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My Story (Part 25) by Sharmila Sanyal

"I waited and waited for a bus, and then gave up," she explained while closing the doors and bolting them from inside, "I will have to spend the night here." It was a very matter of fact way that she said it and it wouldn't — not any other night — cause much problem.  That night was certainly different. 

"I thought you were going to walk back?" I couldn't help saying; and perhaps my disappointment at having to contend with a third person in the flat brought a sharpness to my voice, for she looked at me and paused.

"I...I...felt a little tired and..." she stuttered with apparent embarrassment as she tried to size up the situation.

"That's just all right, Promila," Debi was heard from her room, "Go take a shower and eat."

"I will warm up the food," I said while you shower.

"No, no, I am not very hungry," Promila tried to make us feel comfortable, "Perhaps I should get going, anyway."

"Nonsense, Promila," it was my turn to make light of the situation.  I tried to calm myself.  My throbbing cunt was still dripping and I wondered if the flow would be visible to Promila if she cared to look at my legs.  "Go, take a shower while I warm up your food," I repeated. 

      I went into the kitchen and lit the Primus.  The rice, fresh from that evening, was still sitting on the dining table.  I opened the fridge and the cold air, mixed with a medley of smells from the food inside, swept over my face in a vain attempt to cool my body down.  As I took out the "daal" and the fish curry, I remembered again about that night when Promila found me masturbating in my sleep.  I felt my earlobes get warm as a tableau flashed through my mind.  My cunt throbbed again.

"You didn't have to do all that for me, Sharmi-di," I heard Promila's voice from behind me as I was stirring the "daal" on the stove.  I turned my head and saw her standing in the doorway to our kitchen. 

      She was wearing her long "maxi" for the night.  Since she had had to spend some nights at our flat, some of her clothing and toiletries were there.  I couldn't help but notice her statuesque figure again.  The loose-fitting "maxi" that hung down to her ankles, did the job of hiding her very sexy figure much better than what my attire afforded mine.  Yet, the way the fabric draped her body, flowing down from her firm yet ample breasts like a casual waterfall, suggested an invitingly carnal mystery. 

"No bother," I cleared my throat and said, "this way it will be faster; and, I have an early class tomorrow."

"I will do the rest," she stepped in and stood beside me by the stove, "you go to bed."

'God!  Only if she knew what she interrupted!' I thought to myself.  She smelled fresh, the mild scent of the soap still lingering about her.  My cunt throbbed.  I wondered if Debi had fallen asleep again. 

"Yes...I mean...okay..." I glanced sideways at her.  She was looking at me quite intently.  Her eyes shifted from my face to my legs and then to my face again.  I thought I saw her look at my garb with some interest.  Perhaps she was trying to resolve the issue of seeing Debi and me together that evening and the fact that I was standing there in the kitchen not in the most modest of attires. 

My cunt throbbed. 

"I will go sleep in Debi's room and you can sleep in mine," I said with a very conscious effort on my part to sound casual.  It was not the most brilliant of plans to deflect her speculations about Debi's bed and me; for she would be sleeping on the floor no matter where she slept.  Furthermore, she knew that Debi and I shared the same bed from time to time and, prior to that evening, I had absolutely no reason to be actively seeking to blunt her curiosity about it.  I was too aroused to feel stupid about all that.  I needed to get out of my gown and feel Debi's nakedness along the length of my burning body. 

"You...? Okay" was all that Promila could manage out of her stupefaction.  I had never had the occasion to give up my room for her with such ado, for I don't remember ever spending the night with Debi while Promila stayed over. 

She didn't say "Oh, no, you don't have to" or any such thing, but I wasn't paying attention to any logistics of the arrangement.  Instead all that she said was "You...? Okay".  Somewhere at the back of my mind I knew that she knew.

My cunt throbbed. 

"Okay then, I am going to bed," I said as I headed towards the bathroom.  I struggled to keep my fingers from touching myself between my legs where the little nub of flesh felt like it was about to burst.  As I washed myself in preparation for Debi's mouth, the cold water sent sparks up my torso and into my nipples.  

My nipples!  I looked down at my breasts and realized then that Promila was actually looking at my breasts!  The outlines of my distended nipples were quite prominently displayed through the fabric. 

My cunt throbbed. 

      I dared not take a towel between my legs to wipe the water off down there.  Carefully wiping the inside of my thighs, I came out of the bathroom. 

"Okay then?" I looked at Promila sitting at the table and eating "daal" with rice.

"Hmmm," she looked up at me and nodded with her mouth full.  The clock at the nearby Cathedral sounded eleven times as I went into Debi's room and closed the door behind me. 

