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Chapter:02
The night had begun much like any other Saturday night. The warm summer's night in Mumbai promised a time filled with good times as Disha sat on the edge of her and her boyfriend Suman's bed, slowly lacing up the black knee-high boots that she had decided to go out on her night out with her best friends-Payal,Puja and Nidhi. It was the birthday party of Nidhi, so they had all decided to celebrate the birthday party at Nidhi's house. Nidhi being an air hostess, always loved to live her life in her way, breaking all the social norms and formalities. She was completely an independent woman who didn't care what others think about her. But, Payal was exactly opposite of Nidhi, she was always a timid, traditional girl who was always loyal to her family, friends and her long time partner Siddharth. Being an editor of a reputed magazine she firmly believed that women empowerment didn't mean to live life without morality. Nidhi and Payal always fought for their views and lifestyles but at the end of the day, they were very good friends. On the other hand, Puja was just like Disha neither too much modern like Nidhi nor too much conservative like Payal. Like Disha, she wanted to enjoy life maintaining a fine balance between freedom and restrictions. Disha liked the term "Traditional Modernist" to describe herself and Puja. Since collegedays, all of them no matter whatever happened, always stood at each other's sides like blood sisters. After passing out from the college, Disha had been working in an IT firm while Puja was a successful banker. So, all of them were enjoying their lives in their ways without depending on their families.
Yesterday, Nidhi called her to come to her house to celebrate her birthday party and she strictly mentioned that it would be a girls night only. Disha thought that her boyfriend Suman would be sad but when she told him about Nidhi's condition, he was quite happy. He told her that he would also invite his friends to his(as well as Disha's) house to celebrate a boy's party and he would not allow any girls in his party.
However, so far all that had turned up was his friend Adi. Adi was a nice enough guy; Disha had met him a couple of times, though not got to know him overly well. He was a lot like Suman in many ways, short dark hair and so on, only a little larger in every way.
Adi was a little taller and somewhat more muscular than Suman. He was often more bold and outgoing, not that Suman wasn't, it was just that Adi seemed to think less and often seemed careless about the consequences. Disha was often told by Suman that Adi only wanted to get as much fun out of life as he could, and he always seemed to go to extremes.
Disha lifted her other leg to the bed after finishing one boot and started lacing up the second as she listened to the two guys downstairs. No doubt Suman had a beer or two already cracked open and the two were watching IPL, or knowing Adi, maybe even some extreme sport where people break bones more often than not.
"Yeah, but the cheerleaders of IPL are hotter than the WWE girls..." Disha heard Suman commenting, bringing to her lips a faint smile. Whenever she dressed for him as a cheerleader, Suan loved that.
"I don't know dude, you gonna think that the ring girls love being around a real man..." Adi began to respond and, when she stopped listening to them, Disha chuckled softly at herself. What intriguing discussions men had, so insightful and reflective.
Disha stood on her heeled-boots at the end of the last boot and walked over to the full-length mirror opposite the bed, smoothing her clothes as she went.
As her reflection came into view, Disha's luscious lips curled with a delighted smile. As she knew she would look hot in it, she had selected the black summer dress even though she did not want to outshine the birthday girl Nidhi, so she hadn't chosen anything too revealing. The dress ended in the middle of the thigh, and although a pleasant amount of her impressive cleavage was revealed by the low-cut top, her massive 36c boobs remained teasingly concealed behind the dress's form-fitting top. The buttons that kept the dress locked across her heavy rack were running from the top of the dress to her stomach. Her long, dark-brown, wavy hair fell her back and over her shoulders, and her stunning face was framed by her big, bright eyes and luscious lips, painted in a red-brown colour that highlighted her eyes. Her black knee-high boots rounded the outfit off perfectly, and Disha couldn't help but smile at her reflection as she put her hands on her hips. The other part of the reason why she had chosen this outfit was that after tonight she knew she would come back and whether Suman had fallen asleep or not after she woke him up and he saw her wearing this, no matter how tired he was, or how much he drank, he'd give her exactly what she needed. No man could say to a hot 24-year-old girl like she dressed as she was.
Disha swayed rather than walked into the lounge in these heeled boots, hitting the bottom of the stairs, and sure enough, the guys were watching IPL.
"Right then guys, I'm heading out. You two have a good night, I'll be back late, so don't wait up." She said lightly as Suman looked up and Adi looked over to her.
