Hi, I am Nikita Malhotra. I am 32, and this is my story about my best friend, Karen. We were classmates from third grade, earned similar marks, and ended up at the same college in another town. We became partners in crime and bonded like sisters. We even got our first jobs together at the same company and moved from Delhi to Bangalore. The incident I’m about to describe happened when we were 22.
Karen was fair, maintained a perfect 36-34-38 figure, and exercised regularly. I was a bit plumper with a 40-38-42 figure. We discussed everything — our boyfriends, flings, work, you name it. Karen was sexually active with boys from college, while I was only active with the boyfriend I’d met at work.
One Friday evening, we thought about going abroad. Both of us had US visas and were considering Los Angeles. After reading a few blogs about adult activities, we decided to include strip clubs and other sensual experiences.
That night took a wild turn. We started Googling sex life in Vegas, watched some porn, and found ourselves smiling and getting horny. We wanted to throw off our pants and touch ourselves, and I badly wanted to fuck her — I’m sure she wanted it too.
Suddenly, Karen looked at me and said, “We’ve done everything together, but we’ve never seen each other naked.” We’d been to beaches in bikinis and swimsuits, but never fully nude. I had once spotted her fucking her boyfriend at home without her knowing, and I giggled.
She said, “Let’s strip.” We were both wearing shorts and crop tops with no underwear, and our nipples were visible through the fabric. She turned to me and removed my top; I removed hers. We were topless and horny.
She pulled me in and started kissing me. Our lips locked, and the kiss went on and on as her hands roamed my body. It felt incredible. She licked and sucked my boobs. I removed her shorts, and in no time we were both nude. Her pussy was smooth and hairless, while mine was hairy.
Charged up from the lesbian porn we’d watched, she grabbed my waist again, licking my nipples and sucking my boobs. It was winter in Bangalore, about 13 degrees, and very cold. She turned the AC to its lowest setting, making it freezing. I told her it was cold, but she said the warmth from two bodies rubbing together would be thrilling and that I’d like it.
She pushed me onto the bed and started licking my pussy. Her tongue on my clit and lips sent a jolt through me like an electric current. She slid her tongue inside, wiping my inner walls, and the warmth gave me an instant orgasm. She pulled me to the edge of the bed and licked my asshole, then moved her tongue back and forth between my pussy and ass.
She started fingering me – first one finger, then two, then more. With my legs over her shoulders, I had multiple toe-curling orgasms. My inner thighs squeezed her, and she kissed them between spasms. After a few minutes, I had an intense orgasm. She tasted my vaginal fluids on her fingers, then returned to licking my clit. The AC was at 16 degrees, giving me goosebumps and shivers.
She positioned herself over me, and we kissed as our bodies rubbed. She squeezed my boobs while we French-kissed, and she was right — the warmth felt amazing. My hands explored her butt cheeks, and I stroked her crack and asshole. I got up, went down on her, and ate her out hungrily. She pushed my head deeper into her pussy and had a huge orgasm. We kissed after our intense orgasms.
Karen then led me to the kitchen, had me lean against the countertop, and grabbed chocolate from the fridge. She melted it and poured it over my body, letting it drip and cool slightly on my boobs. She took a scoop of ice cream, placed it over the chocolate, and took a bite.
She had me lie on the countertop, and the mix of warm and cool sensations sent me to paradise. My pussy juices oozed, and she licked them up. My waist and body were covered in chocolate by then. She fingered my pussy while licking my body.
As chocolate dripped onto my pussy, she tasted the mix of my fluids, chocolate, and ice cream, then passed some to my mouth and said, “You taste so good.”
She made me stand, spread my legs, and ate my chocolate-and-ice-cream-flavored pussy juices. Her face was smeared with chocolate and ice cream, but she didn’t care — she looked sexy.
She licked my entire body, then grabbed a strawberry from the fridge. She stuck it in my pussy, licked my clit and the area around it, and pulled the coated fruit out with her mouth. She brought it to my lips, and we passed it back and forth before biting and eating it. It tasted like my pussy.
We decided to shower. In the warm water, she cleaned me, and her touch gave another thrill. She kept rubbing my pussy under the spray, and this time I squirted on her hand. We kept kissing.
I dropped to my knees; she leaned against the wall, spread her legs, and I used my tongue on her pussy until she moaned. Just then, her boyfriend Shawn called. They were supposed to meet that day, and she’d missed their date because of me. They fucked regularly.
On the video call, he asked, “Are you nude?” She said yes. He asked if it was another guy and wanted to see who she was with. She flipped the camera without hesitation and showed me.
I was on the bathroom floor, running a vibrator on my pussy and moaning, oblivious to him. I orgasmed, and Shawn watched. When I realized, I was embarrassed.
He smiled and said he liked seeing me naked. He asked if I could do a full catwalk so he could see me completely. I’d had a crush on him and fantasized about him fucking me whenever I saw them together. Karen had told me his dick was eight inches long and thick and that their favorite spot to fuck was the dining table.
I did a catwalk for him, teasing with my wet body. He wanted to see my butt crack, so I turned around and spread my cheeks. He said, “OMG! I love your boobs!”
He asked Karen if he could come over and fuck us. By then, he was stroking his dick and showed it to us on the call – it looked huge. She said tomorrow, but he said he couldn’t wait. He told us to keep licking and kissing each other while he watched live. It sounded good.
We dried off and left the bathroom. She propped her phone on the TV at an angle. We kissed, and it turned into a French kiss. She made me face the camera, dropped to her knees, and licked me. I moaned. He told me to fondle my boobs and shouted, “Hell yes!”
Next, she had me lie on the sofa. We started in 69, then scissored. We kept kissing and squeezing each other’s boobs, licking, fingering, and tonguing each other’s pussies. He kept stroking and came multiple times. We kissed in between. Exhausted, we kissed each other, wished Shawn good night, and slept naked. He had cum many times by then.
Later, Shawn messaged me that he loved me nude and sent videos of himself cumming. He came over early the next morning. I was still in bed while Karen was in the kitchen making coffee. He got naked, slid into bed, and spooned me.
His left hand moved gently over my belly button, his right hand was above my head, and he kissed my neck and shoulder. I woke up and turned toward him. He pulled me closer and cuddled me. We kissed.
He sat on the bed and had me sit between his thighs, leaning back against him. His right hand rubbed my pussy while his left squeezed my boobs, and his mouth moved from my neck to my shoulder.
Karen, still nude, walked in with coffee and asked, “What are you doing?”
He said, “Sorry, baby… I couldn’t control myself,” and told Karen he wanted to fuck me. She watched us fuck in different positions. We had a threesome for the rest of the day.
After that, Shawn started sexting me, and we exchanged photos and videos. We became travel buddies and had threesomes in destinations like Thailand, Bali, and Paris.
More adventures to follow.