From Office Buddy To Bedroom Addict

You ever have that one colleague who just

gets

you? That's Tamanna for me.

We both work at this pretty solid MNC--good pay, better coffee, and enough chaos to keep things interesting. We've known each other for about three years now. But over the last 8-9 months? Something changed. Our friendship went from casual coffee breaks and office banter to deep late-night convos, venting about life, sharing dreams, fears, and a million inside jokes no one else gets

Now, Tamanna? She's built different. Like, she walks in and you

feel

it. She's 5'2", slim but got those curves that make people do a double take. Her gym grind is clearly working--tiny waist, perfect back, and she rocks outfits like they were stitched on her body. Always smiling, always laughing--she's got that vibe that just pulls people in. Happy energy, great figure, and low-key. Every guy in the office has, at some point, paused just a second too long when she walks by. But what makes her dangerous is that she has no idea how effortlessly she steals attention.

And me? I've always played it cool. Best friend mode. Wingman. Co-conspirator. We're close, yeah. Real close. But never crossed that line... until that one night.

Now cut to this one Friday night First December --we all went clubbing. Tamanna was looking

insane

, man. Pink dress, hugging her curves like it was tailored by a guy with no morals.

A couple of drinks down, we were on the dance floor, and honestly, it was one of those nights where you just let go. She was tipsy, I was vibing, and the music was pounding through the speakers like it was in sync with our hearts. The lights flickered in and out, casting random glows on everyone.

We're dancing. She turns around, puts her arms around my neck--real smooth, like it's nothing--and pulls me close. Full body contact. We're swaying to the beat, and man, her body against mine? Felt

too

good.

Her hips started moving, slow and easy. Grinding just a little. Nothing too crazy, but enough to send my brain into overdrive. Her ass--soft, perfect--kept pressing against me now and then, and I swear, I was holding back like my life depended on it.

Then she leaned her head back, resting near my shoulder. Her breath hit the side of my neck--warm, slow--and I got goosebumps all over. Like full-on shivers. She smelled so good, so familiar, it messed me up.

And then... she looked up. Just a small tilt of her head--and our lips brushed. Barely. Not a kiss, but not just nothing either. We both froze for a second. Didn't say a word. Just stayed there like, "What the hell was that?"

Anyway, party ends, we all crash at my flat. Four of us on the bed, laptop in the center, some random Netflix movie playing that nobody's watching. I was on one side, another friend next to me. Tamanna was opposite me, with another dude next to her. So we're kinda diagonally apart. But bro, our eyes kept meeting. Little glances. She'd smile, I'd pretend I didn't notice, but you

know

when something's about to go down.

By like 5 a.m., the other two are out. Like

gone

. Snoring and all. I closed the laptop, put it aside... then just lied there.

She turned toward me. Eyes wide, still bit drunk, but not messy--just soft. Curious.

We looked at each other. For a second, no one said a word. And then... it just

happened

.

Our lips met.

So yeah, our lips met--and for a second, it was just soft. Tentative. Like we both needed to know this wasn't just the alcohol talking. But once we felt each other, really felt it? We lost it.

I leaned in more, deepening the kiss. My hand was on her back, moving in slow circles--just feeling her. Her skin was warm, and that little arch in her back when I touched just the right spot? Man, it was driving me

insane

.

I tilted my head slightly and started sucking on her lower lip, slow and gentle, like I was tasting her. And damn, she was into it. She gave this tiny whimper against my mouth, her fingers digging into my hair, pulling me closer like she couldn't get enough. Every time I pulled on her lip just a bit and let go, she kissed me harder right after--like we were playing some silent game of who needed who more.

Her leg brushed against mine under the blanket, and I swear every nerve in my body lit up. I kept running my hands up and down her back--sometimes slow, sometimes with a little pressure, like I wanted to memorize every inch of her. She was soft everywhere, and the way she moved against me, matching my rhythm... bro, I was gone.

There was no one else in that room anymore. Just us. Breathing heavy. Hands exploring. Lips colliding, parting, finding each other again like we were addicted.

It wasn't rushed. It wasn't planned.

She let out the softest sigh, and I swear, that sound did something to me.

