It was raining heavily when the auto stopped outside the apartment that Sameera was staying in. Despite the protection provided by the auto rickshaw she was completely drenched and her clothes were clinging to her body like second skin. She knew that the contours of her breasts would be visible and hence she had the money ready in her hand. She did not want to give the auto driver an opportunity to ogle and well, get ideas. As the auto sped off, she entered inside the apartment and the first thing she did was to kick off her sandals.
Entering the apartment in bare feet which were wet, the next thing Sameera did was to switch on the light and look at herself in the mirror. God! It was good that she had disposed off the auto from outside because her thick dark nipples could clearly be seen through the transparent T shirt.
Sameera had been sharing this one bedroom apartment with her close friend Ritu for more than three months now. Initially they both were in the hostel but here they were staying for a tuition course that was now complete. Ritu was to leave early next morning and Sameera had expected Ritu to be home when she returned and was quite surprised to see that Ritu had not yet returned.
She picked up her cell and dialed Ritu's number." Oh hi! I got absolutely drenched, yaar. What it will take you some more time. God! Ritu, you are absolutely impossible! You have to leave early. Anyway I am downing two sleeping pills, so will see you in Allahabad." Both the girls belonged to Allahabad but Ritu was first going to Lucknow and after staying there for a week would be coming to Allahabad.
Now for some sleep, Sameera thought. She had thought that she would sleep in the jeans and T shirt but now that option was not available. Well, the next best option was to sleep topless. A skimpy panty would have to do the duty of a nightwear. Both she and Ritu had seen each other nude but both had taken care never to stare. And frankly she had never slept topless before but today it was more because of necessity than for any other reason. She did not want to crush the other items of clothing that she had so painstakingly packed.
22 year old Sameera had a body that would give many established models a run for their money. Generous and firm 34 B size breasts complimented her 5 feet 7 inches body that was tall by Indian standards. She took off almost all the clothes before entering the small room that served as a dressing room for the girls. Once inside she permitted herself some vanity and admired her nude self. The slender neck, the flawless satin skin, the shapely breasts capped by chocolatish brown nipples with small aerola, the sparse hair in the shaped pussy which did not do much to hide the lips of the labia, the long and lovely legs and the nail polished bare feet. There was a long and black beauty spot not unlike the shape of a heart, that was situated at the top of her right thigh. It had been a matter of some consolation to Sameera that the mark was situated so high that it would be visible only if she went nude and the chances of that were remote. Her nude body was a sight that could have stopped anyone in his tracks. She took out a sheet to cover herself and wrapped it clumsily around her waist. Going to the bedroom, she bent towards the side drawer and fumbled in the medicine box for the sleeping pills. She groaned on finding that the box was empty. Cursing Ritu under her breath she switched off the light and tried to sleep.
Sameera could not remember the time but after a while she heard the sound of a motor cycle and the sound of two people. God, Ritu must be nuts. Arriving on a motorcycle in this rain. Sameera felt nervous. Ritu was not alone and here she was in the bed virtually nude. Hopefully whosoever had come to drop her would leave soon. After all he too would want to get to wherever he was staying. Nevertheless, despite these thoughts, Sameera felt nervous and aroused at the same time.
The bedroom door opened. Ritu stopped in the doorway when she noticed that the light was out.
"Oh. She's already asleep," Ritu said. She stood there for a moment, evidently at a loss. "I was thinking that, well, she'd just excuse herself and go somewhere else."
"Hey, it's okay. And by the way where would she go in this rain" said a deep voice, a male voice. "I'll just head back to my place. I've had a great time ..."
"You're not going anywhere. You will fall ill." Ritu said firmly. "Come on in. We can whisper. Sameera'll sleep through anything."
"Are you sure?"
In response, Sameera could hear the guy being dragged towards Ritu's bed. Oh, hell, Sameera thought. Now what am I supposed to do? I should probably say something, let them know that I'm really awake. But a moment later it was too late: she heard two bodies hitting Ritu's bed, followed by a high-pitched, drunken giggle from Ritu.That idiot of a girl has had drinks and that too when she has to leave early in the morning.
"You're sure she's asleep?" the guy asked.
His voice was deeply masculine, even as a whisper. Sameera imagined a broad, muscular chest and dark hair.
"God, Ritu. You are all wet!" he continued before Ritu could answer.
Ritu did not reply but Sameera could hear the sound of Ritu getting out of clothes. This was leading to something that Sameera had not imagined in her wildest dreams. Two young girls..one almost nude, another getting nude, night time and a young man. What if he just raped them! Perhaps she should do what she was in bed for i.e. try to fall asleep.
But it was no use. She couldn't fall asleep. Maybe just a quick peek, Sameera thought. She hesitated for a moment, then rolled over as silently as she could. Very cautiously, she raised her eyelids a sliver. She was facing across the small room towards Ritu's bed. She'd been in the dark for a while, and her eyes had adjusted – Ritu and her friend were visible on the bed, though only just. They lay on their sides, the guy with his back to Sameera. Ritu had her arms around him and she had pushed up his shirt so that her hands caressed the bare skin of his back. The couple seemed to be kissing enthusiastically. And he did indeed have broad shoulders and dark hair, just as Sameera had known he would.
Ritu had taken off her jeans which was understandable. After all she was wet as a fish. Now she sat up and reached for the hem of her tank top.
Her eyelashes still blocked her view a little, giving the scene a muddled sense of unreality. Ritu moved in dreamy slow motion, drawing her shirt gradually upwards. The smooth skin of her waist came into view first, then the slightly rounded stomach, then the sheer bra. Sameera knew that Ritu was fond of delicate and expensive lingerie. Finally, Ritu wiggled her torso to get the top over her shoulders. Her face disappeared for a moment as she extracted her hair. She threw the top in Sameera's direction, and Sameera caught her breath. But Ritu didn't notice. Her eyes were on the guy, savoring his reaction as the bra slid off her shoulders.
Ritu understood the effect her bare breasts were having on the boy. She looked down at him with a knowing smirk. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him. Her breasts touched him first, her hard nipples flattening against the exposed skin of his chest. Their arms went around each other and their lips met again, more urgently this time. Ritu's hair fell over both of them
Sameera tried to control herself, to calm her breathing. It seemed so loud. Could they hear her? Could they tell she was awake? They were so close – she could smell the excitement steaming off of their skin. Ritu had begun to slowly wriggle her hips, grinding them against the guy's crotch. He groaned audibly. Abruptly, he put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her butt and flipped her onto her back. Ritu giggled and lifted her head up to nibble at his ear.
In response he leaned over and Sameera saw his tongue flick out and swirl around one nipple. Ritu gasped, and something inside Sameera melted. A warmth flowed up from her center, making her feel light-headed and faint. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to control the feelings. But her nipples had become painfully hard, and the contact with her arms felt like an electric shock. She subconsciously slid one hand down between her legs.
The man pushed awkwardly at his boxer shorts. He lifted his hips and yanked the waistband until they began to move down, revealing a slim, muscular butt. Sameera licked her lips nervously. He finally kicked his shorts off and lay on his side, wearing only his unbuttoned shirt. And then he got out of that as well, and he was completely naked. His dark, wavy hair lapped over his neck, down to where smooth muscles played under his shoulder blades as he pulled Ritu towards him. His back blocked Sameera's view of whatever they were doing.
