Nimish was the last one to leave the room. He didn't know what to tell Anjila; his girl friend. This wasn't an airport or a railway station where he would hug her and say some sentimental parting lines. He wasn't sure if she really wanted to go through this either. May be she was the one who said no in the vote. But looking at her it didn't seem so. She wasn't making any attempt to reach him either. In fact she remained still. He glanced at her once hoping she would glance too. She didn't. He finally went away.
Hemant was instantly on his feet as if he was waiting for the moment when the room would be empty except for the two; Anjila and him. He locked the door from inside and turned towards her. She looked at him. He smiled. She reciprocated nervously.
"Are you and Nimish a happy couple?" He was standing by the door.
"Why?"
"Just like that."
"I would like to think so."
"Your parents don't have any problem because of the religion thing?"
"They don't know yet."
"Hmm." Hemant ambled to the other end of the bed. "What did you vote?"
"A yes. You?" Anjila was suddenly soft. The fierceness that she often showcased in front of Nimish seemed a thing of the past.
"Yes, of course." He said. She threw an appreciative smile at him.
"You always wanted another man?"
His questions were probing her dark side.
"No. Its all in the fun spirit right?"
"You really think so? We are literally swapping partners only for fun? Yeah, it could be a part of it but its not the whole of it."
"What's the whole of it?"
"That we all were looking for an excuse." He laughed in an eerie manner. Few silent minutes passed by.
"Did you have anyone in mind while picking up a mobile phone?" Hemant asked.
"Not really." Anjila said turning towards him to have an easy conversation. While doing so she lifted her legs on the bed and folded it to be comfortable. Hemant ogled at her legs. She noticed but didn't react. The shorts and sleeveless tee now seemed like less clothing.
"You said in your wish that there was someone you wanted to do among the girls here. Who is it?"
"It's you." Hemant was prompt.
Anjila suffered a compulsive laughter. "Its me because I happened to choose you, right? Had it been someone else it would have been her."
"No, I am serious. I have liked you from the day Pritha introduced us."
Anjila checked her laughter. There was indeed a genuineness in his voice which kind of aroused her.
"Really?"
"Yes. Of all the girls you are the most womanly."
She knew what he meant by that. It was something she was proud of; her body: 34d-28-36.
"Thanks." She said.
"So, how do you like it?"
Anjila liked the straight-to-the-point attitude of Hemant but didn't tell him about it.
"As in?"
"Rough, sensual or whatever?"
"Sensual I guess."
"Hmm, if you don't mind may I know how is your sex life like? Do Nimish and you do it often?"
Anjila swallowed a lump since she was confused if she should tell him the truth which was they had done it only twice. The first time was quick and the second was uninteresting for her. Not that Nimish wasn't well endowed but he could do with a lesson with how to use Nimish junior to please her.
"Twice." She said.
"Only?"
"How many times have you done Pritha?"
"I don't even remember." He smiled.
An image of Hemant fucking Pritha conjured in her mind and Anjila for a trice thought Pritha was lucky.
"I think if I strip first you'll be comfortable. What say?"
"Yeah, okay."
Hemant stood up and doffed his vest looking at her. Anjila noticed his hairy chest which wasn't worked out but looked strong. His shoulders were broad as well. His belly was slightly protruding but his overall girth made up for it. Next he tugged down his knickers. His legs looked flabby but there was a manliness in his overall structure which Nimish didn't have. Anjila couldn't believe she was already comparing.
"You want me to go full monty or it's okay for the time being?"
Anjila could see the buldge in his underwear. An urge to see it in all its nakedness knocked her. "Full." She said.
"Okay."
Hemant spent no time to tug down his underwear. He stood naked in front of Anjila. For few seconds she kept looking down at his groin. It was a decent size with a slight curve in the end.
"You like what you see?"
Anjila nodded. She could now sense her arousal.
"I'm glad." He said. "Now if you don't mind, its your turn."
Anjila kept sitting on her place.
"I would love it if you could also stand like me and strip."
Anjila moistened her lips and climbed down the bed. She stood few steps away from Hemant whose dick, she noticed, had grown an inch more. There was silence as if she was waiting for more commands from her one night lover. For a moment she wondered about Nimish. He had been paired with Pritha. Had they already started fucking each other?
