10-12-2024, 02:33 PM
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You sat on the worn wooden bench in the corner of the room, your hands gripping the edges as your senior paced back and forth, her voice dripping with authority. She was giving you some nonsense instructions about how a junior should “respect traditions” and “obey seniors” during ragging season, but fuck, you couldn’t focus on a single word.
Your eyes had locked on her from the moment she stepped in. The snug fit of her kurti clung to her curves like it was made for her and her alone. But it wasn’t just the fit—it was the way the neckline plunged, teasing you with a view of her cleavage. Her skin was smooth, glowing in the soft light of the room, and every movement she made sent a subtle bounce through her chest that had your cock stirring relentlessly in your jeans.
"Goddamn," the voice in your head whispered. "Look at those tits. She knows exactly what she’s doing, wearing that. She wants you to stare. She likes it."
You tried to fight it—tried to force your gaze to the floor, to her eyes, anywhere else. But your traitorous eyes kept drifting down, following the curve of her body, the way her dupatta barely clung to her shoulder, offering no protection to the display of skin that had you going mad. The heat in the room felt suffocating, and you shifted uncomfortably, adjusting your position to hide the obvious bulge forming beneath your belt.
She noticed. How could she not? Your stare was burning into her, tracing every inch of her body like you were trying to memorize it. Her voice faltered for a moment, her eyes flicking toward you, wide and unsure. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, her authority cracking as she caught the intensity of your gaze.
"Shit, she’s shy," the voice goaded, amused. "She’s flustered because she can feel how much you want her. Look at her squirm—bet she’s imagining what you’d do if you had her alone."
She crossed her arms over her chest in a feeble attempt to shield herself, but all it did was push her cleavage together, making it even harder for you to think straight. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, to call you out, but no words came. Instead, she turned slightly, trying to regain her composure, her confidence faltering under the weight of your gaze.
The air between you was charged, electric, and you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you stepped closer, closed the gap, let her know exactly what she was doing to you. But for now, you stayed rooted to the spot, your heart racing, your mind spinning with possibilities.
Her tone shifted suddenly, the shyness melting away as she crossed her arms and gave you a stern look. “Follow me,” she said, her voice all business now, but there was something in her eyes—something unreadable that sent a shiver down your spine. “You need to help me move some furniture in my room. Now.”
You swallowed hard, nodding like a guilty collegeboy caught doing something he shouldn’t. Your mind raced as you followed her, the sway of her hips leading you down the corridor toward her dorm room. She didn’t look back, but the tension between you hung heavy, thickening with every step.
She unlocked the door, stepping inside and motioning for you to follow. The first thing you noticed wasn’t the furniture. No, it was the chaos of her room—clothes scattered everywhere, bras hanging from the edges of her bed, lacy panties dbangd over her chair. Your eyes widened as they darted to a sheer black lingerie set lying haphazardly on her desk. The delicate straps and see-through fabric screamed sex in a way that made your cock twitch again, even though you desperately tried to will it down.
“Start with the bed,” she said, acting like she hadn’t noticed where your gaze had wandered. But as you bent down to move the frame, she caught the bulge in your jeans, and her lips pressed into a thin line.
“Seriously?” she snapped, her hands on her hips. “You’re getting a boner *again*?”
You froze, straightening up with an apologetic expression. “I—I’m sorry,” you stammered, trying to adjust yourself subtly. “I didn’t mean to—”
She cut you off with a sharp exhale, rolling her eyes. “Thank god I didn’t ask anyone else to help. Do you even realize what would’ve happened if someone else saw you like this? They’d think you’re some pervert who can’t keep it together.”
Her words stung, but there was no venom in her voice. Instead, her tone was almost… protective. She wasn’t mad about the boner itself—no, she was annoyed at the situation, the risk, the idea that someone else might catch you like this. And that realization sent a thrill through you.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled again, genuinely this time. But your eyes betrayed you, darting back to her for just a second too long. Her kurti was tighter than you’d realized, the swell of her breasts rising and falling as she sighed heavily, clearly trying to decide whether to let this slide.
