The living room was dark and still, and for a moment it felt like there was no else in the entire world. Liv walked in from the kitchen wearing just a t-shirt, flicking switches and turning on floor lamps. The yellow light reflected off her tanned legs and pale, athletic ass.
I exhaled as I fell into the couch, spent in more ways than one. Pri surprised me by sitting against me and settling under my arm. For the first time our naked torsos touched, hot skin against hot skin. It was electric but somehow not sexual, contact for the sake of contact. It was a simple intimacy that I'd never experienced before.
She smelled faintly of sweat and chlorine. Draping my hand down, I traced my fingers along the dramatic tan lines on top of her breasts.
Liv leaned against the far armrest, facing us. Her knees were parted and although she was naked below the waist, it didn't seem to matter. It was a pose so casual that it almost made her exposed pussy into something completely normal.
Well, almost. Of course, I couldn't pull my eyes away from her pussy lips and the wisp of brown pubic hair above. A cold prickle of guilt touched my neck. Liv scrunched up her face as she fumbled with her phone and the TV remote at the same time. When Pri leaned across to take the remote, she saw me staring at Liv's nakedness. Rather than being angry, she looked sort of amused before tucking back against me.
Pri started something on the TV, some movie I hadn't heard of. It was foreign, maybe Dutch or something, and seemed to be about a young woman adapting to college life. Pri focused on the movie and Liv on her phone. I decided to space out for a few minutes and mindlessly read subtitles. It felt like a moment that I would want to remember but my brain was failing to record. Something bothered me.
"Hey, Liv," I said abruptly. "What about Ryan? I mean, is this okay?"
She glanced up at me over her phone and raised her eyebrows. "Why? You worried Ryan'll round up the debate team and come get you?" She must have seen something serious in my face and she made a dismissive motion with her hand. "It's fine. I'm just helping out."
Without taking her eyes off the screen, Pri grabbed my hand and idly massaged it. "I just needed a little help," she said. "Like a tour guide."
"Like a shaman," laughed Liv. "Sex shaman."
Pri laughed too. "Yea, a penis... guru."
"Okay, no," Liv snorted. Pri covered her face with her other hand, grimacing and laughing.
"Pizza on the way," said Liv, putting her phone facedown on the coffee table. She stretched in every direction, sliding down the couch until her feet almost touched us. We relaxed, nothing to do, nowhere to be. This was it. The perfect moment that I would commit to memory.
Maybe fifteen minutes later, the main character was talking to a man on the phone, her boyfriend back home. They were arguing bitterly. It started about something small, something that didn't matter, but it was clear they were fighting for the sake of fighting. Liv tried to clear her throat. She sounded phlegmy.
"Ryan's not, uh..." Liv said, trailing off. "He's taking a job in Kansas. State job."
She looked defeated, and when the scene changed she didn't notice. She was looking at her long, muscular legs as if inspecting them. Maybe she wondered if they were shapely, or strong, or whether she'd missed a spot shaving, whatever she needed to wonder while evaluating things. I watched her for too long and she caught my eye. She smiled a little and wiggled her toes playfully at me. Pri, of course, saw everything. She crawled across my lap, pushing me out of the corner and closer to Liv.
Pri ran the back of her hand lightly across my chest and whispered, "Footie rubs."
That was fairly direct. I grabbed Liv's heel with my free hand and squeezed, earning a sigh. I rotated through the basic massages I knew. The ball of her foot, along her arch, then pressing into the heel. We settled back in.
Deep into the film, the main character sat alone with a boy in her dorm room. Based on the books strewn across the bed they were supposed to be studying, but they were kissing instead, sweetly to start but with growing intensity. The three of us laughed a little bit. Studying didn't seem to be on anyone's mind, even in the movies. The scene quickly escalated into passionate sex, the boy kissing the girl's neck and biting at her bare breasts. The camera panned over them as they stripped their clothes off. You saw her tits and ass, and since it was a Dutch movie, you saw his erect penis.
Pri put her hand in my lap and grabbed the growing outline of my dick against my cotton pants. I gasped a little. I turned to her and she was right there, staring into my eyes. I bent my head and kissed her deeply. With fluttering eyelids, she parted my lips with her tongue and squeezed me through the fabric. We kissed like we were starving.
With a smack of lips, Pri pulled away and looked down. A dark spot of cum had formed on my pants. She looked back up at me with a big smile. Before I understood what was happening, she stuck her hand under my waistband and stroked me directly.
I held my breath. Pritha was touching me.
Earlier, even when Liv was jacking my cock for show, I'd been too anxious to touch her. Maybe I was afraid of breaking the spell, of waking up. There was nothing holding me back now.
I traced the back of my hand down her bare chest, brushing my knuckle against a stiff, brown nipple, then along her furry midriff before putting my hand down the front of her shorts. She was wet, so wet that my fingers slipped inside of her without resistance. She moaned into my mouth. I ran my finger up and down the shaft of her clit, spreading her cum around.
Her waistband was too tight. I shifted my arm around, straining, searching for the right angle. Once she realized, she lifted up her ass, pulled down her shorts, and flung them with a flick of her ankle. The crotch was so wet that they made a heavy sound when they hit the floor.
