Forbidden Discoveries - Part 2
Character Preview – The Girls Behind the Heat Pallavi (me) Body Type: Small Frame – 32B-27-34 Skin Tone: Soft ivory fair. A warm, blushing skin tone can develop with touch. Tagline: She’s the sweet, innocent girl with a fiery passion – hidden underneath that naïve, shy smile – that is just waiting to be ignited. Rohini Body type: Curvy – 36B-32-36 Skin tone: Glowing golden dusky skin with a natural look to her skin tone, with her lips always seeming to be punched in a kissable position. Tagline: She is the wild, fun best friend whose feelings run deep, whose desires run deeper, and whose loyalty can be shocking at times with temptation. Summary of Part 1: What started as an innocent thrill of two best friends took a brave turn. During floral whisperings and aspirations, we got a little wound up, a little like the heat behind a closed door. During our fifth time together, Rohini grappled with the lust we had both been too shy to articulate. She kissed me, Pallavi, softly, then hungrily. Her hands explored my body, and my heart was racing. I hesitated, curious yet scared. Until we both decided to trust at that crossroads of fear and intimacy with that little touch, we both went further than we ever thought we could. The air surrounding us had a tension that was palpable yet figment. My body hummed wherever she had touched me. My lips resonated where her lips had just been. I was lying underneath her, mind racing with all kinds of feelings I could not name. Rohini hovered over me, her dark eyes searching mine, and I could see the flicker of fear in them—fear that mirrored my own inward experience. “You are thinking too much,” she whispered, her smile slight. I swallowed, my throat feeling very dry. “I just don’t know what to do.” She ghosted her fingers from my cheek down my jaw. The touch felt light and yet intentional. “Then let me show you.” She kissed me again —this time, slow and deep. Her tongue moved against mine like it was easy, which I didn’t know how to be yet, but my body knew: it arched toward her. I felt hot, every inch of my body aware of her body heat, of the smell, the whole weight of her body contoured to mine. My hands flittered around the idea of coming to her waist before I actually rested my hands there, my fingers splaying across the smoothness of her stomach. A soft sigh escaped her lips against mine, encouraging me, making me feel at ease, and letting me know this was a good thing to do. “Just feel,” she whispered, her lips continuing to move against my neck. Her kisses were slow and deliberate. She enjoyed taking my reactions in as they happened. I felt a shiver run down my spine when she toyed with my collarbone with her tongue. She smiled against my skin, “I love how sensitive you are, Pallu,” she said in a muted tone. Her hands moved purposefully downward, grazing my arms, venturing across my waist and finally exploring my breasts. My breath caught in my throat as her hands cupped my breasts. Her thumbs circled slowly, teasingly, on the top of my nipples. My body immediately erupted in waves of pleasure. “So soft,” she said quietly, kissing between my breasts. I let out a stuttered exhale as I realized she was going slowly, teasing and exploring every inch of me. My hands instinctively found their way to her chest. I hesitated, then looked up and back down again. “Touch me, Pallu, whatever you want.” She smiled. I stroked her between her breasts. I could feel how full they were and the natural softness of her darker skin compared to mine. Her nipples were already hard. I softly brushed my thumb across them, stopping just short of brushing against them directly. A small, soft moan erupted from her depths and spiralled through space and time, leaving me tingling. Her body moved and leaned into mine, taking my mouth again, kissing me deeper, more possessively. Her knees slipped between my legs, and I whimpered softly at the pressure. “You like that?” she smirked, a throaty voice escaping her swollen lips. I nodded since I knew I couldn’t answer with my mouth. Her fingers slipped lower, hitting the waistband of my shorts. My whole body tensed at the anticipation coursing through my stomach. She pulled back again, looking at me. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” She said gently. Her mannerisms gave me comfort. I didn’t want her to stop, and I was never more sure of anything in my life. “I want to do this,” I said lowly, whispering it. Her smile was slow at first, like a beautiful flower opening from a bud. “Good.” She pulled my shorts down. I felt her hands on my thighs at the same moment. I had chills run through my body from the feeling of the cool air. But nothing compared to the heat building in me. Her hands skimmed my body. Then her lips, gently kissing and sucking lower and lower, taking her time with everything. I was trembling under her hands. Every nerve ending in my body was awake and aware. When I found her fingers touching where I was aching for it, I gasped and arched into her fingers. “Oh,” She traced back up my face and started sweetly as her fingers had done. But then moved confidently lower, sensing my shock. “You are so wet,” she panted softly into my stomach. As she began moving her fingers, a moan escaped involuntarily as I succumbed to feelings I had not asked for or knew existed. I bunched the sheets between my fingers to anchor myself as my body began creating its rhythm beneath her. And then her mouth replaced her fingers. “Ah!” I inhaled sharply at the very moment her tongue flicked over me. The wave of pleasure rolled through me almost instantaneously. I was quickly lost in her mouth and the soft sounds of her radio. I guided her hair, losing myself in extreme pleasure as she took her time in slow, deliberate movements to fill me with feelings close to the brink of a feeling I had never encountered before.