She shook her head, muttering something under her breath before turning to grab a pile of clothes from her desk. Her movements were sharp and deliberate, but the way her fingers lingered on the lingerie—folding it carefully, almost reverently—made your stomach flip.
“Just focus on moving the furniture,” she said finally, her back to you. But the air between you was charged, her earlier scolding doing nothing to dispel the tension. If anything, it only heightened it, making you hyper aware of every glance, every word, every brush of her hand as the two of you worked in the confines of her cluttered, intimate space.
As you set the last piece of furniture in place, wiping a sheen of sweat from your forehead, she leaned back against her desk, arms crossed, studying you with an unreadable expression. The chaos of the room had been tamed, her bed and belongings neatly arranged—but the tension between the two of you lingered, thick and palpable.
“You know,” she began, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. “You’re not as bad as I thought you’d be.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the shift in her tone. “Uh, thanks… I guess?” you replied, unsure of where this was going.
She rolled her eyes but smiled faintly, a touch of pink creeping up her cheeks. “What I mean is… I like you. You’re honest, even if you’re a bit of a perv. And…” She hesitated, biting her lip before continuing. “I think we could make something work. Something… casual.”
The words hit you like a jolt of electricity, your heart pounding as you processed what she’d just said. “You mean… like, friends with benefits?” you asked, your voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.
She nodded, looking down briefly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her kurti. “Yeah. No strings, no drama. Just… fun. If you’re into that.”
Before you could respond, she stepped forward and pulled you into a hug. It was sudden, almost impulsive, and you froze for a moment before your arms wrapped around her. Her body pressed against yours, soft and warm, her scent filling your senses. The closeness was intoxicating, and you couldn’t stop the inevitable reaction as your cock stiffened against her.
She felt it—there was no way she couldn’t have. Her body tensed for a split second before she pulled back slightly, her face flushed a deep red. “You…” she started, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting everywhere except at you. “You’re hard again.”
“I—sorry,” you stammered, your words tumbling over each other. “I can’t help it. You’re—”
“It’s okay,” she interrupted, her voice trembling slightly. Her cheeks were still burning, but there was something else in her expression—something almost shy. “I… guess that’s a compliment.”
The air between you felt charged, your bodies still close enough to feel each other’s warmth. You could see the nervous flutter of her lashes, the way her chest rose and fell with each quickened breath. This wasn’t the same confident girl who had bossed you around earlier—this was someone letting her guard down, and it made your pulse race even more.
“So,” she said finally, her voice barely audible, her eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before darting away. “Are you in?”
You nodded, your throat dry, your heart thundering in your chest. “Yeah,” you managed to say, your voice rough with anticipation. “I’m in.”
As soon as you said yes, she hesitated for a moment, then stepped toward the door. The soft click of the lock sent a shiver down your spine. She turned back to you, her cheeks still faintly pink, but her lips curved in a mischievous smirk.
“I figured you’d say yes,” she murmured, her voice low and almost teasing.
Your eyes followed her as she walked past you to the bed, her hips swaying just enough to make your cock throb painfully against your jeans. She sat down, her fingers toying with the edge of her kurti, before looking up at you with a boldness that made your breath catch.
“So,” she said, tilting her head slightly, “looks like you need some… relief.”
You swallowed hard, every nerve in your body on fire. “I—yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
She smirked at your stumbling, then stood up again, her hands going to the hem of her kurti. In one smooth motion, she pulled it off over her head, revealing the lingerie underneath—the same set you’d seen earlier, now clinging to her body like a second skin.
The sheer black fabric left little to the imagination. The cups of the bra were delicate lace, barely covering her nipples, while the straps framed her breasts in a way that made your mouth water. The panties were just as sinful, high-cut and teasingly sheer, showing off the curve of her hips and the faintest hint of what lay beneath.
“Now you see why lingerie matters,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement as she caught the way your eyes devoured her.
