Preet Vihar to Millenum City Centre is a long commute, every by metro. Prajakta, a fair, dark eyed, skinny girl who attracts all kinds of wanted and unwanted male gazes. From smartly folding her skirt up during high school to wearing her beloved cropped tops with her ornamented belly button, she was confident in her skin and had mastered the art of basking in the attention and simultaneously ignoring creepy eyes. But what she actually enjoyed the most about it all, is how she could turn heads when she stepped into the womens compartment of the metro. Making sure to take confident steps everytime she entered, she pretended to be lost in her own world of music playing in her skullcandy headphones. One would think that she is listening to jazz, or perhaps some rock music. Turns out, its silent. Prajakta pauses her audiobook before entering the train, to notice peoples eyes as they go up and down. Some glance at her and turn away, some eyes stick around for a few milliseconds longer. Her peripheral vision catches it all while she stares out the glass standing right by the door. She prefers that spot, she doesn’t like being in close proximity with other people. She stays afar, an invisible boundary of half a feet around her.
The door opens and the older lady stares straight down her neckline as she walks by. Prajakta chuckles and grins her teeth at the same time but all in her head, no expression on her face. With that poker face, she would have definitely made magazine covers.
A man talks. Mentions his hand landing swiftly on his womans ass leaving a red circle that would sting like a burn wound. Then he proudly mentions the next spank landing at the same spot but harder, the woman unable to hold it in, she squeals. But, a man? In the womens compatrment? Talking such filth so openly? Well, it’s just her audiobook. Between the waistband of her ripped denims and her peacock green, full-sleeved crop top, her midriff is all on show, except when it comes to the butterflies inside her stomach as her favorite character describes his love making in grave detail. Or perhaps there are no butterflies, she reads through smuts like they are bland news articles.
Her engaging session of staring blankly out the train windows comes to a halt when she notices a girl standing across from her right by the door who is lost in her phone scrolling or perhaps texting. Prajakta notices how perfectly the girls eye liner is done, her foundation blends with her skin so well and her lipstick, not too bright neither too boring. Prajakta seems impressed. With that amount of effort at 9 a.m. for college? It’s worth a little appreciation.
She notices the same girl thrice on the same route on different days that week. She finds out her name is Sharvari after some initial small talk and they exchange numbers. One night, Sharvari sends Prajakta a picture. It a picture of Prajakta standing in the same way by the gates of the train wearing brown formal pants and white top and as usual, zoned out.
Prajakta – When did you take this?
Sharvari – Ah just one day baby, don’t worry about it.
Prajakta – So you are secretly taking my pictures?
Sharvari – I liked your fit so I saved it for future reference. Can I not?
Prajakta – Hahaha. Stupid!
Sharvari – Stupid? Alright. No beer plans then.
Prajakta – What beer plan?
Sharvari – I thought we could hang out this weekend.
Prajakta – I’m in.
Sharvari – That was easy!
Prajakta – Oh darling, easy for you, hard for others!
Sharvari – Well you better look stunning and make my dick hard, understand?
Prajakta – Hahaha. Stupid!
Sharvari – *sends a tongue emoji*
Prajakta decides to stun Sharvari, so she chooses to wear a black top that is backless and picks her favorite black bralette with a butterfly design at the back. She knows how to get her girl excited. Sharvari shows up in white jeans and pink sleeveless top with a frill shoulder. They hug and Sharvari slips a feel of her back. Feeling the bare skin, she gasps and slides her hands further. “Turn around”, Sharvari demands. Prajakta moves her hair to one side and Sharvari is stunned and impressed. She did not expect the surprise. They walk around CP, unable to locate the bar they planned to go to. “Aise andhere me apan chal rahe hai jaise koi khauf hi nahi hai” (We’re walking in the this dark alley as if we have nothing to fear), says Sharvari.
Prajakta – Khauf toh ab tujhse hai mujhe jaise tu ghoor rahi hai mujhe (With you staring at me like that, it’s you I should fear).
Sharvari – Tu lagti hi maal hai kaise na dekhu? (You’re so stunning, how can i not stare?)
Prajakta – Dekhle tu jee bhar k, hath toh koi launda hi laga jayega. (Stare all you can, afterall it’s gonna be a man who puts his hands on me)
Sharvari squeezes Prajakta’s right breast and says – Laga diya hath (Touched you)
Prajakta brushes Sharvari’s hand away feeling both ashamed and naughty by her action.
Prajakta – Badi besharam hai, sadak hai ye! (What shameless behaviour, we’re on the street!)
Sharvari presses her other boob and says – Toh kya baby, why should men have all the fun? (So what baby, why should men have all the fun?)
Prajakta – Hahah chup kar ja ab.(Okay shut up now)
Sharvari – Okay, there it is. Finally.
They find their cafe and grab their beers. Flirting continuously. Sharvari is the one who gets high first. Down two beers, she is laughing loudly and touching Prajakta in all the inappropriate ways. Prajakta who is also half tipsy doesn’t mind at all. She tells Sharvari that she has a surprise for her. Sharvari’s attention gets focused on Prajakta. “Watch me”, says Prajakta.
