Previous Part: Behind the Back – The Night, She Was Mine
Hey, it’s me, Darth Buddha, back with the next part of the story. After that sexy night in Kumta owning Nidhi, my hot fair girlfriend, I’ve got more to spill. Part 1 was just the warm-up. This is where things get complicated.
Those who have read the first part have now figured it out. I had an eye for Sanya, and for certain, she had one for me, too. At the beach, she kept sneaking looks when she thought no one saw, her eyes lingering. She acted cool, but I saw through it.
These girls shared everything: size, timing, style, and all the dirty details. And after that night, I bet Sanya heard enough to know what I was about. The other girls in the group were shy about sex but not Sanya. She acted sweet and quiet, but I knew she was wild at heart.
She stood at 5’4″, with fair skin and facial and body features that always reminded me of Nithya Menen, except with an even fuller, curvier figure. And her rack? Easily a 36C, from what I had seen.
After the beach, we headed to a cafe near Gokarna for lunch. The sun was blazing, a salty breeze was hitting us, and the group was still buzzing. Nidhi stayed close. Her fair skin glowing, that red bikini swapped for a loose crop top, showing off her hot navel, my bite marks visible on her neck.
I was half-hard and proud just looking at her. She was all over me, giggling, brushing her fingers on my face, still my sexy little slut from last night. While we were waiting for the ferry, Arjun started acting up. He was snapping at Sanya over some dumb stuff, his voice grating.
She stood there in a loose shirt, with hickeys on her neck, taking it all in. I didn’t say anything, just stared at him, cold, until he backed off. Sanya saw me, her eyes meeting mine as she felt it. I looked at her a second longer, then turned away. Arjun wasn’t worth it.
We settled in, with me right across from Sanya. She barely talked, acting busy with her food, but I caught her stealing quick, sneaky looks, enough to know she was on me. Nidhi leaned over, brushing at my face again, all sweet and clueless, her crop top riding up, that navel teasing me.
I could’ve fucked her right there. Sanya’s grip tightened on her fork, something hot in her eyes. The ferry ride back was quiet, the group half-asleep. But Sanya’s eyes kept finding mine, that smirk playing on her lips.
Back at the Airbnb, sun blazing, they all crashed for a nap. Nidhi, too, sprawled out, still marked up, my slut through and through. I couldn’t sleep, so I sat outside in the portico, scrolling through my phone and listening to the calm waves.
Soon enough, Sanya slipped out a few minutes later. She pretended to stretch, her shirt slipping off her shoulder, glancing at me before heading toward the backyard. I followed. “Not sleepy?” I asked casually. “Too much energy,” she said, voice low.
We stood there, air heavy, words hanging. I tossed out, “Sorry for that ferry thing.” She smirked, “That was something.” I shrugged, “Didn’t like him yelling at you.” Her smirk dropped just for a second, catching her off guard. Then it was back, that teasing glint.
With a smirk on my face, I asked playfully, voice down, “Sounded like you had fun last night.” She tilted her head, “You heard?” Did she bite her lip, a nervous habit, or just a tease?
“And you? Sounded like you were having fun too.” I leaned in slightly and replied, “I still had energy left, though.” Her breath hitched for a fraction of a second before she chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re trouble,” she laughed, shaking her head, but her eyes said she liked it.
Before I could push further, we heard footsteps. Nidhi. Sanya stepped back instantly, the moment gone. “Hey! What are you guys doing?” Nidhi asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
“Just getting some fresh air,” I replied smoothly. Sanya turned to Nidhi, stretching lazily. “I was about to head in. See you guys in the evening.” And with that, she walked off, throwing me one last look over her shoulder.
That night, bottles opened, alcohol poured, and joints burned. The air grew thick and hazy; talk slowed, bodies shifted closer, and tension simmered. We swapped old college stories, shared dumb moments, and laughed through it all.
Nidhi curled against me, head on my shoulder, swaying to the music, tipsy. Her fingers were on my chest, whispering sweet, drunken nonsense into my ear. I let her words wash over me, rolling a joint with slow, practised ease.
Arjun sat by Sanya at the patio edge, whiskey in hand. Her damp hair stuck to her neck. Her shirt slipped off her shoulder, exposing the soft curve beneath. She stayed quiet, watching, her eyes hitting mine now and then just for a second. Just long enough to mean something.