“Holy fuck,” you muttered, your hands itching to reach out and touch her. Your cock strained painfully against your jeans, and you had to resist the urge to rip them off right then and there.
She stepped closer, her fingers trailing lightly over your chest before dipping lower. “Let me help you with that,” she said softly, her hands finding the button of your jeans.
You groaned as she unzipped you, freeing your aching erection. Her eyes flickered down, widening slightly before she bit her lip, her expression a mix of curiosity and desire. “Not bad,” she murmured, wrapping her hand around you, her touch firm and warm.
The feel of her fingers on you made your knees weak, and when she dropped to her knees, still clad in that mind-melting lingerie, you thought you might lose it right then.
“Relax,” she said, looking up at you through her lashes as she stroked you slowly, teasingly. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”
Her lips parted, and as she took you into her mouth, her lingerie-clad body was the only thing you could focus on—the way the straps of her bra hugged her shoulders, the way the lace framed her curves, the way her thighs pressed together as she worked you with her tongue.
You’d never been more thankful for sheer black lace in your entire life.
The moment her lips wrapped around your cock, you knew—she wasn’t just teasing. She was *experienced*. The way her tongue moved was deliberate, circling the sensitive head with just enough pressure to make you groan. Her lips gripped your length firmly, creating a seal that sent waves of heat coursing through your body as she slid down, taking you deeper.
It was hypnotic. The way your shaft disappeared between her lips, then reappeared glistening as she pulled back, her tongue flicking against the underside—it was like a rhythmic dance, each motion designed to drive you closer to the edge.
You couldn’t help yourself. Your hand moved to her hair, gathering the soft strands to keep them out of her face as she worked. It wasn’t just to help—it was to feel the connection, to ground yourself as her mouth sent you spiraling into pleasure.
Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, and that look—half challenge, half satisfaction—made your breath hitch. Her lips stretched around you, her cheeks hollowing as she increased her pace, the wet sounds filling the room.
You tightened your grip on her hair, not pulling but holding, guiding, your hips instinctively twitching forward. She didn’t flinch, didn’t gag—she just took you deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate you.
The sensation was overwhelming, her tongue swirling around you even as her lips moved in perfect, tight strokes. It was almost too much, but you couldn’t stop watching her—couldn’t stop marveling at the way she moved, the confidence, the skill, the sheer sensuality of it all.
“Fuck,” you groaned, your voice rough as your hips bucked slightly. “You’re… incredible.”
She hummed around you in response, the vibration sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through you. Her hands gripped your thighs for balance, her nails digging in just enough to leave a hint of sting, grounding you in the intensity of the moment.
The combination of her lips, her tongue, and the way her lingerie-clad body moved in sync with her motions was enough to undo you completely.
She stood up, her lips glistening from her work, and with a sultry look, she walked over to the bed. Her hips swayed with every step, and she glanced back at you with a knowing smile before climbing onto the mattress, her lingerie-clad form stretching out like a tempting invitation.
“I think it’s time we go further,” she said, her voice low and filled with desire. She leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows, and looked at you expectantly. “Undo this for me.”
Your hands trembled slightly as you approached her, the anticipation coursing through you. Slowly, you reached for the clasp of her bra, fumbling for only a moment before it came undone. The delicate straps slid off her shoulders, and as the fabric fell away, you were left breathless.
She was perfection—a goddess sculpted from flesh. Her breasts were full and round, crowned with pink areolas that were soft yet firm, her nipples standing taut under your gaze. Her skin was flawless, smooth and glowing, inviting your touch.
Your eyes traveled lower as she shifted slightly, slipping off her panties and revealing her most intimate self. She was clean-shaven, her skin soft and bare, the sight of her making your cock twitch painfully as you tried to take it all in.
She noticed your reaction and smiled, her confidence radiating as she leaned back further, spreading her legs just enough to make your throat go dry. “Like what you see?” she teased, her voice carrying just the right amount of playfulness.
“Holy shit,” you muttered, your voice hoarse, unable to look away. “You’re… perfect.”
