindi and adapted for publication by Pallavi. Original story provided with the author’s consent. Names, locations, and certain details have been changed to protect identities.
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