Getting Bi in Gujarat

"This is haram," Zahra Hamideh said as her classmate Richa Chuttani drew near, a cocky grin on her lovely face. Zahra felt her pulse quicken as Richa came toward her, and Zahra wasn't sure whether to kiss the cocky bitch or slap the shit out of her. I just might do both, Zahra thought, her eyes flitting over Richa's lithe yet curvy body. Richa looked great in a white and crimson Choli, the traditional feminine attire in deeply conservative Gujarat State.

"Zahra, come on," Richa said softly, and she took the other gal's hand and brought it to her lips. Zahra looked into Richa's eyes, and felt herself melting inside. Damn this Indian temptress for seducing me into haram things, Zahra thought, still fighting to resist the forbidden passions which Richa had awakened in her. When Richa's face drew close to hers, Zahra held her breath. After a lengthy hesitation, Zahra surprised herself by taking Richa's face into her hands and kissing her.

"First time kissing a gal," Zahra told Richa, grinning nervously, when they came up for air. Richa gently put her arms around Zahra's waist, embracing her. Slowly, gently, Zahra hugged Richa back, and then the two young women giggled. Richa kissed Zahra once more, and Zahra kissed her back quite passionately. It felt right, to embrace and to kiss. The passions they'd been denying themselves were the most natural thing in the world...

For weeks now, Zahra had been working with Richa Chuttani on the Special Industrial Project at Gujarat University's School of Architecture and Design, and things had grown tense between the two of them. Pairing Zahra with Richa had been Professor Patel's idea, and at first, both young women protested vehemently, pissed off at the idea of working together. When Alpha females meet in male-dominated environments like the School of Architecture and Design, they either team up or clash...

To say that Zahra Hamideh and Richa Chuttani came from different worlds would be an understatement. Zahra was born and raised in the City of Toronto, in the Ontario province of Canada. Zahra's father Ali Hamideh hailed from the environs of Hargeisa, Somalia, and her mother Eileen Carmichael was white, originally from the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia. At the age of twenty one, after completing her bachelor's degree in commerce at Ryerson University, Zahra decided to explore the world.

Zahra had always been fascinated by Indian culture and learned to speak fluent Hindi from her friends and classmates back in the environs of Brampton. The young Somali—Canadian Muslim woman should have known that interacting with a few South Asian folks in Brampton, Canada, and moving to an Indian university campus are two completely different things.

Upon enrolling for a semester at Gujarat University in the City of Ahmedabad, Gujarat State of India, the normally fearless Zahra Hamideh got more than she bargained for. Oh, the students and teachers at Gujarat University were friendly enough. Sure, Zahra stood out among them but they were usually nice to her. Nope, for Zahra, trouble came in the form of Richa Chuttani, the Indian gal with the angelic face and the kind of ass that tennis champion Serena Williams would envy.

At first, Zahra didn't know quite what to make of Richa, the tall and attractive but odd young Indian woman who stared hard at her whenever they ran into each other. There were a few foreigners at Gujarat University, mostly European students, with a smattering of Chinese and Arabs. Zahra was the only person of African descent. In fact, whenever Zahra went for a walk around the town of Ahmedabad, which surrounds the Gujarat University campus, she got stared at...a lot.

Zahra Hamideh is the kind of gal who stands out in a crowd. She's six-foot-tall, for starters, and curvy, with a caramel complexion, and golden brown eyes. Growing up in the City of Toronto, Ontario, Zahra knew she was unique, but being surrounded by such racial diversity made her feel quite comfortable. In the City of Toronto, interracial couples and their mixed-race sons and daughters are everywhere.

As the daughter of an African immigrant father and a white Canadian mother, Zahra might have stood out everywhere else but she was just another pretty face in the City of Toronto. Folks who were brown, black or yellow, or in some cases a mixture of all three were slowly starting to outnumber whites in the Greater Toronto Area. In the State of Gujarat's streets, however, Zahra felt like an alien...

"What are you thinking?" Richa asked Zahra as they lay in bed together. Zahra grinned and shrugged, simply savoring the moment. Richa flicked her tongue into Zahra's earlobe, causing the other gal to giggle. Richa Chuttani has known that she loves women ever since she could remember. Growing up, in order to figure out which ladies like ladies, all Richa had to do was look into their eyes. It was a strange, fascinating insight which Richa understood, but couldn't quite explain...

The Republic of India, with its multitude of ethnic groups, languages and religions, is a complex place. It's not an easy place to live in if a person happens to be bisexual, lesbian or gay. Richa Chuttani's parents Paresh and Sarita Chuttani threw a fit when they found out that she likes women. Richa got kicked out of her family home, and began working as the only female mechanic at Joshi's Shop near downtown Ahmedabad to make ends meet. Richa eventually saved up enough money to enroll at Gujarat University...