My hand kept moving on her back, just feeling every curve under that thin tee. Her body was so warm, and soft in all the right places. I was tracing my fingers up her spine, real slow, and she shivered a bit--like my touch was leaving goosebumps wherever it went.

She pulled me closer by the back of my neck, like she

needed

me closer, and our kiss turned messy in the best way. Lips parting, tongues teasing a little, that hungry kind of kiss where you don't even care what's happening around you.

She bit my lip once--lightly--and looked at me for a second like "what the hell are we doing?" but neither of us stopped. We didn't

want

to stop.

And bro, in that moment... it didn't feel like just a kiss. It felt like all those years of friendship, teasing, late-night calls--it was all exploding at once, right there on my bed while two of our friends snored next to us.

I was still lost in her lips, slow-sucking that lower one, tasting her like I'd been starving for years. My hands moved down, found her curves again--and this time, I didn't hold back. I grabbed her ass, both hands full, and pulled her in tight. My lips dropped to her neck, where her skin was warm and smelled like something sweet and addictive. She tilted her head just enough to give me more. A soft moan left her lips--barely a sound--but it hit me right in the gut.

Then she shifted. Not away--closer. Pressed into me in a way that made everything tense up. Her hand slid in my lower, wrapping around the dick slowly and teasing, not grabbing. I felt every movement and it sent a jolt so strong down my spine I had to close my eyes and breathe through it. My skin was buzzing, heart racing. Goosebumps. Everywhere. She gasped, then looked up at me with that mischievous grin. The kind that says

"you have no idea what I'm about to do."

And before I could even steady myself, she leaned down slightly--her lips brushing over the Dick. I could still fell her soft lips wrapping around my dick, and then she gives it a soft lick with her tongue following by her lips wrapping around dick, The moment she starts to suck it

.

I swear to God, a chill ran up my whole body. I froze. Just for a second. The way she did it. So slow. So bold. Like she

knew

the effect she had on me.

The room was too crowded, too risky. I reached down, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up. No words. Just energy. That kind you don't fight.

We slipped into the other room, The moment we left the other room, something shifted. The air was heavier, and the small space we stepped into seemed to close in on us. She looked at me, eyes glimmering, like she knew we were on the edge of crossing a line we couldn't come back from. I took a deep breath. We were standing close, so close that I could feel her breath, each exhale making my skin tighten.

I took a step closer, closing the gap between us. My hand found her back, pulling her closer. We were just a breath apart. I could feel her pulse, quick and nervous against my fingertips. She was waiting, giving me that choice.

Then, our lips met--soft, almost hesitant at first, like we were both still testing the waters. She kissed me first, slow and deliberate, as though savoring the moment. There was no rush. No pressure. Just the soft pressure of her lips against mine, feeling the spark building slowly.

But that didn't last. The kiss deepened, intensified, as if our bodies finally understood what the mind had been dancing around. We pulled at each other, hands everywhere--feeling, exploring--skin on skin. My hands found their way to her waist, tracing the curve of her body beneath my touch. She gasped softly, and in that moment, I could swear, everything around us vanished. It was just me and her, locked in this shared intimacy that neither of us would be able to take back.

Her fingers danced up the fabric of my shirt, tracing every inch like she was marking her territory. I could feel the tension in her touch, like she was fighting the urge to rip it off and claim me completely. Instead, she slid her hands under the shirt, her fingers brushing my skin, sending a jolt through me. The sensation was electric, and I couldn't control the groan that escaped me. It was like a fire had been lit inside me, and every inch of her touch stoked it.

We kept breathing in sync, slow and steady, but every breath felt like it was building to something more. Then the kiss deepened again, and this time, it wasn't just our lips. It was everything. Her tongue brushed against mine, teasing, tasting. The heat between us was palpable, and I couldn't get enough. I squeezed her ass, pulling her in tighter, and she slid her hands up my back, beneath my shirt, her nails lightly grazing my skin. My body reacted instantly--every part of me drawn to her, needing more.

But then we pulled apart, just enough for me to catch my breath. I stared into her eyes, searching for any hesitation. I asked, "You sure? Is this... is it the alcohol?"

