Doyel kept sipping her tea for some time with feigned concentration and wondering where the eyes of her friends were. She could feel her wetness at the thought and the anticipation. She wondered if Samar would notice, being seated directly in front of her. Neither Samar nor Arup had touched their cups. Arup was intently focussed on Doyel's nipple, the one closer to him. He could clearly see the light brown nipple and the light brown areola around it. Her areola was not too big. It covered just the right area. He could make out the slight puckering on the brown area. He could also make out the small indent in the middle of her erect nipple, standing proud about a quarter inch tall. Mesmerising! It surprised him how close he was to her naked body, to be able to make out such details.
Samar, on the other hand, could not remove his eyes from her lower lips. Although he was seeing it from a little distance, even then he was able to make out the lips clearly, the outer ones at least. He could see them parted slightly. He could also make out the slight pink insides, and the light reflecting on it made it clear to him now that Doyel was indeed quite wet. He wanted to move closer to it, inspect its wonders, but kept his calm and stayed where he was. He had a feeling his patience would be rewarded and was certain that Doyel was not going anywhere.
Doyel was very aware of the gazes in her direction but kept sipping her tea nonchalantly. She took another sip and looked at the clock. They had almost another half hour. She decided that she needed to take the first step towards normalising her nudity in front of the boys.
"Who did I prepare this tea for?" she asked the boys, now looking at their faces one by one. The boys shifted their gazes from her breast and her crotch and looked at her. Understanding that this was an instruction, they proceeded to take their cups from the tray and started having their tea.
Doyel started conversing on a completely different topic, something related to their academics. She decided to talk on their English classes, a subject which all four of their group took an active interest in. Gradually, after much probing and opinionated questions, she succeeded in engaging Samar and Arup in a conversation. Eventually, after about ten minutes, it was apparently forgotten that Doyel was naked in the room with Arup and Samar, and they were having an animated discussion. They finished their tea, but the conversation continued. Doyel noticed that while Samar was still talking to her breasts, Arup was making eye contact with her and consciously trying to avoid looking elsewhere. The situation was surreal for her. She was so turned on by this that she started feeling wet again.
As if on cue, Samar, while continuing the conversation, rose from the chair and came to stand at her side by the bed. Doyel glanced in his direction once, but returned to the conversation, not paying much attention to him. Arup had insisted on a very interesting argument in their ongoing debate, and Doyel was focused on arguing about it. She suddenly felt a hand on her breast, took a sharp breath and lost track of her argument. She looked at her side and found Samar intently looking at her breast and caressing it. Doyel tried to ignore him consciously, continuing her conversation with Arup. However, Samar's ministrations were distracting her enough to make her falter in her arguments. She could see Arup too making a tremendous effort focusing on the debate. For Arup too, it was quite difficult, as both Doyel and Samar were in his line of sight, and he could clearly see how blatantly Samar was playing with Doyel's breast and nipple. Arup was even more turned on by the fact that Doyel was not stopping him, rather trying to be as cooperative and nonchalant as possible, given the circumstances.
Arup was even more spellbound when Samar moved his hand from Doyel's breast and gently nudged her on her buttock, and she gradually lifted herself up. At first, Doyel was unsure of what Samar wanted her to do, her mind being already torn between sitting naked between her two guy friends, Samar's gentle caresses on her body, her own erotic high, and the ongoing debate with Arup. But then realisation dawned on her, and she went on all fours, guided by Samar. She was now facing Arup, with her palms and knees on the bed, breasts proudly hanging, nipples erect to the point that it was almost painful, and her posterior, in all its exposed glory, facing Samar. Arup was still talking, albeit with a stutter, and Doyel tried to keep up with the conversation, her mind working on overdrive. She did not stop Samar as she wanted to see how far this could go in the limited time they now had. She had realised earlier that her father would be home any minute now.
"Arup, would you please bring my nightie here? It is on the hook on the kitchen wall," she managed to ask just before Samar's finger landed right on her butthole. She immediately moaned. Arup stopped the conversation, nodded and got out from his place on the bed near the window. But Doyel did not see his nod.
The moment Samar started playing with her butthole, she had changed her position. Now instead of her palms, her elbows were resting on the bed, and her head was buried between them. This made her posture even more alluring to Samar. He now had full access to both her holes. He was playing with her rosebud, while observing the wetness of her cunt, a wetness which seemed to be gradually increasing. Samar was mesmerised at the sight presented to him, once again. Inwardly, he doubted if there could ever come a time when Doyel would fail to surprise him, even though he had seen all of her by now. He was fascinated by her rosebud and wanted to explore it even more. He knew he might need some lubrication. He started running his finger along her slit, hoping to insert it and bathe it in her juices.
"Yellow," Doyel hissed between her shallow breaths. He understood, he could keep running his finger along her slit, but she would not allow him to insert it, not yet. He kept running his finger along her slit at all angles to get it thoroughly wet. With the copious volume of juices she was leaking, it did not take long. Thereafter, he embarked on his true mission.
