Meera Comes Of Age - Part 2
I was chilling at home when the bell rang. It had been months since someone rang our doorbell. I called mom to open the door, immediately remembering that the parents were gone for the weekend. Reluctantly, I opened the door myself. It was a package from an online store for Ms. Shaik. There was a stirring in my loins. Ms. Shaik was Meera, my ex-girlfriend. It was more than six months since Meera had gone to Singapore. So it meant Meera was coming home. I went to change my clothes when I saw myself in the mirror. Tall and handsome with a 6-month beard. When I opened the door after getting dressed, two hot girls came in. “Meera should be here any minute,” one of them said. They introduced themselves as Preeti and Tarang. Preeti was a golden beauty with long hair, whereas Tarang was very fair with mid-back length hair. There was a brief bell, and Meera walked into the hall. We kissed like two lovers, oblivious to the world. Meera hadn’t changed a bit after going to Singapore. She was looking gorgeous as ever with porcelain skin and jet black hair. She spoke to me with tears in her eyes: Meera: I’m married to someone else. Me: I know, I’ll try to stay away. She told us the plan. In an hour or so, the agent would come to our flat. He would make sure all the girls were selected as cabin crew. The catch was that we had to act as flatmates as long as he stayed. After we caught up, Meera spoke to me: Meera: Baby, Tarang doesn’t want to lose her virginity to Ashutosh. (the agent) Me: Good for her. Doesn’t she have a boyfriend? Meera: She wants to marry her boyfriend. I understood that Tarang wanted her boyfriend to believe that she was a virgin until their marriage or till he was mature enough. Tarang was 20 and had the same stats as Meera (34-26-34). But she had a coverup tattoo 6 inches wide and 2 inches tall. “Why do you need an agent?” I asked Meera. She had retired her nose piercing after marriage, so what was the reason? I thought. Meera had mentioned her marriage by a slip of the tongue. As we spoke, the doorbell rang. “That must be Ashutosh,” said Meera, going to open the door. In the bedroom, Preeti opened the package and took out 3 pairs of dresses for air hostesses. She offered to go first. Meera explained that Preeti had a boob job that the doctor reported. Ashutosh took out his laptop and suggested Tarang go for a pixie cut. I took her to a unisex saloon opposite our building. There was a lot of hair on the cape after the haircut. The stylist took Tarang’s hairband used to keep her thick, wavy hair in place. He used a manual clipper and a comb to clean up the hairline. Then he sprayed some water before shaving her sides and nape. We went back to the apartment, but Meera called us to the bedroom. Tarang went to take a shower. I waited for Tarang to close the door and hugged Meera tightly. She had jet-black, shoulder-length hair when I last saw her. It was now reaching her armpits. I sucked her lips as we undressed each other. We started humping as soon as we got naked. I filled the condom within two minutes. Meera convinced me to break Tarang’s seal. Preeti came in as Meera went out and asked to use the bathroom right away. Tarang came out just in time. Tarang looked like a human Barbie doll wrapped in a white towel. Tarang: Do you mind if I turn off the light? Me: Go ahead, please. Tarang: Sorry, it’s my first time. Tarang stood in front of me. I secured a blindfold on her eyes. The stylist had given her a haircut that was longer than a pixie and shorter than a bob. It could be called a mushroom cut, but it was good enough. I held her shoulders and removed the towel from her body. She had prepared well. Her body was waxed smooth and private parts shaved recently. Without wasting time, I put on a condom and inserted my cock into her vagina. As expected, there was resistance around the halfway mark. My cock was at its hardest. Tarang’s body smelled sweet, and her short hair had already dried. I held my breath and pushed swiftly. I didn’t feel anything, but the grip loosened a bit, just enough to go back and forth. I realized the deed was done. Tarang was not a virgin anymore. I kissed her lips and turned her around to see the tattoo. It was a beautiful multicolored piece, a few inches below the base of her neck, where her bra would cover it. On instinct, I licked it. When I tried to remove the blindfold, she stopped me. It was time to get her dressed for the photo ID. She went out, and Meera came in simultaneously. At first, I didn’t recognize her. She had a rounded French bob with thick bangs. Her photo ID had her maiden name. I had a doubt she had been sexually involved with Ashutosh while I was inside the bedroom. Instead of confronting her, I went out to ask Ashutosh, but he was gone. Preeti was in the kitchen when Meera and Tarang left. Preeti had her waist-long hair in a bun. She had been the first to fuck Ashutosh, but she wasn’t a virgin before also. Her roommate was not answering her cellphone, so I asked her to stay. Preeti was petite with a teeny bit of puppy fat. Looking at her in the business skirt and fitted shirt, I guessed her figure at 34-26-36. She was 5’5” but more than made up for it by wearing 4-inch pumps. Her hair wasn’t black as I initially thought but dark brown. If I hadn’t been spent, having had intercourse twice already, I would have tried for her. The rest of the day was spent watching tv. Meera was too tired to come to my flat while Preeti slept in my bedroom. Preeti woke up early in the morning and made some tea for us. Her waist-long hair was neatly flat ironed to tuck in any flyaways. I took the cup of tea and examined Preeti’s thick hair between my fingers. “It was butt length before I had it trimmed,” said Preeti, trying to strike a conversation. She looked rather cute in my vest and boxers. Her boobs were standing up on their own without the support of a bra.