19-12-2018, 09:54 AM
Part - 45
There was a time when giggly girls used to irritate me. But now, Gunjan's habitual giggling was only turning me on. Bringing my face closer to her ear, I whispered "You know, Gunjan ... ever since I met you that day ... I had been waiting to meet you again ... and today ... I proposed the movie only because I wanted to spend some time with you..." looking into her eyes in the darkness and smiling at her. In the darkness, broken occasionally by flickering lights from the screen, I saw Gunjan blush shyly, and her hands flying to her mouth to sub-consciously cover her braces again.
However, instead of saying anything, I saw her glance in the direction of Amisha nervously. Getting the hint, I straightened and sat back in my own seat, with my right arm still dbangd over her slender bony shoulders. After a pause, I felt Gunjan shift in her seat, and tentatively place the palm of her hand on my knee. As I glanced at her, she twisted sideways and whispered "Umm, bhaiyyaa ... after that day ... I have also been thinking about you only..." speaking so softly that I could barely hear her.
"And you know, bhaiyyaa ... you are ... you are the first boy ... who ... who has ever kissed me..." she added in a faint whisper, smiling nervously, and squeezing my knee at the same time. In response, I just squeezed her shoulder gently, and sat back in my seat; for through the corner of my eyes, I had spotted Amisha looking at us.
After pretending to watch the movie for a few minutes, I leaned imperceptibly towards Amisha and whispered into her ear "This friend of yours ... she talks a lot ... isn't it... ?" my tone conspiratory, and my expression conveying pretended irritation. That did the trick, and I heard Amisha giggle conspiratorily too. Tugging at my arm, she whispered into my ear "Yeah ... she is a non-stop chatter-box ... what was she saying... ?" her tone amused yet curious. "Oh, she's just been going on and on about Shahrukh Khan..." I whispered back with feigned annoyance, causing Amisha to nod her head vigorously and smile at me, as she whispered back "Oh, she's crazy about him..."
I let out a little sigh of relief, knowing fully well that I was playing a dangerous game fooling around with both girls at the same time. Seeing that Gunjan once again seemed to be immersed in the movie, using the opportunity, I whispered to Amisha "You know, baby ... I wish it was just the two of us here..." sliding my left hand furtively towards her legs, and placing it on her bare knee just below the hem of her skirt. I felt Amisha squeeze my arm tighter, as she whispered back "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... me too ... me too..." as she pressed her young firm breasts to me again.
Pulling my left hand away from her knee, I tool hold of her hand which was hooked around my arm, and placed her palm in my lap, on the bulge under my jeans. "See what you have done to me..." I whispered, pressing her palm over my hardness under the thick denim fabric. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." I heard her breathe out in response, as she automatically pressed her fingers to the bulge of my cock under my jeans.
My cock was so hard by now, that I wished I could just yank it out, and get Amisha to jerk me off. Taking a deep breath, I controlled myself, and sat back in the seat, enjoying the feel of Amisha's soft fingers caressing the hardness of my cock through my jeans. At about the same time, I felt Gunjan's fingers on the other side, beginning to caress my right knee. Realizing that I ran the risk of Amisha spotting Gunjan's hands, I decided I had to do something to draw Gunjan's attention away from my lap. Leaning back, I moved my right hand, which was resting on Gunjan's slender shoulders, downwards towards her neck.
Running my finger along her thin bony neck and her prominent Adam's apple, I began to play with the collar of her white college uniform shirt. As she had removed her tie, she'd also undone the top most button of her shirt, allowing my fingers to feel the bare skin of her lower neck. As my fingers came in contact with her skin on the upper most portion of her neck, I felt her automatically pull away her hand from my knee, and take hold of my hand; her fingers intertwining with mine.
On the other side, Amisha was now holding herself pressed to my arm fully, mashing her firm young breasts to my upper arm, even as her fingers were beginning to squeeze the hardness of my cock through the coarse fabric of my jeans. Turned on by these two young teenage college girls, I moved the fingers of my right hand downwards till my palm came to rest on the young developing mounds of Gunjan's teenage breasts over her shirt.
As I placed my palm on the mounds of Gunjan's small developing breasts through her shirt, I felt her go stiff suddenly. I paused immediately, alarmed that I might scare her off. After a moment's pause, I felt Gunjan slowly bring both her hands to her lap and clutch them together. Her left hand, which was between us, rested limply in her lap, and I could see that her fingers were nervously fidgeting with her skirt in her lap. As I'd mentioned earlier, Gunjan was one of those girls whos breasts had still not developed sufficiently to warrant the use of a bra; and all she wore under her uniform was a white cotton slip, commonly referred to as a petticoat.
I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest under my palm, even as her eyes remained purposely fixated on the screen. Holding my breath, I pressed my palm ever so gently to the mound of her perky breasts, enjoying the soft feel of them. Though she made no attempt to push my hand away, there was no response from her either.
