Written in collaboration with Dalhia 57 who provided a large part of the plot.
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While Naina and Dan were training in a gym in the East of France, Ritu was mourning her sister. It was the first time she was separated from her and she didn't like it at all. Tom had done his best to soothe her, remaining with her all the time and working to her side. The situation was new to him too. Twins always share a special type of communication! The situation was even more difficult as the twin male professors had chosen twin student girlfriends and both of them were equally sad.
They had fucked together the previous night but they were not in the mood. A phone call from Tim and Naina had briefly made them happy again but they understood that they had had a very pleasant trip together and that Dan was receiving them lushly. Their sadness was not alleviated by such news. They were happy for their brother and sister, for sure, but also somewhat jealous of them. Naina had been exultant about her new experience. In New Delhi, she was wearing only kameez while Ritu had opted for skirts and Tee shirts. Tim and Tom had made them increase their ward robe considerably. Their cupboards, at the origin half empty were now overfilled with skirts, dresses, sweaters, pulls, bras and knickers of any color and variety.
But Naina would never have dreamed of wearing a eight inches large pleated micro skirt, a part of the naughty school girl uniform Leena had lent her. She had made hundreds of men lust after her in Paris and everything considered, it had been a rather pleasant experience from what Naina had told to her sister.
Ritu emerged from her gloomy mood as she wanted to appear really good to visit Professor Leena and her husband. Peter had truly impressed her with his calm and serenity. He was older by ten years at least than his wife and his hair was silver. He had kissed Ritu's hand the first time they had met in a deliciously old fashioned way that had thrilled her. He seemed completely out of his place in this century and that was that unctuousness that had fascinated her. The phlegmatic appearance of Englishmen had left a deep imprint in Indians' minds.
She went to the hairdresser to have a blow dry to have a perfect look that evening. Since she had installed in her new home, her hair had grown longer. Tom, like his brother loved long hair. Ritu and her sister had seen no point in denying them that pleasure. They had just told them jokingly they wouldn't let it grow longer than their ankles. Naina's mane has already reached her buttocks and Ritu's one, shorter at the origin, was now at her waist. At this rate, their ankles would be reached in less than a year and the joke wasn't really funny any more, now!
Ritu had decided to wear an orange sleeveless crop top which let her midriff bare, hip hugging white jeans that flared out under her knees and stiletto patent pumps. Tim wasn't there, otherwise he would have insisted for Naina to put on a traditional saree. Tom would have followed suit and Ritu would have surrendered. Without his brother's guidance, Tom was way cooler and let her wear whatever she wanted.
Tom had also decided to arrive in style too : he had put on a shirt and a tartan tie. Thick coats were mandatory as the weather was cold and windy. Ritu had chosen a short red one. Red suited perfectly well on her dark complexion, but dark was a gross overstatement as she was just a bit darker than her sister Naina, who could have pretended to be a white woman without her large expressive eyes.
Leena opened the door and let them in. She was wearing a very expensive looking see through bright yellow saree with a very beautiful lace pallu. Peter was wearing a black kurta with white pajamas that made him even haughtier. Leena kissed Ritu on both cheeks but Peter surprised her by kissing her straight on the lips like Tom did usually. Tom and Peter exchanged a vigorous shake hand but Leena surprised Ritu once more by moving sinuously toward Tom, flaunting her luscious hips and her big breasts as if she wanted to seduce him. They kissed tenderly on the lips, just as two lovers did. The nerve of that sluttish woman, kissing her Tom that lewdly in front of her! But she couldn't protest.
Leena asked news from Tim and Naina. She was pleased to learn that the short skirt she had lent to her had been a big hit on the streets of Paris.
- So the uniform of our demeanor school was to the taste of Parisian people. I'll give her a complete outfit! Would you be interested, too? I have one here!
Leena was nearly sure that the shy Ritu would decline the proposal but it was the young Indian girl's turn to surprise her professor!
- Oh thank you, professor. I wanted to ask you where I could buy one. Tom was fascinated by it when Naina left for the train station! Could I try it on?
- For sure, dear! Come with me. But I had told you to call me Leena when we aren't at Uni!
- Oh Sorry, Leena! It's the habit.
Leena drew out of a cupboard a complete uniform still in its original wrapping. She took off her jeans, her crop top, her shoes and her undies to appear stark naked in the glory of her youth. She rapidly sorted her new clothes, put on her thin white blouse and her very short pleated skirt. It was so short that it barely covered her pussy. She hastily made two plaits with her long hair in the traditional school girl fashion with two tartan ribbons ending them. She adjusted a tartan tie to her neck and put her cap with an enticing slope on her head. She finished the job by putting on tartan socks and small flat patent shoes. There was even a cardigan in matching colors.
Leena whistled :
- God! You really have the look of our school. Swathri would love to have you among her students and my dear Gupta, too! Would you like to enlist for the next session?
Leena was surprised again when Ritu boldly accepted the proposal.
- If it's compatible with my studies, I would volunteer. I'm curious to discover what kind of courses is given there! I can't speak for my sister but I think she may enlist, too!