Her smile widened, and she reached out, pulling you closer to the bed. “Then don’t just stand there,” she murmured, her fingers brushing against your chest. “Show me how much you appreciate it.”
Your eyes had locked on her from the moment she stepped in. The snug fit of her kurti clung to her curves like it was made for her and her alone. But it wasn’t just the fit—it was the way the neckline plunged, teasing you with a view of her cleavage. Her skin was smooth, glowing in the soft light of the room, and every movement she made sent a subtle bounce through her chest that had your cock stirring relentlessly in your jeans.
"Goddamn," the voice in your head whispered. "Look at those tits. She knows exactly what she’s doing, wearing that. She wants you to stare. She likes it."
You tried to fight it—tried to force your gaze to the floor, to her eyes, anywhere else. But your traitorous eyes kept drifting down, following the curve of her body, the way her dupatta barely clung to her shoulder, offering no protection to the display of skin that had you going mad. The heat in the room felt suffocating, and you shifted uncomfortably, adjusting your position to hide the obvious bulge forming beneath your belt.
She noticed. How could she not? Your stare was burning into her, tracing every inch of her body like you were trying to memorize it. Her voice faltered for a moment, her eyes flicking toward you, wide and unsure. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, her authority cracking as she caught the intensity of your gaze.
"Shit, she’s shy," the voice goaded, amused. "She’s flustered because she can feel how much you want her. Look at her squirm—bet she’s imagining what you’d do if you had her alone."
She crossed her arms over her chest in a feeble attempt to shield herself, but all it did was push her cleavage together, making it even harder for you to think straight. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, to call you out, but no words came. Instead, she turned slightly, trying to regain her composure, her confidence faltering under the weight of your gaze.
The air between you was charged, electric, and you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you stepped closer, closed the gap, let her know exactly what she was doing to you. But for now, you stayed rooted to the spot, your heart racing, your mind spinning with possibilities.
Her tone shifted suddenly, the shyness melting away as she crossed her arms and gave you a stern look. “Follow me,” she said, her voice all business now, but there was something in her eyes—something unreadable that sent a shiver down your spine. “You need to help me move some furniture in my room. Now.”
You swallowed hard, nodding like a guilty collegeboy caught doing something he shouldn’t. Your mind raced as you followed her, the sway of her hips leading you down the corridor toward her dorm room. She didn’t look back, but the tension between you hung heavy, thickening with every step.
She unlocked the door, stepping inside and motioning for you to follow. The first thing you noticed wasn’t the furniture. No, it was the chaos of her room—clothes scattered everywhere, bras hanging from the edges of her bed, lacy panties dbangd over her chair. Your eyes widened as they darted to a sheer black lingerie set lying haphazardly on her desk. The delicate straps and see-through fabric screamed sex in a way that made your cock twitch again, even though you desperately tried to will it down.
“Start with the bed,” she said, acting like she hadn’t noticed where your gaze had wandered. But as you bent down to move the frame, she caught the bulge in your jeans, and her lips pressed into a thin line.
“Seriously?” she snapped, her hands on her hips. “You’re getting a boner *again*?”
You froze, straightening up with an apologetic expression. “I—I’m sorry,” you stammered, trying to adjust yourself subtly. “I didn’t mean to—”
She cut you off with a sharp exhale, rolling her eyes. “Thank god I didn’t ask anyone else to help. Do you even realize what would’ve happened if someone else saw you like this? They’d think you’re some pervert who can’t keep it together.”
Her words stung, but there was no venom in her voice. Instead, her tone was almost… protective. She wasn’t mad about the boner itself—no, she was annoyed at the situation, the risk, the idea that someone else might catch you like this. And that realization sent a thrill through you.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled again, genuinely this time. But your eyes betrayed you, darting back to her for just a second too long. Her kurti was tighter than you’d realized, the swell of her breasts rising and falling as she sighed heavily, clearly trying to decide whether to let this slide.
