Ananya(Student) - How I gave my measurements to the tailor(11 videos)-Scene-28-GOLD!*

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Scene 20

When we reached my house, it was already late afternoon.


We walked in the house, My mother, Sunita, was in the living room, folding clothes. She looked perfectly normal—the respectable housewife. But I knew better now.

"Mom," I said, my voice steadier than this morning. "Saloni is here."
Mom looked up. She smiled, smoothing a bedsheet. "Hello, Saloni. Long time no see."

Saloni grinned. She didn't look nervous. She looked at my mother with a strange, new confidence.
"Hello, Aunty," Saloni said. "We were just at college... studying hard. But Ananya is very stressed."

I looked at Saloni's face trying to understand why is she telling my mom that I am stressed.

My mother paused. She looked at Saloni, then at me. 
"Tension?" Mom asked, a small, knowing glint in her eye. "Well, you girls are at that age. 
The pressure builds up. You need to find ways to... release it. Listen to some music or talking helps a lot."

Saloni bit her lip, holding back a laugh. "Exactly, Aunty. That's why I came. To help her... study. We need to go deep into the subject."

"Go ahead," Mom said, turning back to the folding clothes but watching us from the corner of her eye. "Don't let me disturb your private time. Close the door if you need to focus."

We walked to my room. My heart was pounding, not from fear, but from anticipation.
I opened the door. We stepped inside. Click. I locked it.
The sound of the lock sliding home was the trigger.

We dropped our bags on the floor. Thud.
We didn't say a word. Saloni grabbed my waist and slammed me against the closed door.
She kissed me. It wasn't the tentative kiss of two girls experimenting. It was a Deep French Kiss (DFK) with a lot of tongue—wet, hungry, and demanding. She tasted of the mint she had popped in the auto and the lingering taste of me from the garden.

"Mmmph," I moaned into her mouth, my hands tangling in her hair.
We were smiling against each other's lips, giggling breathlessly as we stumbled toward the bed. We fell onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and desire.

"I can't wait anymore," Saloni whispered, straddling my waist.
She looked down at my chest. The kurta I was wearing was tight.
"I saw them," Saloni murmured, her eyes dark. "In the canteen. In the garden. Your chest... it's huge, Anu. And those nipples..."

She traced the outline of my hardened nipples through the fabric. They were poking out, defiant and sharp.
"They are so perky," she groaned. "I have to see them. I have to taste them."
"Do it," I begged, arching my back. "Take them out."

Saloni pulled my kurta up, removed the bra.
My heavy, pale breasts spilled out, swaying slightly. My large, brown nipples stood at attention, waiting to be worshipped.
"Oh wow," Saloni breathed.

She lowered her head. She didn't be gentle. She latched onto my left nipple, sucking hard, swirling her tongue around the areola, just like Remo had done to the women in his shop.
"Yes!" I cried out, my fingers digging into her shoulders. "Saloni!"

Outside the door, the hallway was quiet.
Mom stood there. She hadn't gone back to the laundry. She was standing right next to the wood, her head tilted slightly.
She heard the giggle. She heard the thud of the bodies hitting the bed. She heard the wet sounds of the kissing. And then, she heard her daughter’s moan—a sound of pure, uninhibited pleasure.
Mom didn't knock. She didn't look shocked.

A slow smile spread across her face.
So, she thought, listening to the rhythm of the bedsprings squeaking. She is into girls.
She realized then that the apple hadn't fallen far from the tree. Her daughter had the same hunger, the same need to break the rules, just in a different way.

Mom stepped back from the door, leaving them to their secrets. She walked back to the kitchen to make tea, humming to herself. She wouldn't say a word. In this house, secrets were the only thing they truly shared.