Concluding that my advances were not welcome, I began to pull my hand away slowly. To my pleasant surprise, she quickly reached up with her right hand on the other side and clutched my hand, holding it in place near her chest. At the same time, I felt her reach out for my knee with her left and, and give my thigh a tentative squeeze, as if trying to convey something to me. As I turned to glance at her, I saw that she was looking at me wide-eyed; her lips parted slightly, those braces shining in the dark, with a nervous expression on her face.
Realizing that the poor girl was probably scared witless at what I was doing to her in the cinema hall, I gave her a reassuring smile, and gently caressed her thin bony shoulder. She smiled nervously and clutched my arm dbangd around her shoulder tighter, before quickly averting her gaze. Reassured, I once again placed the palm of my hand on the mound of her breasts through her shirt, and began to caress them through the fabric of the shirt gently. This time, there was an audible hiss from her, as she clenched her hands together in her lap once again, and hunched her shoulders together.
My attention was suddenly drawn to the other side where Amisha sat, as she now started running her finger along the shaft of my hard cock inside the confines of my jeans and underwear. I was getting really turned on now, and responded placing my left hand on Amisha's bare knee, just below the hem of her skirt. I felt her shift in her seat, as she dropped her legs on the floor, and sat in the normal position in the bucket seat.
She then proceeded to part her legs slightly, and press her right knee to mine, as if inviting me to feel between her thighs. Deciding not to let the open invitation go waste, I gently slid my left hand under her skirt, and began to run my fingers along the inside of her thigh. This caused her to squirm in her seat, and her tightened her grip around my arms, pressing those firm young breasts of hers to my upper arm.
I had taken care to dbang my jacket, which I habitually wore when I used the bike, across my lap, and as a result, Amisha's hand which was rubbing my cock through my jeans, was not visible to the casual observer, concealed as it was under my jacket. On my right side, I could feel Gunjan's chest beginning to heave, as her breath quickened; and to my amazement, I could now feel the hardness of her tiny nipples protruding through the fabric of her petticoat and shirt. Encouraged by the response my ministrations were having, I began to gently flick my finger across the erect nubbins of her nipples through her shirt & petticoat, causing her to jerk suddenly, and once again hunch her shoulders together.
Emboldened, I moved my fingers towards the neck of her shirt and began to undo the top most button under the collar. With the button undone, I slid my palm into the neck of her shirt to feel her flat bony chest. I felt a shiver go through her body as my fingers came into contact with the bare skin of her upper chest. The petticoat she wore inside had a wide round neck, and as I ran my fingers along the neckline of her petticoat, I felt tiny goosebumps come up on the smooth skin of her neck.
Suddenly I felt Amisha shift in her seat again on the other side, and I quickly glanced at her. I was relieved to see that she was only adjusting her position in the seat to get more comfortable. Leaning back in the seat, she parted her legs imperceptibly, and clasped her fingers over mine which were under her skirt, and caressing the insides of her smooth firm thighs. I gave her fingers a knowing squeeze that conveyed my interest in her.
The skin on the inside of her thighs felt hot to touch, and I could make out that she was getting turned on. She responded by squeezing her thighs together, trapping my hand in between, and then opening them again. Continuing to gently caress her thighs under her skirt, I shifted my attention to Gunjan again.
Since she was sitting with her hands clasped together, and her shoulders hunched, I had little trouble in sliding my hand inside the neck of her petticoat. With a deft move, I pulled her slightly towards me, and simultaneously slid my hand into the neck of her petticoat. As my palm slid in and came in contact with the soft fleshy mounds of her perky breasts, her right hand jerked up automatically and grabbed hold of my right forearm.
Her perky little breasts felt incredible under my palm, and made me feel like I was groping on the underdeveloped breasts of a girl barely into her teens. They were firm, and yet soft; and were almost perfectly rounded lemon sized balls. I could feel that she had really tiny nipples, though they were hard as pebbles and singed my palm like hot coal. Glancing sideways, I saw that even though she was staring at the screen unwaveringly, her lips were parted, and the breath was escaping her braced mouth in shallow gasps.
Not wanting to scare her off, I just let my palm rest on the firm mounds her perky lemon sized tits, relishing the feel of them. Then I began to gently caress her breasts soothingly with the open palm of my hand, in an attempt to assuage her fears and bring her frantic heartbeats down to normal levels. But rather than soothe her, my caressing only served to make her squirm further, and I felt goosebumps sprout up almost immediately all over the tender skin of her virgin barely developed breasts.
Realizing that my gentle caresses would only tickle this uninitiated girl, I closed my fingers around the perky mounds of her 30-B breasts, and squeezed her tit-flesh gently. I seemed to have got it right this time, for I felt her fingers dig into my wrist again, holding my hand in a vice like grip.