"Don't you have any problem with Pritha fucking Nimish?" She asked.
"Not right now. This is a sinful night. I'll be happy if she is happy."
The statement also reminded Anjila this was her night to experience someone other than Nimish as well and see where it took her. That was the point of the entire switch: to experience another lover which under normal circumstances wouldn't have been a possibility for this was a group act and when something is done at a mass level its becomes a shared guilt and hence less sharp.
Anjila held her tee and pulled it over raising her hands. Hemant saw her shaved armpits and grasped his dick. As he slowly massaged it, he saw her close her eyes.
"Could you please keep your hands in the raised position? I would like to see your armpits."
Anjila did as he wanted and stood with closed eyes and hands raised. Hemant slowly flicked his dick ogling at her slightly sweaty armpits. His fetish for it was obvious. A minute later he said, "Please go ahead now.
She didn't open her eyes while unhooking her bra. Her breasts were one of the most delicious, particularly the chocolate brown erect nipples, looking pair he had ever seen. And at 37 Hemant had seen quite a lot of them. As she placed her clothes on the bed her breasts juggled a bit which further aroused Hemant. She looked at him and managed an awkward smile. He was now shamelessly massaging his dick up and down. Anjila noticed it but didn't say a word. She unbuttoned her shorts and came out of it. Then rolled down her panty and stepped out of it as well. Her pussy was trimmed.
"So?" She had to clear her voice to talk properly. Hemant didn't say anything. He walked towards her. When he reached her, he pushed her on the bed. And opened her legs to position himself between her legs. Only the base of his shaft touched her semi-wet pussy. His chest crushed her breasts as he kissed her forehead, then her nose and lastly her lips. In the next second she found Hemant was sucking her tongue and intentionally spitting inside her mouth. As a reflex she held onto to his body tightly. It was stronger than Nimish was all she could think at that moment. Hemant broke the smooch and asked, "How many guys have been with till now?"
The statement also reminded Anjila this was her night to experience someone other than Nimish as well and see where it took her. That was the point of the entire switch: to experience another lover which under normal circumstances wouldn't have been a possibility for this was a group act and when something is done at a mass level its becomes a shared guilt and hence less sharp.
Anjila held her tee and pulled it over raising her hands. Hemant saw her shaved armpits and grasped his dick. As he slowly massaged it, he saw her close her eyes.
"Could you please keep your hands in the raised position? I would like to see your armpits."
Anjila did as he wanted and stood with closed eyes and hands raised. Hemant slowly flicked his dick ogling at her slightly sweaty armpits. His fetish for it was obvious. A minute later he said, "Please go ahead now.
She didn't open her eyes while unhooking her bra. Her breasts were one of the most delicious, particularly the chocolate brown erect nipples, looking pair he had ever seen. And at 37 Hemant had seen quite a lot of them. As she placed her clothes on the bed her breasts juggled a bit which further aroused Hemant. She looked at him and managed an awkward smile. He was now shamelessly massaging his dick up and down. Anjila noticed it but didn't say a word. She unbuttoned her shorts and came out of it. Then rolled down her panty and stepped out of it as well. Her pussy was trimmed.
"So?" She had to clear her voice to talk properly. Hemant didn't say anything. He walked towards her. When he reached her, he pushed her on the bed. And opened her legs to position himself between her legs. Only the base of his shaft touched her semi-wet pussy. His chest crushed her breasts as he kissed her forehead, then her nose and lastly her lips. In the next second she found Hemant was sucking her tongue and intentionally spitting inside her mouth. As a reflex she held onto to his body tightly. It was stronger than Nimish was all she could think at that moment. Hemant broke the smooch and asked, "How many guys have been with till now?"
"First Nimish and now you."
"You kidding me? Didn't anyone wooed you in college?"
"Lots. But I was too cocky."
"It seems Nimish left a lot for me but I won't leave much for him or the third one after tonight." He smiled at her. She liked his sexual humor. It made her feel desirable. She saw Hemant club her breasts together in his large hands and then suck her nipples hard. Too hard for her comfort.
"Slowly."
Hemant only sucked harder circling the nipples with his tongue, flicking them roughly and then biting them at times. Getting licked by someone other than Nimish opened up dirty vistas in her mind. she realized she wanted it from a long time now. To be touched the way Hemant's tongue touched her.