Suppressing a giggle of laughter at the reactions of the two guys to what she was wearing was no easy feat, but she managed to keep her face somewhat straight somehow. The moment they fell on her and whatever conversation they had broken off suddenly, both Suman and Adi's eyes widened as both gazed at her with a mix of amazement, approval and desire.
"Wow, Jaan you look...damn, hot babe," Suman said as he twisted in his seat to get a better look at her, his tone filled with approval and just the right emotion that proved Disha's hopes about when she got back.
Adi didn't add anything to that, she was his friend's girlfriend, after all, however, Disha could tell that he agreed by the fact that he hadn't taken his eyes off her yet.
"Thank you, honey,” Disha replied sweetly as she leaned down to give a gentle kiss to her boyfriend.
As most guys did when their mind was on just one thing, Suman grinned at her stupidly, but he quickly remembered that his friend was there and changed his eyes to glance over at Adi before looking back at her.
" Yeah, before I forget baby, Adi wondered if you'd mind if he could spend here the night, we've had two beers already. Don't want him driving his car back home drunk now." Suman asked and Disha shook her head lightly. He was so sweet for asking her approval.
"Honey, why are you asking? We've got a spare room upstairs." She replied, looking at Suman kindly. Suman must have known she wouldn't have minded or no doubt he wouldn't have brought it up. His friend staying over wouldn't affect her plans later on at all. No doubt Adi would be sleeping like a dead man (after taking the drinks) to be disturbed by her and Suman having sex with her down the hall behind a closed door.
"Great, thanks a lot Disha," Adi replied as Suman smiled at him and then her.
"Alright then honey, you go and have a great night; I'll see you when you get back." Her loving boyfriend said before she once more leaned down to kiss him lightly.
"You guys be good." She chided playfully and the two guys laughed that they would.
Feeling happy and as if anything in the world was just fine, as she heard the horn of the olà cab(which she booked 15 minutes ago) outside the door, Disha went out. Moving into the car, she was thinking about what a great night was coming up. Little did she know at that time that, a few hours later, as she had expected, she would be stuffed with a hard dick, but not with her boyfriend.
(To be continued...)
The night had begun much like any other Saturday night. The warm summer's night in Mumbai promised a time filled with good times as Disha sat on the edge of her and her boyfriend Suman's bed, slowly lacing up the black knee-high boots that she had decided to go out on her night out with her best friends-Payal,Puja and Nidhi. It was the birthday party of Nidhi, so they had all decided to celebrate the birthday party at Nidhi's house. Nidhi being an air hostess, always loved to live her life in her way, breaking all the social norms and formalities. She was completely an independent woman who didn't care what others think about her. But, Payal was exactly opposite of Nidhi, she was always a timid, traditional girl who was always loyal to her family, friends and her long time partner Siddharth. Being an editor of a reputed magazine she firmly believed that women empowerment didn't mean to live life without morality. Nidhi and Payal always fought for their views and lifestyles but at the end of the day, they were very good friends. On the other hand, Puja was just like Disha neither too much modern like Nidhi nor too much conservative like Payal. Like Disha, she wanted to enjoy life maintaining a fine balance between freedom and restrictions. Disha liked the term "Traditional Modernist" to describe herself and Puja. Since collegedays, all of them no matter whatever happened, always stood at each other's sides like blood sisters. After passing out from the college, Disha had been working in an IT firm while Puja was a successful banker. So, all of them were enjoying their lives in their ways without depending on their families.
Yesterday, Nidhi called her to come to her house to celebrate her birthday party and she strictly mentioned that it would be a girls night only. Disha thought that her boyfriend Suman would be sad but when she told him about Nidhi's condition, he was quite happy. He told her that he would also invite his friends to his(as well as Disha's) house to celebrate a boy's party and he would not allow any girls in his party.
However, so far all that had turned up was his friend Adi. Adi was a nice enough guy; Disha had met him a couple of times, though not got to know him overly well. He was a lot like Suman in many ways, short dark hair and so on, only a little larger in every way.
Adi was a little taller and somewhat more muscular than Suman. He was often more bold and outgoing, not that Suman wasn't, it was just that Adi seemed to think less and often seemed careless about the consequences. Disha was often told by Suman that Adi only wanted to get as much fun out of life as he could, and he always seemed to go to extremes.