As the night dragged on, people faded, booze and smoke weighing them down, slipping off to their rooms. Nidhi clung to me, her body warm and lazy against mine. “Bed?” she murmured, her lips brushing against my jaw. I smiled, running my fingers through her hair.
“In a bit. Need some air.” She pouted but nodded, pressing a lingering kiss to my cheek before disappearing inside.
Arjun grabbed my joint and headed to his room with our issue settled. That just left the four of us, me, Sanya, Caro, on the bench, and Ravi trying to get her up. Something was going on there, but I didn’t care.
Sanya and I stayed back to clean up. She nudged me, smirking. “Still got energy?” I smirked back. “Plenty.” She rolled her eyes, brushing back her hair, but I caught the hint of amusement in her gaze.
The place cleared. I grabbed my glass, poured the last whiskey, and headed for the beach. The night isn’t over yet!
“Leaving?” she asked.
“Just for a bit,” I said, raising my drink. “Join if you want.”
She paused, “Too tired,” but her eyes said something different.
I walked to the waves, barefoot on the beach, whiskey in hand, joint burning.
Thought I’d be alone, but then I felt a shadow following me. I turned, and it was Sanya. I smirked, sipping slowly. “Sure you’re not too tired?” I glanced over. Sanya stood there, arms crossed, moonlight on her skin, curves tight.
“Thought I’d get some air,” she said. We stood there, waves rolling, quiet but heavy. I held out my glass. She took it, fingers brushing mine, drank slowly, lips on the rim, smirking at me. “Not bad,” she muttered, handing it back. I took it, tasting where she’d been, feeling the night turn.
I joked, “Am I trouble?”
She looked at me, confused. “What?”
I grinned, leaning closer. “This afternoon, you didn’t finish. Said something about me being trouble.”
She smirked, tilting her head, her eyes sparkling under the moonlight. “Oh, that?”
I took a slow sip of my whiskey, letting the silence hang thick and heavy. “Just wondering if you meant it.”
She laughed softly, her voice low and teasing. “Maybe I did.” The air felt charged. The night, the drinks, and the beach made it an intense experience.
I stepped closer, testing her, my voice dropping. “So, am I trouble?”
She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes flicked to my lips, then back up, holding mine. “Depends.”
“On what?” I pushed.
She took a deep breath, her lips curling into a naughty smile. “On if you can handle trouble.”
I moved closer, our bodies almost touching. “Would you?”
Her eyes flashed, bold and ready. “Maybe I like a little trouble, or maybe I am a little trouble myself,” she said, letting me know she was playing this game now.
I smirked. “That makes two of us.”
She didn’t step back. I didn’t either. My fingers brushed hers, sending a spark through me. We walked away from the Airbnb lights, deeper into the dark, where only fishing boat lights blinked far off.
“Should I be worried?” I teased, keeping my voice low.
She smirked, her lips wet from the whiskey. “Are you?”
I stepped closer, feeling the warmth of her body. “Not really.”
My hand brushed hers again. She didn’t pull away, her fingers lingering, touching mine lightly, getting me hard. As we reached the parked boats, she stopped, her eyes hungry, locked on mine.
I knew that was it. I gulped down the last of my whiskey, tossed the glass aside, pushed her against the boat, and grabbed her hips tight. She grabbed my shirt, her fingers digging in, and pulled me in hard.
Her lips hit mine, hot and rough, tasting of whiskey and her. I don’t know what came over us, whether the drinks or the weed. We just let it go and flow out. Her fingers gripped my shirt tightly. I grabbed her waist and face, kissing her hard, messy, all tongue.
We kissed for around five minutes, her body against mine, soft gasps between kisses. I lifted her, her legs wrapping around me as we kept kissing. But we stumbled, falling on the sand. It was cool and stuck to us.
We got up laughing, brushing sand off, and that’s when we noticed Caro and Ravi by the Airbnb, kissing hard, his hands all over her. Sanya grabbed my wrist, pulled me away, and led me to a parked boat down the beach, tucked in the dark.