She shook her head, muttering something under her breath before turning to grab a pile of clothes from her desk. Her movements were sharp and deliberate, but the way her fingers lingered on the lingerie—folding it carefully, almost reverently—made your stomach flip.
“Just focus on moving the furniture,” she said finally, her back to you. But the air between you was charged, her earlier scolding doing nothing to dispel the tension. If anything, it only heightened it, making you hyper aware of every glance, every word, every brush of her hand as the two of you worked in the confines of her cluttered, intimate space.
As you set the last piece of furniture in place, wiping a sheen of sweat from your forehead, she leaned back against her desk, arms crossed, studying you with an unreadable expression. The chaos of the room had been tamed, her bed and belongings neatly arranged—but the tension between the two of you lingered, thick and palpable.
“You know,” she began, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. “You’re not as bad as I thought you’d be.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the shift in her tone. “Uh, thanks… I guess?” you replied, unsure of where this was going.
She rolled her eyes but smiled faintly, a touch of pink creeping up her cheeks. “What I mean is… I like you. You’re honest, even if you’re a bit of a perv. And…” She hesitated, biting her lip before continuing. “I think we could make something work. Something… casual.”
The words hit you like a jolt of electricity, your heart pounding as you processed what she’d just said. “You mean… like, friends with benefits?” you asked, your voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.
She nodded, looking down briefly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her kurti. “Yeah. No strings, no drama. Just… fun. If you’re into that.”
Before you could respond, she stepped forward and pulled you into a hug. It was sudden, almost impulsive, and you froze for a moment before your arms wrapped around her. Her body pressed against yours, soft and warm, her scent filling your senses. The closeness was intoxicating, and you couldn’t stop the inevitable reaction as your cock stiffened against her.
She felt it—there was no way she couldn’t have. Her body tensed for a split second before she pulled back slightly, her face flushed a deep red. “You…” she started, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting everywhere except at you. “You’re hard again.”
“I—sorry,” you stammered, your words tumbling over each other. “I can’t help it. You’re—”
“It’s okay,” she interrupted, her voice trembling slightly. Her cheeks were still burning, but there was something else in her expression—something almost shy. “I… guess that’s a compliment.”
The air between you felt charged, your bodies still close enough to feel each other’s warmth. You could see the nervous flutter of her lashes, the way her chest rose and fell with each quickened breath. This wasn’t the same confident girl who had bossed you around earlier—this was someone letting her guard down, and it made your pulse race even more.
“So,” she said finally, her voice barely audible, her eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before darting away. “Are you in?”
You nodded, your throat dry, your heart thundering in your chest. “Yeah,” you managed to say, your voice rough with anticipation. “I’m in.”
As soon as you said yes, she hesitated for a moment, then stepped toward the door. The soft click of the lock sent a shiver down your spine. She turned back to you, her cheeks still faintly pink, but her lips curved in a mischievous smirk.
“I figured you’d say yes,” she murmured, her voice low and almost teasing.
Your eyes followed her as she walked past you to the bed, her hips swaying just enough to make your cock throb painfully against your jeans. She sat down, her fingers toying with the edge of her kurti, before looking up at you with a boldness that made your breath catch.
“So,” she said, tilting her head slightly, “looks like you need some… relief.”
You swallowed hard, every nerve in your body on fire. “I—yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
She smirked at your stumbling, then stood up again, her hands going to the hem of her kurti. In one smooth motion, she pulled it off over her head, revealing the lingerie underneath—the same set you’d seen earlier, now clinging to her body like a second skin.
The sheer black fabric left little to the imagination. The cups of the bra were delicate lace, barely covering her nipples, while the straps framed her breasts in a way that made your mouth water. The panties were just as sinful, high-cut and teasingly sheer, showing off the curve of her hips and the faintest hint of what lay beneath.
“Now you see why lingerie matters,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement as she caught the way your eyes devoured her.
“Holy fuck,” you muttered, your hands itching to reach out and touch her. Your cock strained painfully against your jeans, and you had to resist the urge to rip them off right then and there.