There was a time when giggly girls used to irritate me. But now, Gunjan's habitual giggling was only turning me on. Bringing my face closer to her ear, I whispered "You know, Gunjan ... ever since I met you that day ... I had been waiting to meet you again ... and today ... I proposed the movie only because I wanted to spend some time with you..." looking into her eyes in the darkness and smiling at her. In the darkness, broken occasionally by flickering lights from the screen, I saw Gunjan blush shyly, and her hands flying to her mouth to sub-consciously cover her braces again.
However, instead of saying anything, I saw her glance in the direction of Amisha nervously. Getting the hint, I straightened and sat back in my own seat, with my right arm still dbangd over her slender bony shoulders. After a pause, I felt Gunjan shift in her seat, and tentatively place the palm of her hand on my knee. As I glanced at her, she twisted sideways and whispered "Umm, bhaiyyaa ... after that day ... I have also been thinking about you only..." speaking so softly that I could barely hear her.
"And you know, bhaiyyaa ... you are ... you are the first boy ... who ... who has ever kissed me..." she added in a faint whisper, smiling nervously, and squeezing my knee at the same time. In response, I just squeezed her shoulder gently, and sat back in my seat; for through the corner of my eyes, I had spotted Amisha looking at us.
After pretending to watch the movie for a few minutes, I leaned imperceptibly towards Amisha and whispered into her ear "This friend of yours ... she talks a lot ... isn't it... ?" my tone conspiratory, and my expression conveying pretended irritation. That did the trick, and I heard Amisha giggle conspiratorily too. Tugging at my arm, she whispered into my ear "Yeah ... she is a non-stop chatter-box ... what was she saying... ?" her tone amused yet curious. "Oh, she's just been going on and on about Shahrukh Khan..." I whispered back with feigned annoyance, causing Amisha to nod her head vigorously and smile at me, as she whispered back "Oh, she's crazy about him..."
I let out a little sigh of relief, knowing fully well that I was playing a dangerous game fooling around with both girls at the same time. Seeing that Gunjan once again seemed to be immersed in the movie, using the opportunity, I whispered to Amisha "You know, baby ... I wish it was just the two of us here..." sliding my left hand furtively towards her legs, and placing it on her bare knee just below the hem of her skirt. I felt Amisha squeeze my arm tighter, as she whispered back "Ohh, bhaiyyaa ... me too ... me too..." as she pressed her young firm breasts to me again.
Pulling my left hand away from her knee, I tool hold of her hand which was hooked around my arm, and placed her palm in my lap, on the bulge under my jeans. "See what you have done to me..." I whispered, pressing her palm over my hardness under the thick denim fabric. "Ohh, bhaiyyaa..." I heard her breathe out in response, as she automatically pressed her fingers to the bulge of my cock under my jeans.
My cock was so hard by now, that I wished I could just yank it out, and get Amisha to jerk me off. Taking a deep breath, I controlled myself, and sat back in the seat, enjoying the feel of Amisha's soft fingers caressing the hardness of my cock through my jeans. At about the same time, I felt Gunjan's fingers on the other side, beginning to caress my right knee. Realizing that I ran the risk of Amisha spotting Gunjan's hands, I decided I had to do something to draw Gunjan's attention away from my lap. Leaning back, I moved my right hand, which was resting on Gunjan's slender shoulders, downwards towards her neck.
Running my finger along her thin bony neck and her prominent Adam's apple, I began to play with the collar of her white college uniform shirt. As she had removed her tie, she'd also undone the top most button of her shirt, allowing my fingers to feel the bare skin of her lower neck. As my fingers came in contact with her skin on the upper most portion of her neck, I felt her automatically pull away her hand from my knee, and take hold of my hand; her fingers intertwining with mine.
On the other side, Amisha was now holding herself pressed to my arm fully, mashing her firm young breasts to my upper arm, even as her fingers were beginning to squeeze the hardness of my cock through the coarse fabric of my jeans. Turned on by these two young teenage college girls, I moved the fingers of my right hand downwards till my palm came to rest on the young developing mounds of Gunjan's teenage breasts over her shirt.
As I placed my palm on the mounds of Gunjan's small developing breasts through her shirt, I felt her go stiff suddenly. I paused immediately, alarmed that I might scare her off. After a moment's pause, I felt Gunjan slowly bring both her hands to her lap and clutch them together. Her left hand, which was between us, rested limply in her lap, and I could see that her fingers were nervously fidgeting with her skirt in her lap. As I'd mentioned earlier, Gunjan was one of those girls whos breasts had still not developed sufficiently to warrant the use of a bra; and all she wore under her uniform was a white cotton slip, commonly referred to as a petticoat.
I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest under my palm, even as her eyes remained purposely fixated on the screen. Holding my breath, I pressed my palm ever so gently to the mound of her perky breasts, enjoying the soft feel of them. Though she made no attempt to push my hand away, there was no response from her either.
