11-09-2025, 10:41 PM
Unspoken Desires
Neetu slowly loosened her embrace around Sirisha, her palms gliding down the younger woman’s arms before settling lightly on her shoulders.
The touch lingered, tender and steady, as if to reassure her that the closeness was not ending, only shifting. Ravi, watching quietly, moved closer along the couch. His thigh brushed against Neetu’s, his shoulder leaning into hers, the warmth of their bodies blending into a quiet, grounding comfort.
Sirisha, drawn by the safety in their presence, lowered herself gracefully to the floor. She knelt before them, her posture upright yet unguarded, her dark eyes fixed on them with trust blooming like a fragile flame.
The three of them formed a small, intimate circle: Ravi and Neetu pressed together above, Sirisha kneeling close enough that she could feel the invisible exchange of heat and breath between them.
Ravi’s hand reached out, fingers resting lightly on Sirisha’s shoulder. A moment later, Neetu laid her own hand over both of theirs, weaving the three into a simple, unspoken triangle of care, of trust, of something slowly deepening.
Neetu’s touch shifted, her fingertips trailing up the curve of Ravi’s arm, familiar and sure, drawing a faint shiver from him.
He responded with a small, answering squeeze, his gaze catching hers in a look weighted with tenderness and history.
Slowly, deliberately, Neetu leaned in and pressed her lips to Ravi’s. It was not rushed; it was a kiss that began soft, almost reverent, then lingered with growing warmth. Ravi closed his eyes but quickly opened them again, his attention flicking to Sirisha as though her presence were woven into the kiss with Neetu.
The moment deepened. Ravi tilted his head slightly, breathing into Neetu as he kissed her more fully, the subtle wetness of their lips meeting again and again. Their shared breath carried the weight of recent days, fear, guilt, longing, comfort, all of it dissolving into the steady rhythm of their mouths. Neetu, still kissing Ravi, turned her gaze toward Sirisha, her voice whispering against his lips, “See, beta… we are the same here. No judgments.” Neetu continued kissing and sucking Ravi’s lips.
For Sirisha, it was the first time she had ever witnessed such intimacy. The sight of Neetu and Ravi sucking each others lips and kissing deeply, struck her like lightning through her veins, an awakening, thrilling and disorienting.
Her heart raced. Almost before she could think, she also leaned forward, her lips brushing Ravi’s cheek with the trembling kiss. It was tentative yet undeniable, her first offering, her way of stepping into the circle.
When they finally parted, they did not break away entirely. Their foreheads rested together, lips still brushing now and then, breaths mingling in short, uneven waves.
Neetu slowly loosened her embrace around Sirisha, her palms gliding down the younger woman’s arms before settling lightly on her shoulders.
The touch lingered, tender and steady, as if to reassure her that the closeness was not ending, only shifting. Ravi, watching quietly, moved closer along the couch. His thigh brushed against Neetu’s, his shoulder leaning into hers, the warmth of their bodies blending into a quiet, grounding comfort.
Sirisha, drawn by the safety in their presence, lowered herself gracefully to the floor. She knelt before them, her posture upright yet unguarded, her dark eyes fixed on them with trust blooming like a fragile flame.
The three of them formed a small, intimate circle: Ravi and Neetu pressed together above, Sirisha kneeling close enough that she could feel the invisible exchange of heat and breath between them.
Ravi’s hand reached out, fingers resting lightly on Sirisha’s shoulder. A moment later, Neetu laid her own hand over both of theirs, weaving the three into a simple, unspoken triangle of care, of trust, of something slowly deepening.
Neetu’s touch shifted, her fingertips trailing up the curve of Ravi’s arm, familiar and sure, drawing a faint shiver from him.
He responded with a small, answering squeeze, his gaze catching hers in a look weighted with tenderness and history.
Slowly, deliberately, Neetu leaned in and pressed her lips to Ravi’s. It was not rushed; it was a kiss that began soft, almost reverent, then lingered with growing warmth. Ravi closed his eyes but quickly opened them again, his attention flicking to Sirisha as though her presence were woven into the kiss with Neetu.
The moment deepened. Ravi tilted his head slightly, breathing into Neetu as he kissed her more fully, the subtle wetness of their lips meeting again and again. Their shared breath carried the weight of recent days, fear, guilt, longing, comfort, all of it dissolving into the steady rhythm of their mouths. Neetu, still kissing Ravi, turned her gaze toward Sirisha, her voice whispering against his lips, “See, beta… we are the same here. No judgments.” Neetu continued kissing and sucking Ravi’s lips.
For Sirisha, it was the first time she had ever witnessed such intimacy. The sight of Neetu and Ravi sucking each others lips and kissing deeply, struck her like lightning through her veins, an awakening, thrilling and disorienting.
Her heart raced. Almost before she could think, she also leaned forward, her lips brushing Ravi’s cheek with the trembling kiss. It was tentative yet undeniable, her first offering, her way of stepping into the circle.
When they finally parted, they did not break away entirely. Their foreheads rested together, lips still brushing now and then, breaths mingling in short, uneven waves.
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