Disha lifted her other leg to the bed after finishing one boot and started lacing up the second as she listened to the two guys downstairs. No doubt Suman had a beer or two already cracked open and the two were watching IPL, or knowing Adi, maybe even some extreme sport where people break bones more often than not.
"Yeah, but the cheerleaders of IPL are hotter than the WWE girls..." Disha heard Suman commenting, bringing to her lips a faint smile. Whenever she dressed for him as a cheerleader, Suan loved that.
"I don't know dude, you gonna think that the ring girls love being around a real man..." Adi began to respond and, when she stopped listening to them, Disha chuckled softly at herself. What intriguing discussions men had, so insightful and reflective.
Disha stood on her heeled-boots at the end of the last boot and walked over to the full-length mirror opposite the bed, smoothing her clothes as she went.
As her reflection came into view, Disha's luscious lips curled with a delighted smile. As she knew she would look hot in it, she had selected the black summer dress even though she did not want to outshine the birthday girl Nidhi, so she hadn't chosen anything too revealing. The dress ended in the middle of the thigh, and although a pleasant amount of her impressive cleavage was revealed by the low-cut top, her massive 36c boobs remained teasingly concealed behind the dress's form-fitting top. The buttons that kept the dress locked across her heavy rack were running from the top of the dress to her stomach. Her long, dark-brown, wavy hair fell her back and over her shoulders, and her stunning face was framed by her big, bright eyes and luscious lips, painted in a red-brown colour that highlighted her eyes. Her black knee-high boots rounded the outfit off perfectly, and Disha couldn't help but smile at her reflection as she put her hands on her hips. The other part of the reason why she had chosen this outfit was that after tonight she knew she would come back and whether Suman had fallen asleep or not after she woke him up and he saw her wearing this, no matter how tired he was, or how much he drank, he'd give her exactly what she needed. No man could say to a hot 24-year-old girl like she dressed as she was.
Disha swayed rather than walked into the lounge in these heeled boots, hitting the bottom of the stairs, and sure enough, the guys were watching IPL.
"Right then guys, I'm heading out. You two have a good night, I'll be back late, so don't wait up." She said lightly as Suman looked up and Adi looked over to her.
Suppressing a giggle of laughter at the reactions of the two guys to what she was wearing was no easy feat, but she managed to keep her face somewhat straight somehow. The moment they fell on her and whatever conversation they had broken off suddenly, both Suman and Adi's eyes widened as both gazed at her with a mix of amazement, approval and desire.
"Wow, Jaan you look...damn, hot babe," Suman said as he twisted in his seat to get a better look at her, his tone filled with approval and just the right emotion that proved Disha's hopes about when she got back.
Adi didn't add anything to that, she was his friend's girlfriend, after all, however, Disha could tell that he agreed by the fact that he hadn't taken his eyes off her yet.
"Thank you, honey,” Disha replied sweetly as she leaned down to give a gentle kiss to her boyfriend.
As most guys did when their mind was on just one thing, Suman grinned at her stupidly, but he quickly remembered that his friend was there and changed his eyes to glance over at Adi before looking back at her.
" Yeah, before I forget baby, Adi wondered if you'd mind if he could spend here the night, we've had two beers already. Don't want him driving his car back home drunk now." Suman asked and Disha shook her head lightly. He was so sweet for asking her approval.
"Honey, why are you asking? We've got a spare room upstairs." She replied, looking at Suman kindly. Suman must have known she wouldn't have minded or no doubt he wouldn't have brought it up. His friend staying over wouldn't affect her plans later on at all. No doubt Adi would be sleeping like a dead man (after taking the drinks) to be disturbed by her and Suman having sex with her down the hall behind a closed door.
"Great, thanks a lot Disha," Adi replied as Suman smiled at him and then her.
"Alright then honey, you go and have a great night; I'll see you when you get back." Her loving boyfriend said before she once more leaned down to kiss him lightly.
"You guys be good." She chided playfully and the two guys laughed that they would.
Feeling happy and as if anything in the world was just fine, as she heard the horn of the olà cab(which she booked 15 minutes ago) outside the door, Disha went out. Moving into the car, she was thinking about what a great night was coming up. Little did she know at that time that, a few hours later, as she had expected, she would be stuffed with a hard dick, but not with her boyfriend.
(To be continued...)
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