"This feels nice," Zahra said softly, and Richa gently kissed her shoulder. Reading Zahra's body language as receptive, Richa proceeded to give her a nice massage...after easing her out of her clothes of course. Richa smiled as she admired Zahra's body. Zahra was so tall and curvy, with full, ripe breasts, surprisingly slim hips, and a big round butt. Richa grinned and playfully smacked Zahra's ass, causing the other gal to squeal...

"Hmm, I've been wanting to spank that ass ever since you started arguing with me in class," Richa said, laughing while caressing Zahra's thick derriere. Women with curvy bodies and big round butts are Richa's weakness, and the tall, slim yet big-bottomed Gujarati Indian gal has a nice bum herself. Richa bent to literally kiss Zahra's thick ass, and then asked the other gal to turn over.

"What are you going to do to me?" Zahra asked, and Richa grinned, then slipped out of her clothes, revealing a tall, slim yet curvy, sexy body. Zahra looked at Richa and Richa could tell that what Zahra beheld amazed her. Richa looked into Zahra's eyes as she took the other woman's trembling hands and placed them on her breasts. Zahra smiled, and Richa nodded firmly. Zahra began to slowly, tentatively caress Richa's breasts, much to the other woman's delight.

"Go for it, gorgeous," Richa said softly, and Zahra nodded, and began caressing her. Richa drew Zahra into her arms, and they kissed passionately. Richa leaned back on the bed and spread her slim, muscular legs, opening herself to Zahra's touch. Smiling, Zahra slid her hand into Richa's pussy, and began pleasuring her. Zahra looked at Richa as she kissed a path from her lips to her throat, then made her way downward.

"Hmm, do you like that?" Zahra asked Richa as she looked into her eyes, and fingered her pussy. Richa nodded, urging Zahra to continue. When Zahra brought her face to Richa's crotch, the young Gujarati woman grinned eagerly. Do it, Richa thought, and Zahra kissed her sex, then began giving her a serious lick-down. For a supposed novice, Zahra took to eating pussy like a cat takes to hunting mice...and Richa was delighted by her.

"You thrill me, darling," Richa cooed softly, encouraging Zahra to continue pleasuring her. Zahra worked her entire fist inside Richa's pussy and began fisting her. Zahra flashed Richa a wild grin as she fucked her, delighting in the power she felt as she took control. Richa screamed passionately as Zahra fisted her. Emboldened, Zahra pinched Richa's nipples and playfully smacked her face while fisting her pussy, loving the way the other gal squirmed and cried out in sheer pleasure and exquisite pain...

"Oh fuck that was hot," Zahra said, smiling as she held Richa, who was slowly coming down from cloud nine. The young Gujarati woman looked at Zahra through moist eyes, her lips trembling. Richa grabbed Zahra and kissed her passionately, and then took her down. The two young women wrestled furiously for a few moments, rolling around on the bed, but though Zahra tried to flee, Richa managed to pin her down...

"Gotcha," Richa said, an almost feral grin on her face, and Zahra smiled up at the lithe beauty pinning her down. Zahra licked her lips coyly, and Richa kissed her once more, then proceeded to ravish her. Richa kissed Zahra's throat, and caressed her breasts, rubbing her erect nipples before sliding her hand between the Somali-Canadian Muslim beauty's thick thighs. As Richa's fingers wormed their way into her vagina, Zahra sighed happily.

"Fuck me like you mean it," Zahra said boldly as Richa fucked her roughly, pinching her nipples, rubbing her clit, and slamming her fingers into her pussy. When Richa put her on all fours, snacked her big ass and then fisted her from behind, Zahra cried out passionately, loving what her sultry, bossy lover was doing to her. To really shine Zahra on, Richa proceeded to sit on her face, smothering her visage with her big brown booty. In this position, Richa had the pleasure of having her pussy eaten by Zahra like a queen on her throne. It was awesome...

"Hmm, Zahra, if the girls in Toronto are all like you, I just might move there," Richa told her new lover, as they lay in bed together. On the TV, an old-school flick, Bend It Like Beckham, starring an athletic young Indian gal and a young white woman whose friendship could have totally become more, was playing. Zahra was only half-watching the film. After making love to another woman for the first time, she felt absolutely fantastic. Instead of replying to Richa's statement, Zahra turned around and kissed her. They totally forgot about the movie, and Toronto's distant shores soon after that...