She didn't miss a beat. Her voice was steady, her confidence unwavering. "I'm sure. This is me... not the alcohol."

Her words hit me like a wave, and there was no turning back. I leaned in again, this time the kiss was even deeper--more urgent. Our tongues moved in sync, exploring, claiming. I pulled back from her lips, and my mouth found its way to her neck. I kissed the soft skin there, tasting the salty warmth of her skin, and she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as if she needed something to hold onto.

Her reaction was intoxicating--every touch, every movement was like she was melting into me. She tilted her head back, giving me more access, and the way she shivered under my touch made my blood run hot. Her soft moans were music to my ears, each one driving me further, making me want to mark every inch of her body.

She pulled her t-shirt off, and I could not stop myself from staring. For a split second, I forgot to breathe. Every curve, every inch of her body was perfect, and it felt like my chest tightened, like I was seeing something I had wanted but never dared to dream of. I couldn't tear my eyes away, my mind racing, trying to absorb every detail.

Her skin was glowing under the dim lights, and she just stood there for a second, looking at me with a kind of confidence I could not ignore. That same mischievous grin tugged at her lips, and I felt the heat rise between us. Slowly, she stepped closer, closing the distance between us, and I could feel the tension building.

I could not wait any longer. My hands were on her instantly, reaching for her waist, pulling her into me. I kissed her again, harder this time, a deep, hungry kiss as if we both needed this, needed each other. Her hands were already at my shirt, unbuttoning it with a kind of urgency that matched mine.

When my shirt came off, she took a moment to look at me--her eyes scanning my chest as if she was memorizing it. Then, she reached out, her fingers brushing over my skin like she could not get enough. The simple touch felt like an electric shock, sending heat through my veins.

Before I could think, she was pulling at my pants, her hands slipping under the waistband. The sensation of her fingers against my skin was too much, and I groaned softly. I pulled back, my chest rising and falling with the effort it took to control myself. "Are you sure?" I whispered, needing to hear it from her.

She did not miss a beat. She did not hesitate. "I'm sure."

And with those words, there was no stopping us. I pulled her closer, my lips finding hers again, fiercer this time. As the rest of our clothes came off, there was nothing left but the heat between us--the urgency, the need. Every kiss, every touch was electric. Her body against mine was overwhelming, and I could not think about. My one hands was rubbing her naked ass while other was exploring her soft boobs meanwhile she was doing her part by rubbing my dick while kissing.

I pushed her down onto the bed, my mouth finding her left breast as I sucked it slow and deep. My fingers played with the other, teasing her nipple between them, feeling how hard it got under my touch. Her soft moans filled the room, each one making me suck harder, bite a little--just enough to hear her gasp before I soothed it with my tongue.

Her skin tasted sweet, her tits perfect--soft but firm, fitting just right in my hands, in my mouth. I couldn't get enough. My teeth grazed her pink nipple, biting down just a little before sucking hard, and her back arched off the bed. She was losing control, her breath shaky, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer like she never wanted me to stop.

I stayed like that for what felt like forever, lost in the way her body reacted--every lick, every bite, every suck pulling another desperate sound from her lips. Twenty minutes, thirty--I didn't care. As long as she kept moaning like that, I wasn't stopping.

She couldn't take it anymore. With a hunger that surprised even me, she pushed me back and climbed on top--

a bold fucking move

--and I let her. The control in her eyes was electric, dark with need. Her lips parted as she leaned down, her breath hot against my skin before she did it... that slow, teasing kiss right on the tip of my Dick. Just a brush of her mouth,

barely there

, but it sent a shock straight down my spine. Wet drag of her tongue from base to tip, slow enough to make my muscles lock, my breath ragged. A

tease.

Then her tongue dragged along the side, lazy and wet, while her fingers traced lower, cupping me, squeezing just enough to make my hips jerk.

Fuck.

She knew exactly what she was doing. When she finally took me into her mouth, it wasn't gentle--she sucked hard, her tongue swirling, exploring every inch like she was memorizing the taste. The pressure was perfect, her lips tight, her rhythm relentless.

Minutes melted together--12, 13,

who was counting?

