19-04-2022, 03:54 PM
"Why, isn't that a coincidence" We're practically neighbors," he said, and smiled down at Hem.
"College?" he asked innocently enough.
“St Anne" Hem said. The lie came quickly to her tongue.
"Oh, me too!”
And so it was that Mohan called on Hem Friday night, ostensibly to take her to the movies.
That night Hem told Riddhi everything that had happened in the theatre.
All they had done was kiss. Hem was terrified and so was Mohan. She had been leaking wet and he had been rock hard but none of them had made a move.
Riddhi had just come back to the hostel and was now sitting naked on the opposite bed.
"You wanna?"
"Wanna what?" Hem asked, already knowing what lay in store for them.
"Wanna?”
"What?” Hem was already touching her pussy through her panties. She didn't close her eyes then, but locked her eyes on Riddhi's.
Riddhi sat alongside Hem, eyes riveted on her friend's crotch. After a few minutes, during which she hardly seemed to blink, the moisture levels in Hem's panties increased, and they began to drag more. When the panties began hanging up between her vaginal lips as she stroked herself, her hands changed their positions.
Riddhi licked her lips which had gone very dry. She could no longer keep her hands still, and found herself pinching her right nipple. Moments later, her panties began to trouble her, and she pushed at her waistband with her other hand.
She too, had a dark spot at the center of her crotch. She glanced at Hem's crotch and saw the material there was soaked, and plastered to her skin. It revealed a perfect outline of what lay beneath since it had molded itself to her shape and was now partly translucent in the bargain.
Riddhi squeezed her nipple even harder on seeing the hint of hair at the top of Hem's slit, and a crease in the center of the material that disappeared between her pussy lips.
Hem sighed as her left hand finally made it inside her panties, pulling the fold free of her crease and her fingers pushed inward to achieve more direct contact. Her eyes opened again, and she too, reached for her breast, giving it a slight squeeze.
They examined each other, looking for some aberration in the other, and finding none; each girl rested her hands on their upper thighs and waited for the other to renew the masturbating.
Hem went first, sliding her hand inward, to the apex of her crotch, and the glistening wetness of her pubic hair. A thought seemed to strike her, and she looked down at herself. Her lower lip came out in a pout, and a moan escaped her throat as she used her forefingers to gently spread the lips of her sex. It opened only slightly, revealing the long peak of her clitoral hood and the bright pink of the gash between.
In a voice that revealed its tension from the dry inflection of each word spoken, Riddhi said, "Can you open it a little wider?"
"College?" he asked innocently enough.
“St Anne" Hem said. The lie came quickly to her tongue.
"Oh, me too!”
And so it was that Mohan called on Hem Friday night, ostensibly to take her to the movies.
That night Hem told Riddhi everything that had happened in the theatre.
All they had done was kiss. Hem was terrified and so was Mohan. She had been leaking wet and he had been rock hard but none of them had made a move.
Riddhi had just come back to the hostel and was now sitting naked on the opposite bed.
"You wanna?"
"Wanna what?" Hem asked, already knowing what lay in store for them.
"Wanna?”
"What?” Hem was already touching her pussy through her panties. She didn't close her eyes then, but locked her eyes on Riddhi's.
Riddhi sat alongside Hem, eyes riveted on her friend's crotch. After a few minutes, during which she hardly seemed to blink, the moisture levels in Hem's panties increased, and they began to drag more. When the panties began hanging up between her vaginal lips as she stroked herself, her hands changed their positions.
Riddhi licked her lips which had gone very dry. She could no longer keep her hands still, and found herself pinching her right nipple. Moments later, her panties began to trouble her, and she pushed at her waistband with her other hand.
She too, had a dark spot at the center of her crotch. She glanced at Hem's crotch and saw the material there was soaked, and plastered to her skin. It revealed a perfect outline of what lay beneath since it had molded itself to her shape and was now partly translucent in the bargain.
Riddhi squeezed her nipple even harder on seeing the hint of hair at the top of Hem's slit, and a crease in the center of the material that disappeared between her pussy lips.
Hem sighed as her left hand finally made it inside her panties, pulling the fold free of her crease and her fingers pushed inward to achieve more direct contact. Her eyes opened again, and she too, reached for her breast, giving it a slight squeeze.
They examined each other, looking for some aberration in the other, and finding none; each girl rested her hands on their upper thighs and waited for the other to renew the masturbating.
Hem went first, sliding her hand inward, to the apex of her crotch, and the glistening wetness of her pubic hair. A thought seemed to strike her, and she looked down at herself. Her lower lip came out in a pout, and a moan escaped her throat as she used her forefingers to gently spread the lips of her sex. It opened only slightly, revealing the long peak of her clitoral hood and the bright pink of the gash between.
In a voice that revealed its tension from the dry inflection of each word spoken, Riddhi said, "Can you open it a little wider?"
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