Prajakta stared into Sharvari’s eyes as she boldly removes her top revealing her upperbody that is well carved by god himself and is only now decorated with her black bralette. Sharvari bites her lip giving away her thoughts in the easiest way. While Prajakta, confident, basking in the hot attention from the males around the bar.
Sharvari – I am wet right now!!
Prajakta – But you said your dick would get hard.
Sharvari – If I had one, it would be inside you.
Prajakta – I believe you have a tongue.
Sharvari bites her lip again. Unable to hide her emotions from Prajakta’s bold moves and words. Next one hour feels like eternity for Sharvari, perhaps the same for Prajakta. Until they reach Prajakta’s flat. Prajakta relaxes on her couch but Sharvari wastes no time to pounce on her. Sharvari is on her lap kissing her like a hungry wild animal. Her kisses are sloppy and uncontrolled, she is driven by alcohol and pure lust. She pulls down the cups of Prajakta’s bralette revealing her breasts. She moans as Sharvari takes her right breast in her mouth and sucks on it like a dog on a bone. She nibbles, she sucks, she slurps and she pops it out of her mouth. Onto her left breast, she spits and sticks her tongue out circling around the areola. Prajakta’s breath gets heavier and she moans like a man receiving a blowjob. She pulls out the bralette and sits barebody infront of Sharvari. Sharvari places Prajakta’s hand on her ass and shamelessly calls “Spank me, daddy”. Prajakta wastes no time and lands a blow on her ass just like in her audiobook. She remembers to go hard and go hard again on the same spot to make it sting like a burn wound. “Give daddy a blowjob”, demands Prajakta.
Sharvari hops off her lap and kneels infront of her. Prajakta, swiftly removes her own jeans and panties in one go. Sharvari dives in, her tongue that could work magic on breasts, now lands on Prajakta’s sensitive clit. She moans, but this time like a slut who has been longing for this. The overwhelming feeling of getting her pussy licked sends her into the recollection of the memory of that metro compartment. All those eyes on her, the admiring and the creepy, the impressed and the judgy. Then she remembers this girl with the perfect make up at 9am. She remembers her voice, opens her eyes to find the same girl between her legs eating her out hungrily. She can’t help but think, did she have this in mind when she approached me first?
“Tu yehi chahti thi na ab chaat acche se” (Is this what you wanted, now lick it well), says Prajakta as she pushes Sharvari’s head down further. Sharvari obeys, she dives in with her nose that is now covered in Prajakta’s cunt juice. Sharvari pushes her tongue into the girls vagina. She know what she is doing, she licks her wetness straight off the canal where she likes to be fucked by hunky men. Sharvari, in her own kink, imagines the dicks that have penetrated this cunt, out of all the activities going on, that imagination turn her moisture on the most. She moved her hips as the thought excited her. She pushed in further almost reached inside with her tongue.
“You my love are heavenly!”, moans Prajakta. Sharvari finally breaks the vaginal smooch and brings Prajakta’s very own juices to her lips. Prajakta kisses back without a doubt, infact so hungrily, she bites on Sharvari’s lower lip in heat. Prajakta then stands up. Sharvari still sitting on the floor now rests her back against the couch. Prajakta tilts Sharvari’s head on the seat and herself takes a seat on Sharvari’s face. Begins to ride it perfectly, muscle memory from humping the edge of her bed helps her ride Sharvari’s face like a pro. She had perfected it like fine art. Sharvari’s sits at her mercy with her tongue sticking out like a slut in submission. Using that very tongue Prajakta brings herself close to her orgasm. Rubs her clit vigorously to splash Sharvari’s face with her squirt. Both are breathless. Prajakta from her orgasm and lovely Sharvari from being unable to breathe like a lifeless sex toy for Prajakta. She smiles when Prajakta gets off and collapses on the sofa beside her.
Prajakta – “Tu ho toh lund ki kya zarurat” (Who needs a dick when I have you)
Sharvari – Tab bhi aapko yaad toh aati hogi. (Yet, you must miss it)
Prajakta – Why are you interested in that?
Sharvari – Nothing. I have always been with a girl. Never had dicks. But perhaps it must be fun when one slides up your vagina.
Prajakta – Tujhe lund lena hai? (You want to fuck a guy?)
Sharvari – I don’t mean that. I don’t know how it would even feel. Besides, I am not interested in men.
Prajakta – But you like dicks.
Sharvari – I mean, I have seen pictures. Some good, some not so good looking.
Prajakta – Wow! That’s a surpirse. I wasn’t expecting you to be even least interested.
Sharvari – But I’m not sleeping with a guy.
Prajakta – I guess I have the perfect plan for you then. We just have to be a little more drunk than today! Haha!
The story will be continued. Next part is coming soon. I hope to get good reviews on this one. Write to me at [email protected] and thanks alot for reading.