Concluding that my advances were not welcome, I began to pull my hand away slowly. To my pleasant surprise, she quickly reached up with her right hand on the other side and clutched my hand, holding it in place near her chest. At the same time, I felt her reach out for my knee with her left and, and give my thigh a tentative squeeze, as if trying to convey something to me. As I turned to glance at her, I saw that she was looking at me wide-eyed; her lips parted slightly, those braces shining in the dark, with a nervous expression on her face.
Realizing that the poor girl was probably scared witless at what I was doing to her in the cinema hall, I gave her a reassuring smile, and gently caressed her thin bony shoulder. She smiled nervously and clutched my arm dbangd around her shoulder tighter, before quickly averting her gaze. Reassured, I once again placed the palm of my hand on the mound of her breasts through her shirt, and began to caress them through the fabric of the shirt gently. This time, there was an audible hiss from her, as she clenched her hands together in her lap once again, and hunched her shoulders together.
My attention was suddenly drawn to the other side where Amisha sat, as she now started running her finger along the shaft of my hard cock inside the confines of my jeans and underwear. I was getting really turned on now, and responded placing my left hand on Amisha's bare knee, just below the hem of her skirt. I felt her shift in her seat, as she dropped her legs on the floor, and sat in the normal position in the bucket seat.
She then proceeded to part her legs slightly, and press her right knee to mine, as if inviting me to feel between her thighs. Deciding not to let the open invitation go waste, I gently slid my left hand under her skirt, and began to run my fingers along the inside of her thigh. This caused her to squirm in her seat, and her tightened her grip around my arms, pressing those firm young breasts of hers to my upper arm.
I had taken care to dbang my jacket, which I habitually wore when I used the bike, across my lap, and as a result, Amisha's hand which was rubbing my cock through my jeans, was not visible to the casual observer, concealed as it was under my jacket. On my right side, I could feel Gunjan's chest beginning to heave, as her breath quickened; and to my amazement, I could now feel the hardness of her tiny nipples protruding through the fabric of her petticoat and shirt. Encouraged by the response my ministrations were having, I began to gently flick my finger across the erect nubbins of her nipples through her shirt & petticoat, causing her to jerk suddenly, and once again hunch her shoulders together.
Emboldened, I moved my fingers towards the neck of her shirt and began to undo the top most button under the collar. With the button undone, I slid my palm into the neck of her shirt to feel her flat bony chest. I felt a shiver go through her body as my fingers came into contact with the bare skin of her upper chest. The petticoat she wore inside had a wide round neck, and as I ran my fingers along the neckline of her petticoat, I felt tiny goosebumps come up on the smooth skin of her neck.
Suddenly I felt Amisha shift in her seat again on the other side, and I quickly glanced at her. I was relieved to see that she was only adjusting her position in the seat to get more comfortable. Leaning back in the seat, she parted her legs imperceptibly, and clasped her fingers over mine which were under her skirt, and caressing the insides of her smooth firm thighs. I gave her fingers a knowing squeeze that conveyed my interest in her.
The skin on the inside of her thighs felt hot to touch, and I could make out that she was getting turned on. She responded by squeezing her thighs together, trapping my hand in between, and then opening them again. Continuing to gently caress her thighs under her skirt, I shifted my attention to Gunjan again.
Since she was sitting with her hands clasped together, and her shoulders hunched, I had little trouble in sliding my hand inside the neck of her petticoat. With a deft move, I pulled her slightly towards me, and simultaneously slid my hand into the neck of her petticoat. As my palm slid in and came in contact with the soft fleshy mounds of her perky breasts, her right hand jerked up automatically and grabbed hold of my right forearm.
Her perky little breasts felt incredible under my palm, and made me feel like I was groping on the underdeveloped breasts of a girl barely into her teens. They were firm, and yet soft; and were almost perfectly rounded lemon sized balls. I could feel that she had really tiny nipples, though they were hard as pebbles and singed my palm like hot coal. Glancing sideways, I saw that even though she was staring at the screen unwaveringly, her lips were parted, and the breath was escaping her braced mouth in shallow gasps.
Not wanting to scare her off, I just let my palm rest on the firm mounds her perky lemon sized tits, relishing the feel of them. Then I began to gently caress her breasts soothingly with the open palm of my hand, in an attempt to assuage her fears and bring her frantic heartbeats down to normal levels. But rather than soothe her, my caressing only served to make her squirm further, and I felt goosebumps sprout up almost immediately all over the tender skin of her virgin barely developed breasts.
Realizing that my gentle caresses would only tickle this uninitiated girl, I closed my fingers around the perky mounds of her 30-B breasts, and squeezed her tit-flesh gently. I seemed to have got it right this time, for I felt her fingers dig into my wrist again, holding my hand in a vice like grip.
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