We climbed in, crawling over the edge, and hid lying on some nets inside. It smelled like the sea, salty and raw, the nets rough under us.
Both lying next to each other, she turned, panting, her eyes wild. “This is risky,” she whispered, but her voice screamed she was all in. I pressed her down against the nets, my hands on her hips. “You’re still here,” I teased.
She grabbed my shoulder, pulling me closer. “Shut up,” she said, crashing her lips into mine again, hungry. Her hands clawed my back, sliding up to my shoulders, my dick pressing hard against her through my shorts. I unbuttoned her shorts and pushed her panties down just past her thighs.
Kissing her hips, tasting her skin, then going lower, my tongue on her bare pussy, soaked from her. I sucked and flicked, tasting her sweet, salty juices mixed with sweat. She grabbed my hair, moaning softly, the waves and sea smell hiding her sounds.
Her legs shook, hips lifting, that slutty hunger taking over. I licked deeper, making her pant and drip, her moans louder, “Fuck, don’t stop,” she whispered. She pushed me back, out of breath, eyes locked on my bulge. “My turn,” she said, horny as hell, yanking my shorts down just enough.
My 7incher dick sprang out. Her eyes went wide. “Fuck, it’s big,” she said, licking her lips, then dove in. Her mouth was hot and wet, sucking messy spit dripping down my shaft as she bobbed, gagging but loving it. She took me deep, tongue swirling, hands gripping my thighs, moaning like a slut on my dick.
I grabbed her hair, guiding her, grunting as she worked me hard, her lips stretched, eyes wet. She pulled off, smirking, “So that’s what Nidhi tastes like,” spit on her chin. I winked, “You like it,” and pinched her nipple hard through her shirt.
Her full, round boobs spilling against the fabric, nipples stiff and begging. She gasped, moaning, then deepthroated me, making “gluck-gluck” choking sounds, gagging loud. I twisted her other nipple, her throat squeezing tight, “gawk-gawk” noises pushing me close.
She pulled back, panting, eyes desperate. “Fuck me, dude,” she begged, voice raw and rubbing her pussy. I was like nope, I don’t have the condoms. She wasn’t in the mood for a no. She didn’t care about raw, just told me not to come in.
“You know, it’s risky now,” I said, panting.
She looked at me, “What do you think this is, Mr cheater?”
I shoved my cock in her mouth and pushed her head and gagged her, and slapped her. “If I am a cheater, what are you, a whore?”
She looked at me, panting and smiling, slowly licking the head, with spit all over her chin, “Yes, I can be whatever you want me to be. Just Fuck Me, please.”
“Come up and lie on your boobs like a good girl, you bitch,” I told her. She obeyed, sliding her shorts and panties further down her thighs, lying flat. Her boobs pressed against the rough nets, ass up just enough. I pulled my shorts down more, spit on my hand, slicked her pussy.
I slid my cock in slow, raw, feeling her tight grip. She moaned, muffled by the nets, as I pounded her, grinding deep and slow, each thrust heavy, from behind. We kissed in between, lips messy, tongues deep, her soft gasps mixing with mine.
For ten minutes, I fucked her like that, raw and steady, her nails scraping the nets, her pussy clenching tight. “Keep going,” she whispered, her slutty side out, loving it. I grinded deeper, kissing her neck.
Just before I could climax, we heard a rustle nearby that snapped us out of it. We froze, our hearts pounding, and scooted slowly and quietly. We put on our clothes carefully and climbed out slowly, brushing sand and net fibres off.
By her room, we kissed long and hard, tongues messy, her body tight against mine, leaving me aching. “Later,” she whispered, slipping inside.
I went to my room, still horny as hell. Nidhi was asleep, my slut ready for me. I pulled her shorts and panties off, climbed on top, spit on her pussy, and fucked her hard, deep thrusts, with her friend’s pussy scent still around my dick. She woke up moaning, legs wrapping around me.
I didn’t care about soft stuff. I just pounded to kill the heat, no finish. Next door, I heard Sanya’s moans, Arjun’s grunting, bed creaking. She was fucking him, too, letting it out like me. We both knew this was just a break.
I know this was long, but I can’t just jump in without the buildup. Hope you liked it. Tell me what you think. See you soon with the next part. Reach out to me at [email protected].