Samar rested one finger at the opening with just a slight bit of pressure, waiting for a possible warning. Surprisingly, the warning did not come. So, he took the opportunity and started inserting his middle finger. Doyel kept moaning and sighing. Both Doyel and Samar were under the impression that this might hurt. But Doyel was surprised that there was no pain yet. She could feel his probing finger gradually entering more and more in her hole, but the only sensation she derived was an unfamiliar fullness. She could feel his first knuckle go in, she moaned. She then felt the second knuckle go in, she sighed. Finally, she felt his fist on her buttock. She realised she had taken his entire finger, and she felt a high she had never experienced before. But the pain she expected never came. She reasoned that possibly because Samar had taken his time and lubricated his finger, and inserted very slowly, her hole adjusted itself to absorb the pressure. This was completely uncharted territory for her, and she realised that there was a lot she would like to learn. For the moment, however, she was having a tough time deciding on her emotions. She felt exposed, vulnerable, humiliated, violated, appreciated, loved, and horny at the same time. Her bottom hole, according to her, was the most private part of her body, and it was no longer virgin. True, it was only a finger, but technically, it had been now impregnated by a 'male member' nevertheless. She felt the fullness and realised she was on the brink of an orgasm as intense as she had never experienced before.
Unbeknownst to Doyel, Arup had brought her nightie back from the kitchen and was now standing next to Samar, who was looking at him with amazement in his eyes. Samar could not believe that he had his entire middle finger in her wrong hole! However, Arup's gaze was transfixed on Doyel's lewdly exposed holes - the rosebud filled with Samar's finger, and just below it, the flower itself in all its glory, slightly agape, with a trickle of dew flowing from the clit towards her abdomen. Doyel's face was buried between her hands and her hair, her elbows and knees resting on the bed, her back arched seductively, her breasts dangling close to the bed, her nipples looking hard like bullets, and her buttocks right in front of their faces. In the otherwise complete silence of the room, her soft whimpers could be heard quite clearly.
As Samar and Arup stood watching, with Samar's finger still in Doyel's butthole, she started shaking. It was a low tremor at first but soon started escalating to a shortness of her breath and rapid rhythmic movement of her stomach. The boys just stood initially, with their eyes wide at the unfolding event. Samar eventually reacted. He started gradually pulling his finger out from inside her. This seemed to stimulate her even more. Her breathing grew more ragged and her whimpers hoarser. Once Samar completely extracted his finger from her hole, she lifted her elbows and put her palms on the bed, faced the roof with her eyes closed, and let out a very long throaty groan. At the end of the groan, she leaned to a side, and let herself fall on the bed, completely spent.
Two pairs of eyes kept taking the sight in, still unbelieving of their luck. The beauty lying naked on the bed, her long dark hair spread everywhere, her face pointing upward, eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, nostrils flaring slightly with each breath, her slender neck covered by a very thin layer of perspiration despite the air conditioning, her one arm beneath her side and the other lightly across her chest, just beneath her breasts, which were rising and falling with each of her deep breaths, the darkish nipples still rock hard, her toned belly keeping the rhythm with her breasts, with the alluring belly button at the centre, her legs crossed one above the other with a slight hint of moisture on a thigh, her toned shins and her feet fully relaxed, it was nothing short of a heavenly sight for the young boys looking at her. They wanted this to never end. But as Arup looked at the clock, he was positive that they were probably drawing to a close, and fast. He nudged Doyel on her buttock.
"Hey, are you alright?" Arup asked her, his palm on her butt cheek.
"Yes," she whispered softly, "give me a minute."
Doyel was spent. It was the most explosive orgasm she had ever experienced. She realised she was close, and when Samar started pulling out his finger, everything started erupting at once. She had her eyes closed and could literally see the fireworks inside her head. The moment his finger was out, her whole body went stiff. Then when the convulsions started, she could barely hold it together, even though she tried to. But then she decided to let it go. All her thoughts and the events of the day came down together, and she lost herself in the feelings. Once the convulsions were over and she gained a little strength in her arms, she lay down to catch her breath, all thoughts of her exposure momentarily obliterating from her mind. She was in a state of perfect bliss. She felt it lasting for an eternity, although it had only been a couple of minutes. She regained her senses once Arup nudged her. She knew it was time for her father to return and they did not have much time left. Slowly she sat up and then got down from the bed. When she stood, she realised her knees were still weak from the earlier exertions and as an after effect of the massive orgasm. However, she still managed to stand upright and asked for her nightie, which Arup handed over to her. She took it and wore it without a word. She then walked to the dressing table mirror to check her overall appearance. Her hair was a mess, and she looked exhausted. But considering the circumstances, she looked alright, she decided. She combed her hair to give her appearance some semblance of decency, enough that her father would not notice anything odd.
Just as she was putting down the comb, the doorbell rang for the third time that day. She checked from the window and found it was indeed her father. She looked back at the boys.