I struggled to pull down my own pants with one hand. I realized then that I had never stopped massaging Liv's foot, like I was mesmerized, on some kind of autopilot. I released it with a jolt and turned towards her.
Liv was leaning back into the far armrest, chin resting on her fist. She had an eyebrow raised and a dry little smirk on her face. Her other leg was bent, laying flat against the sofa, covering her sex from sight.
"Go on," said Liv, waving the back of her hand, barely covering her satisfaction. "I'm just watching a movie."
Pri pulled me back to her by the back of the head. Her breasts heaving, her free hand slowly pulled her clitoral hood forward and back, jacking herself off. We watched each other as she slowly reached for my cock, trailing her fingertips across my thigh. The moment she touched me, we exploded, pressing together.
Without bottoms, it was much easier to finger fuck each other. I groped Pri's pussy, plunging my middle finger between her slick lips. Each time I pushed inside, a breath caught in her throat, and each time I flicked the top of her clit, she released it with a moan.
Pri pulled away from my kiss just long enough to spit in her hand. She teased my cock, sliding her wet thumb along my slit, smearing my precum around my fat glans as fast as I could make it.
Earlier on the patio, when Liv had touched me, the contrast between her gray nail polish and my cockflesh had turned me on. The effect with Pri was so much more dramatic that I groaned. Her palms were light but the top of her hands and her arms were tanned brown. Losing control, I pumped my hips feebly, pushing my glistening, pink prick through her fingers.
"Oh, you love it," she whispered. Her voice sent a tingle, like fingertips, down my neck. "What am I doing to you? Describe it."
I couldn't say it, a pang of guilt twitching in my brain.
I masturbated at least once a day, often fantasizing about Pri while I did. I would search porn for terms like "interracial" and "Indian", looking to find porn stars that looked like us, a white man and a brown woman. Sometimes I felt ashamed at being so turned on, ashamed that I might be feeding into some fetish. Obviously porn objectified women, made them into playthings to fuck, and it was worse for women that weren't white. They would say things on camera about "white cock" and degrade themselves. It was fucked up, but it was the only place I could see a big, white dick fucking someone like Pri. I know the shame turned me on a little too.
"You're so beautiful," I whispered back. I clearly couldn't say what had just gone through my mind. "Your hands, your skin. Not because of, like..." She used her other hand to grab her breast, crushing it against her body, pinching her hard, brown nipple. Though she breathed a little heavier, she never broke eye contact. I'm not even sure she realized she was doing it.
I'd forgotten why I started talking. I don't know what part of that she reacted to but she bit the tip of her tongue and smiled. Though we slowed our pace, we continued to touch each other.
"You were so obvious, you know," she said, stroking me, pulling my cock down to examine it from above. "God, you would never look at me. It's like you were afraid I would catch you. But every time you said something funny you'd stare right at me to make sure I was laughing." She raised her eyebrows dramatically. "You're so not funny, by the way. But I like that you try hard."
"Oh yea?" I smiled. I was far more comfortable with banter like this. "Well, how do I kiss?" She leaned into me, probing my mouth with her tongue. We groped and twisted, searching for the best way to handfuck each other.
I lifted my fingers from her crotch to fondle her other nipple. When I pinched it, she moaned in appreciation, but grabbed my wrist and insistently forced my hand back down to her dripping pussy.
We were lost in each other for a long time. At some point, we were stroking each other back and forth to the same rhythm, like we were fucking for real.
"Oh, oh shit," she said, almost growling. "Keep going. Keep... doing that."
She slowly pulled her face away. I almost thought something was wrong when she placed her ear against my chest but she never slowed her busy hands. If anything, she seemed to increase the intensity. At the top of her motion, she squeezed my glans in her fist before stroking down my shaft again. Up and down, pumping my cock.
I melted. I couldn't believe it. It was Liv's "party trick" again. I breathed roughly through my nose, so close but desperate not to cum. I didn't want it to end.
Pri wasn't listening to my chest, I realized. She was looking across the couch. When I followed her eye line, I saw what had caught her attention.
Liv's foot remained extended towards us, but she'd raised her other leg to her chest, exposing her swollen, pink cunt. She mashed her clit beneath two fingers, grinding hard and fast, making a sloppy wet sound that I didn't even know I was hearing until I saw her fucking herself. Her hard little nipples stabbed into her t-shirt and she used a fingernail to casually flick them through the fabric. Her head lay to the side against a tall cushion, eyes glazed over as she watched us. A pink slip of tongue parted her lips.
She was such a horny girl, as bad or worse than we were. I grabbed her foot and stroked my cum-moistened thumb hard along the arch. She made an appreciative groan and tilted her head, smiling at me. Slowly, as if in stages, her eyes glazed over again, head falling limp against the pillow.
We watched Liv and she watched us. I think she wanted to turn us on even more because she lifted her shirt to her chin, groping her breasts with long, strong fingers. She was so fit that when she tensed up from her own pleasure, I could see the outline of ab muscles below her tits. My cock throbbed.
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