      As I climbed up on the bed I heard Debi mumble something in her sleep.  I got out of my robe and under the sheet that Debi had pulled over herself.  I felt my skin against her bare thighs as I put one of mine across hers.  Debi shifted and turned her face toward me as my wetness against her skin woke her up partially.  I kissed her. 

"Where's Promila?" she murmured.

"Eating," I replied and started caressing her breasts.  My fingers lightly touched her soft nipples and she moaned as they grew and stiffened in no time.  I moved my buttocks back and detached my cunt from her skin.  I was afraid that her shifting would bring to end that which I had been so carefully saving for a long and gentle session of the most intense kind. 

"You are not going to go to sleep on me now," I warned her, "I want us to do it tonight."

"I know," she responded by trying to push up against my cunt with her thigh, "I know you're terribly horny tonight."

"Aaaah...don't" I sat up on the bed to avoid being touched by her between my legs, "I am just too damn hot there."

"Heheheh..." she giggled lightly and threw the sheet away.  Spread-eagled, she presented her half-naked form, in its exquisite beauty, for my feast — visual and oral.

"Let me eat you first," I said as I stooped down on her in all fours and planted my eager mouth on her mons.  I rubbed my nose against her closely cropped triangle and licked at the base of her clit.  She moaned and closed her thighs on my head.  I liked her aroma.  I liked it just too much to wait.  I wanted to drink her juices, and I wanted to suck on her clitty, and I wanted to immerse my face in her flow.  "Mmmmmm....  slurp, slurp, slurp," I went right to work.

"Ahhhhhhnnnnng" I heard the faint groan from my cousin; her thighs were still pressed against my ears.  I couldn't care less at that moment.  I was beyond any modesty, as the muscles of my lower belly tightened up in excitement.  I didn't worry if Promila - sitting just on the other side of the door - heard us.  To be honest, I am not actually sure if I ever really gave any thought to her hearing us. 

"Do you like it?" she asked as I licked my lips, "do you like eating my 'nunu'?" That generic term from her indicated her level of excitement.  That was as far as she could go mostly; and rarely have I heard her using anything more. 

      Debi had to use all her strength to push and shove in order to stop me from bringing herself to a climax already.  I was lying across her, nipples to nipples, thighs to thighs, after she had pulled me on top of her.  I could almost feel my juices flowing down and over her eager sex, her pussy lips folded apart invitingly for a tongue — or something. 

"I love it, Moni-di," I replied coyly, "Do you want to eat my cunt now?"

"My God, Sharmi!" Debi's voice betrayed her amusement at the intensity of my arousal, "what made you so hot tonight? But of course, I want to eat you too. And let's eat each other, what do you say?"

"Sure, Moni-di," I rolled off her and presented myself to her in all my natural glory, "take me now, please, fuck me with your tongue, Moni-di." Quite involuntarily, I am sure, I was not whispering anymore.  My voice was as loud as it would be any other night.  I have never been as loud as Debi during sex, but I hardly have been inaudible.  In the years to follow, long after we both had moved out of that flat, we wondered and joked about the effect that our undoubtedly obvious sounds of pleasure might have had on our erstwhile neighbor, who, despite having lived in that flat beside ours for several years, rarely exchanged even the most rudimentary of niceties with us. 

"Before that, I have to go to the bathroom, you imp!" Debi said, "It's been too long already." I understood.  I waited patiently as Debi dressed back up in her nightdress, opened the door and exited. 

I wiped my womanhood with the palm of my hand and gently inserted two fingers.  As they slid in and out in slow deliberate rhythm, I closed my eyes and lost myself in my own fantasy land.  In and out my fingers moved, taking extra care to avoid the clit that was almost bursting in anticipation.

I am not sure how long I was doing it, but after some time I had this feeling that I was being watched.  It reminded me of the voyeuristic pleasure that I had afforded our maid several nights ago.  The muscles in my abdomen tightened and my pussy gasped with threatening intensity.  I withdrew my hand from where it had been engaged and opened my eyes into the freakish green of Debi’s room. 

"What!" I almost screamed in disbelief.  There, right beside the bed, stood Debi and Promila. 

"We were enjoying," said Debi with a devilish glitter of her perfect teeth.

"But..." and that was all I could verbalize at that moment.  I was looking at Promila, who stood a little behind Debi in her maxi.  She clutched the front of her dress with both hands and seemed to have her gaze fixed at the floor.

"I found her doing it in your room," Debi elaborated, "I thought 'why not', and startled her by going in."

"I...I...I was very hot, Sharmi-di," Promila still couldn't look at my naked form on the bed as she spoke, "You know...I was thinking of the other night...and..."

"So, what now?" I asked. 

"I thought it will be more fun if she joined us," Debi was already on the bed beside me as she invited Promila to climb aboard.  "Take the maxi off, Promi," she urged our maid.

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End Part 25 (to be continued)