--but I refused to let go. Not yet. Her jaw was tired; I could see it in the way her fingers flexed against my thighs. So I grabbed her, pulling her up until our faces were inches apart. Her lips were shining. The look in her eyes?

Pure sin.

I smirked, my grip tightening in her hair.

"Good girl."

She knew. Knew how good she was. Knew exactly what she'd done to me.

And she knew I was far from done with her.

She pulled back slightly, breath still uneven, eyes locked with mine--and then, with a smirk playing on her lips, she asked, "Do you have a condom?"

For a split second, I just stared at her, caught off-guard--not by the question, but by how confidently she asked it. My heart thudded a little louder. I nodded, trying to stay cool. "Yeah," I said casually, but I knew the grin on my face was giving me away.

Her brows shot up. "Wait,

you

do?" she asked, half-laughing, half-squinting at me like I'd just revealed a secret identity. "I always thought you were... you know, a bit too sweet for that."

I swear, I ran to my room like a thief--quiet, quick, heart thumping--and snatched that tiny square from the drawer like it was gold. Walking back, I caught my reflection: flushed, smirking, a little breathless. I looked like a man who knew exactly what he was getting into--and still could not believe it.

When I stepped back into the room and saw her--waiting, that same fire in her eyes.

I tossed it on the bed and walked toward her, slower this time. There was no rush anymore. Just tension so thick you could feel it in the air.

She sat at the edge of the bed, legs parted just enough. I stepped between her knees, and she tilted her head back to look at me--eyes heavy, lips soft and waiting. I didn't kiss her yet. Instead, I brushed my nose against hers, close enough to feel her breath hitch, to let the heat between us say what words couldn't.

My mouth found her neck, teeth grazing skin as I bit down slow, just enough to make her gasp. My hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the curves of her breasts, pressing in just to feel her arch against me. She was warm everywhere, restless under my touch. I could feel her heartbeat racing under my mouth, her skin flushed and warm. Grinning against her throat

I rocked against her, letting her feel how hard I was, teasing friction where she wanted it most. Her hips rolled up to meet mine, impatient, and I smirked against her throat.

The distance between us evaporated. My hand snapped to her throat. Her breath hitched, lips parting in challenge. I didn't wait. I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her gasp, biting her lower lip until she whimpered.

She kissed back like a wildfire, all teeth and nails and hunger. One hand fisted in my hair; the other snatched the condom from the bed. Our eyes locked--hers dark, daring--as she shoved me back just enough to rip the packet open with her teeth. The sound sent a jolt straight to my cock. Her fingers grazed my stomach as she rolled the condom down my length, slow, deliberate, her thumb brushing the tip just to watch me shudder.

I didn't give her time to gloat. In one motion, I threw her onto the bed, and the sound of her body hitting the mattress was soft but heavy. Her breath caught for a second, her chest rising fast. Her legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me closer, like she couldn't stand even a second without me inside her.

The heat between us was insane. I could feel her wetness against me as I rubbed my cock over her pussy, teasing her, making her whimper. Her eyes were locked on mine--dark, desperate, begging me to take her.

I pushed just the tip in, and her whole body tensed. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her nails digging into my arms. Pain flashed in her eyes, but so did hunger. She wanted it rough. She wanted

me

.

I kissed her softly then, my lips brushing against hers, my hand cradling the back of her neck. A small moment of tenderness before I gave her what she really needed.

Then--

one hard thrust

--I buried myself deep inside her.

She cried out, her back arching, her fingers clawing at my skin. I stayed there for a second, letting her feel every inch of me, letting her adjust. Her pussy clenched around me, tight and warm, like she was trying to pull me even deeper.

Then I started moving.

Slow at first, dragging myself almost all the way out before pushing back in, making her moan. My hand gripped her throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who was in control. The other hand squeezed her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch.

Her hips rocked against mine, matching my rhythm, her breath coming in short, hot bursts against my skin. Every time I thrust into her, her nails scraped down my back, leaving marks.

"Fuck--" she gasped, her voice shaky.

The room was hot, sticky with sweat. The only light came from a dim lamp in the corner, casting shadows on the walls. She was under me, moaning--loud, too loud. The sound filled the room, bouncing off the walls like she wanted the whole world to hear.