Rainy Afternoon Sex with Nisha
Thanks to all for giving a positive response and so much love for my last series, Forbidden Discoveries . Here’s a story of one of my friends. She’s not comfortable revealing her identity, so I’m publishing her story with full permission. Greetings, dear friends, my name is Sonu. I am twenty-seven years old, fair-skinned, and I live in a small town. My measurements are 32-30-38 and this is my honest-to-goodness lesbian story. It had been raining since morning, gently falling and not in any hurry, tapping against my window as if it were some lovers. The outdoor air smelled of moist soil, and the sky was that soft ash colour. I was relaxing in my room, mindlessly looking at my phone, when the thought of Nisha came to me. “Nisha,” just saying her name in my mind stirred the whole of my insides. We had first met years ago in college. I remember her being a few years older than I was; she was cool, quietly magnetic and nothing like any of my friends. I was drawn to her in some way, long before we ever spent time together. She didn’t talk about guys much. She actually once told me that she didn’t care for them. That statement didn’t leave my mind for weeks and created a notion in me that I dared not name at the time. As the summer drew to a close, our playful flirtations morphed into long walks, confessions, and stolen glances. That lasted no less than seconds longer than they were supposed to. Then one day, it was like a dam had burst. And from that point on, we found ourselves back in each other’s arms whenever there was an opportunity. On this July afternoon, it was almost as though the weather was on our side. I dialled her number and she picked up after only two rings. “Hey, what are you doing?” I attempted to sound casual. “Nothing,” she responded, “just doing some chores. No one is home today.” I grinned into the phone. “And you did not incline that you should let me know? You know how rarely opportunities like that come along.” She laughed; it was light and full and beautiful. I smiled again. “I was just about to call you. Come over, Sonu.” That was all the encouragement I needed. Fifteen minutes later, I was standing at her gate, with drops of rain still in my hair and on the bottom of my kurti. She opened the door in a pair of comfy faded-out shorts, a t-shirt that was loose, hair up, skin shining from the humidity. She looked like sheer temptation in such simple attire. I came across the threshold of her front door, and I put my arms around her. Her body was warm on mine, and before I could think or stop myself, my lips found hers in a quick little kiss like a kid would do. “Finish your work, my dear Nisha Rani,” I whispered into her cheek. “Give me 10 minutes, I’ll just take a shower,” she smiled back. When she was behind her bathroom door, I stepped into her bedroom and turned on her laptop. I paused at the laptop, considering the best word to use and typed “lesbian” into her Google search bar. I didn’t need to watch any videos that might be available. The thumbnails alone were making me feel anxious and hinted at what was to come. About 15 minutes later, the bathroom door opened. And there she was — wrapped in a fluffy towel, water dripping down her neck, rolling across her collarbone. I couldn’t help myself. Two steps, and I was in front of her, pulling at the towel until it let loose in my hands. She laughed lightly and said, “At least let me get dressed!” I sat back, my eyes roamed over her bare skin, I would remember the feel of her smooth curves, even the flow of her hips, I would keep for my own. “Go ahead,” I whispered, “I will just watch.” She put on her clothes – slowly; I could tell she was toying with me. After she was dressed, she left for the kitchen and returned with two glasses of cold sherbet. We sat side by side, quietly eating, the air thick with unspoken something. “So…” I said as I traced a fingertip around the rim of my glass, “is there anyone else coming today? For… company?” She sighed and nodded knowingly. “What’s the holdup?” I whispered. The playfulness shifted into something much more serious. And then she stood up and checked the doors and windows. She sat back down and locked her door, then used a little bit of room freshener before taking one last look around as she turned to me. As soon as she was within an arm’s reach, I stood up and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her neck and tasted the saltiness of her skin. She sighed, and her fingers began to explore my back, pulling me towards her slowly. She tugged at my T-shirt, pulling it up and over my head as her lips kissed their way down my naked shoulders. I unbuttoned and dropped my jeans and, even as heat raced through my body. “Uff”, I whispered, “now it’s your turn.” She laughed. “You’re going to take off your clothes anyway—you can’t expect me to keep mine on,” then flicked her finger at my bra strap. Before I knew it, we were down to a mere remembrance of our clothes on the ground beneath us. We stood in front of each other naked and taking in the moment. I can’t believe I actually went to this level. Our mouths connected again, only now the kiss progressed from casual to serious at an unprecedented rate— not a frantic pace, rather an eagerness. Her lips were soft and bore a high degree of confidence. I answered in kind, slowly dragging my tongue along hers. I groped her boobs with my hands as well as every other significant place as my thumbs swept over her already extremely hard nipples. She looked beautiful like this – vulnerable, raw, and all mine to touch and all mine to experience. After failing to explore every erogenous zone, I dipped down and took one of her nipples into my mouth and began gently sucking as my fingers creased downward, teasing her folds.