Dear Reader,
This is my first attempt at writing an erotica, so your feedback is much appreciated. You can tell me in the comments section, which part you liked the most, or where I need to make improvements so that I could write much better stories in the future.
Thank you.
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It was a sunny day in the month of May. Nivetha was sweating a lot. The ceiling fan barely provided enough air to dry up the sweat, and her top was damp from it. She looked in the mirror and observed her bodily curves outlined through her tank top. She stopped wearing bras during summers as it was extremely hot and irritating. And now she could see the dark shade of her nipples through the wet white top.
Nivetha was 19 years of age, and was a little over 5 foot in height. She had a slightly dusky complexion which would drive any man crazy for her. Her wide, bright eyes could easily make any man fall in love with her. But, her 36D boobs, which she had a habit of flaunting in her sexy tops when she was outside, were her most valuable assets.
It was 2 in the afternoon. She was alone in the house. The power was gone. Her sweaty body in the mirror looked sexy. And naughty thoughts ran through her mind. She wanted to do something dirty. Something she never did before. She reached for her mobile, and called her best friend.
"Hey, Daman! What are you doing?"
"Nothing much, Nivetha. Just listening to music. What're you up to?"
"I was watching a movie on the TV, but the power was gone. So I'm just bored."
"Oh! That's bad."
"Yeah. Wanna come over to my house?"
"For what?"
If Nivetha would've asked any other man to come over to her house, he would've gone there without questioning her. But Daman was different. And that's why she trusted him so much.
"To keep me company. My parents won't be coming home till evening. We could just hang out, and go to a movie in the evening, if possible?"
"Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes."
Daman's house was just a 10-minute drive from her's. He'd often visit her at home, and her parents were okay with their friendship. Once a week, they'd go to the movies and have dinner outside. So, her request wasn't too strange. And she wanted to start things that way.
Nivetha had one good look into the mirror again. She was wearing a white tank top, which now showed every body curve of hers. Thanks to her no bra policy in summers, her boobs were clearly outlined, and her nipples were partially visible. She was wearing a pink bottom, which fell a quarter of an inch shorter to her knee. Through that pink bottom, she could see the profile of her panty. She was looking sexy, even with the sweat.
Normally she had never worn such revealing outfits. Not in front of anyone, and definitely not especially in front of Daman. But she knew she could use the humid nature of her room as an excuse, if at all he asked. And she was hoping he wouldn't.
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A couple of minutes later, the doorbell rang. A tinge of excitement ran through her spine, and through her pussy. She took a deep breath, and calmed her excitement.
"Hi, again," she opened the door casually.
"H---a-----iii"
Daman was completely taken by surprise with her appearance. His eyes scanned her entire body, and she was looking sexier than he had ever seen her. He had an immediate erection in his pants, and to avoid embarrassing himself, he nervously said, "It's so hot in here."
"Yeah! Come in. I have lemon juice."
"Sure. Thanks."
He sat on the sofa and tried to maintain the excitement in his pants. To hide the bulge from her, he placed the cushion on his lap. Nivetha came out of the kitchen with two glasses of cold lemon juice. She placed them on the table, and sat beside him.
"Give me the cushion, and drink the juice. It's already warm enough. I don't want you leaving me in the middle of this HOT afternoon."
She emphasized the word hot in a naughty way. But Daman was not paying attention to her words. Rather he was trying not to get rid of the cushion. And Nivetha understood what was happening. So, she tried to make him more uncomfortable.
"Now, give me the cushion," she demanded. "And drink the damn juice."
He obliged, and within the blink of an eye folded his right leg over his left one, in hope of saving his decency. But Nivetha saw the bulge, and felt she was making the right moves. Daman took the glass of juice, and drank it in one go.
"What's the hurry Daman?"
"I need to go to the bathroom."
"Ah-m Okay."
He paced to the bathroom, and breathed a sigh once he shut the door. He pulled his pants down, and then his boxers. His rock-hard cock sprung to full life. Daman wanted to jerk-off so bad. He wanted to shoot his load all over Nivetha's face and tits. He was having wild thoughts he never had before.
But his moral conscience was not letting him do that. 'She's your friend Daman. And she trusts you so much. It's wrong man'. He tried fighting his conscience with rational arguments. 'But she wouldn't wear such an outfit if she didn't have such thoughts about me. So, it is okay for me to jerk-off to her'.
The tussle between these two voices inside his head provided ample time for his cock to revert to its original length. Relieved, he washed his face, emptied his mind, and walked into the living room fully dressed. He sat beside her on the sofa, trying not to look at her directly.
"So, what shall we do?" he asked nervously.
Nivetha placed the emptied glass on the table. She extended her left hand on the sofa back and turned towards Daman and said, "Let's play a game!"
"What game?" he asked, puzzled.
"A game of truth or dare!"
"Oh come on! I don't wanna play that. We know everything about each other. It would be boring!"
"Then let's make it interesting!"
"How?"
"I'll show you once we start playing the game,"
And she winked at him. Daman was sure Nivetha was planning something naughty. On one hand he was excited to break free from the confines of being just a friend but on the other, he was worried where it would lead them to. But he knew he wanted something to happen that day. And his penis agreed with him.
After a pensive thought he replied, "Okay! I'm in."
"Great! I'll go first. Truth or dare?"
"Truth," replied Daman, trying to see where she was taking him.
"Did you jerk off in my bathroom?"
Daman couldn't believe his ears. 'Did she really ask me that?'
"I'm sorry?" he asked, trying to make sure it really was the question she asked.
"Did you just jerk off in the bathroom a while ago?"
"What? No! Why would I do that?"
She laughed at him and said, "Nothing. I was curious. Okay, Let's continue. Your turn now."
Daman was skeptical, but continued with the obvious question, "Truth or dare?"
"Truth"
Daman understood now what she meant by 'interesting'. He decided to not shy off and to ask something bold, just like she did.