She stepped closer, her fingers trailing lightly over your chest before dipping lower. “Let me help you with that,” she said softly, her hands finding the button of your jeans.
You groaned as she unzipped you, freeing your aching erection. Her eyes flickered down, widening slightly before she bit her lip, her expression a mix of curiosity and desire. “Not bad,” she murmured, wrapping her hand around you, her touch firm and warm.
The feel of her fingers on you made your knees weak, and when she dropped to her knees, still clad in that mind-melting lingerie, you thought you might lose it right then.
“Relax,” she said, looking up at you through her lashes as she stroked you slowly, teasingly. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”
Her lips parted, and as she took you into her mouth, her lingerie-clad body was the only thing you could focus on—the way the straps of her bra hugged her shoulders, the way the lace framed her curves, the way her thighs pressed together as she worked you with her tongue.
You’d never been more thankful for sheer black lace in your entire life.
The moment her lips wrapped around your cock, you knew—she wasn’t just teasing. She was *experienced*. The way her tongue moved was deliberate, circling the sensitive head with just enough pressure to make you groan. Her lips gripped your length firmly, creating a seal that sent waves of heat coursing through your body as she slid down, taking you deeper.
It was hypnotic. The way your shaft disappeared between her lips, then reappeared glistening as she pulled back, her tongue flicking against the underside—it was like a rhythmic dance, each motion designed to drive you closer to the edge.
You couldn’t help yourself. Your hand moved to her hair, gathering the soft strands to keep them out of her face as she worked. It wasn’t just to help—it was to feel the connection, to ground yourself as her mouth sent you spiraling into pleasure.
Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, and that look—half challenge, half satisfaction—made your breath hitch. Her lips stretched around you, her cheeks hollowing as she increased her pace, the wet sounds filling the room.
You tightened your grip on her hair, not pulling but holding, guiding, your hips instinctively twitching forward. She didn’t flinch, didn’t gag—she just took you deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate you.
The sensation was overwhelming, her tongue swirling around you even as her lips moved in perfect, tight strokes. It was almost too much, but you couldn’t stop watching her—couldn’t stop marveling at the way she moved, the confidence, the skill, the sheer sensuality of it all.
“Fuck,” you groaned, your voice rough as your hips bucked slightly. “You’re… incredible.”
She hummed around you in response, the vibration sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through you. Her hands gripped your thighs for balance, her nails digging in just enough to leave a hint of sting, grounding you in the intensity of the moment.
The combination of her lips, her tongue, and the way her lingerie-clad body moved in sync with her motions was enough to undo you completely.
She stood up, her lips glistening from her work, and with a sultry look, she walked over to the bed. Her hips swayed with every step, and she glanced back at you with a knowing smile before climbing onto the mattress, her lingerie-clad form stretching out like a tempting invitation.
“I think it’s time we go further,” she said, her voice low and filled with desire. She leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows, and looked at you expectantly. “Undo this for me.”
Your hands trembled slightly as you approached her, the anticipation coursing through you. Slowly, you reached for the clasp of her bra, fumbling for only a moment before it came undone. The delicate straps slid off her shoulders, and as the fabric fell away, you were left breathless.
She was perfection—a goddess sculpted from flesh. Her breasts were full and round, crowned with pink areolas that were soft yet firm, her nipples standing taut under your gaze. Her skin was flawless, smooth and glowing, inviting your touch.
Your eyes traveled lower as she shifted slightly, slipping off her panties and revealing her most intimate self. She was clean-shaven, her skin soft and bare, the sight of her making your cock twitch painfully as you tried to take it all in.
She noticed your reaction and smiled, her confidence radiating as she leaned back further, spreading her legs just enough to make your throat go dry. “Like what you see?” she teased, her voice carrying just the right amount of playfulness.
“Holy shit,” you muttered, your voice hoarse, unable to look away. “You’re… perfect.”
Her smile widened, and she reached out, pulling you closer to the bed. “Then don’t just stand there,” she murmured, her fingers brushing against your chest. “Show me how much you appreciate it.”
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