No person in this story is less than eighteen years of age.
Someone wrote and sang "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans ".
Nothing could be truer.
I would request all my readers to spare a few minutes and write whatever they felt after reading the stories, if possible.
Life was plain simple boring.
Exams over, all entrance tests over, sitting home doing nothing other than the usual routine with Ratan, nothing was good in life.
Tushi & I met quite a few times in between but somehow there was not enough push from him to go further and I was still shy to openly ask for it. I sucked him regularly and took his semen in my mouth and taught myself 'how to' without having that "I hate it" feeling to crop up while enjoying my pussy being sucked and boobs eaten. I also learned how to kiss and enjoy it.
I let my pubic and armpit hair grow, especially with active encouragement from both Ratan and Tushi though my 'girlfriends' wanted me to shave off both. My boobs were still growing but slowly and possibly with active daily use by Ratan were growing into firm C cups with medium sized nipples. That idiot still never tried to go further though I stayed mostly nude at home. He saw bite marks on my boobs (once face) made by Tushi regularly and I knew that he knew who made them but he never asked anything beyond looking at me sharply.
We, the 'girlfriends', met as usual, once in a week for our mutual masturbation and licking sessions which though they were nice in themselves were not adding anything new either. They though, as expected, asked about the boob bite marks, but I somehow avoided every time by promising one day I'll introduce him to the man who makes them.
The only thing different was Roma missing in our meets. Calls to her home brought the news that they have some relatives staying at their home from abroad and as such she is not having much time.
We were all missing her but possibly I was missing her the most - she and I were the bestest friends since lower nursery - the rest joined us later.
I called her one morning but found her phone dead (this was before cellphones becoming common instruments for all) and decided to visit her. Her home was not far off and I decided to take a rickshaw, wearing a white base red yellow green printed cotton sari and a white petticoat, red blouse with red underwear.
I reached in no time, went in through the graveled path to the main door and rang the bell.
While I was correcting my pleats covering my boobs (called anchal in Bengali), the door opened and a tall, fair, crew cut stranger was standing there wearing a pair of loose shorts with bare torso.
I looked at him asking "Is Roma home?"
He smiled at me and said "You must be her friend. Please come in."
I went in but he took me to the right side of the house and led me to a living room with a few seats and tables in between. Roma usually took me to the left side and then to the first floor to her room where they lived.
I sat down while he went in and brought me a glass of water.
He smiled at me while handing me the glass and said "Roma is the daughter of my brother. I will come and join you in a few minutes. Meanwhile, feel free Just a few minutes, promise."
I was feeling a bit uneasy as I knew by then that Roma is not home. However, I couldn't find a legitimate excuse to leave then and there without offending her uncle who treated me with care so far and while thinking all these, I started leafing through the stack of magazines on the side table when a large envelop fell down, spilling a horde of photographs in black and white.
I was a bit startled and rushed to push the photographs back in the folder when my eyes fell on them. They were the pictures of a young girl, about my age with no face.
Curious, I left the magazine, and leafed through the pictures individually.
All the pictures of the girl were in nude, in various postures, showing her from all directions.
Other than being nude, the pictures were beautiful and aesthetically shot. I did not have any experience of judging nude photographs but were sure that these were definitely not lewd.
The only facial pic was with her hair spilled over, completely hiding her face but I thought I recognized the ear rings she wore but couldn't recollect immediately.
I was checking each pic with full attention and didn't notice that he was back in the room and was watching me intently. Shocked, without knowing what to say, I stood up keeping the packet on the table with most of the pics spilled out.
Without thinking, I bent over to place the pics in the packet and in the hurry, my anchal slipped down and my boobs in blouse got exposed fully in front of him. I could feel his eyes intensely looking at the exposed cleavage top, which, in my hurry, had slipped slightly in excess out of the blouse and were clearly visible with my bra cups.
My hands were filled with the packet and the pics and I was trying to get them in place and keep them back and as such, for a few moments, my boobs remained fully exposed like that till I could keep the packet back properly and adjust the anchal to cover my top properly again. "Callous, stupid ass " I kept cursing myself silently and stood with my head bowed, having been caught stealthily going through someone else's property, without asking for permission.
He came closer to me standing like that, picked up the packet and asked me to sit down.
I did as told keeping my head down, not knowing how to get out of the situation.
He took out the pics, chose one from the bottom of the stack, gave it to me and said "Honest opinion only please."
In that particular pic, the girl was sitting like me, on the same sofa, possibly the same seat, face partially cut off, wearing a coloured sari (colour was not decipherable with black and white pic), deep cut white sleeveless blouse with bra straps clearly seen outside the blouse. The sari anchal was allowed to fall partially in front to give a clear view of her medium size boobs and her cleavage.
Somehow, the shot was erotic and enticing. I just could say "lovely."
In the next pic, the girl could be seen opening her top hook from her back, the anchal having fallen off her shoulder somewhere in front.
Each subsequent hook opening had a pic after that when her single fine white bra strap at her back was completely visible.
In the next pic, she opened the bra hooks completely and allowed the straps to move towards the sides, exposing her back fully, with blouse and bra ends visible.
The next pic was from the front, she is seen pulling out her bra under her blouse and her nipples and areolas are completely visible behind the blouse.
This was followed by a pic in which she can be seen throwing away her bra with her left boob side completely exposed.
