11-01-2026, 09:05 PM
Thank you to all.......
" You want it,or not" Rahul told her. But he didn’t touch her.
She took a deep breath. “Please leave,” she told him without hesitation.
Rahul stared at her for a second, but then reluctantly got off the bed and left, without a backward glance. She
tugged her dress down and then flopped on the bed as if in her shock. After a few seconds, Athidi rolled over
and stared at the camera in laptap. She stretched out and made the chat window full screen, then unmuted
Kamal. “Wow.” It was all Kamal could think to say.
She pressed her lips tight together. “Are you...angry?” She dropped her eyes. “It went further than we talked
about.”
Kamal shook his head. “No.” it's fine he said.
He looked down at his own screen, where the message “RED” still sat, waiting to be sent. He deleted it. “It
was fine. It was great.” And he meant it.
He’d been turned on throughout—even now it was over, the memory
of it made him want to grab his cock and stroke frantically. The knowledge that Rahul was just a few doors
down the corridor, lusting after her—maybe jacking off thinking about her—it made Kamal see her in a whole
new light.
Whenever he looked at her breasts, he imagined another man’s hands on them. Whenever he admired her
legs, he thought of another man between them.
That was crazy, of course. He’d never let another man fuck her. That part was just a fantasy.
“Did you like it?” Kamal asked.
She swallowed nervously.
“Be honest,” he told her.Tell me Athidhi
She stared at him for a moment. Then, “God, yes. It was fantastic.” she told him by shyly..
He went to nod, but she hadn’t finished.
She continue “He’s a great kisser, and...I don’t know, I suppose I thought it would be just like kissing you. I
wasn’t ready for how different it was.”
“Different?” A pang of jealousy went through Kamal.
“He was more...” Her eyes were distant, remembering. “He was very strong, in his kiss. I know that doesn’t
make sense, exactly. But it was like he knew what he wanted. He was demanding,” she said.
Kamal didn’t even know what she meant by that. That Kamal was weak when he kissed her? But he just said
“Okay—”
“And when he touched me...his hands are really big. It’s not that he’s rough, exactly, but he just sort of makes
me feel...small. Fragile.”
Kamal nodded, something cold gnawing at him inside.
“When he was about to touch me—When he had my dress up and he was about to touch me there, I had to
stop it,” she said.
Kamal thought she was reassuring him. “I know. Don’t worry, I trust you,” he told her.
But she shook her head. “No. I don’t mean it like that. I mean, I had to stop him then, because....” She flushed
and bit her lip. “Because if I’d let him touch me there, if I’d let it go any further...” She looked down at her
hands, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m not sure I would have been able to stop.”
It hit kamal like a punch in the chest. He’d known she liked Rahul—hell, he’d known she had a thing for strong,
muscled men for years. But he thought her loyalty to him overrode all of that. He didn’t think she’d ever be so
turned on that she’d lose control and do something he didn’t want. He’d forgotten, in his excitement, that
she was just as human as him, and she could get carried away just as easily. Then it hit Kamal that he acted
stupidly. This could have turned out to be a disaster. He was thinking to never act on his hidden fantasies
ever again.
“I understand,” he said at last.
“Did you enjoy it?” she asked, looking into the camera.
“Yes,” he said quickly, because he didn’t want her to feel guilty—after all, she’d only done what they agreed,
more or less. If there was any blame, it was on Kamal for coming up with the whole idea.
And then she said something that took Kamal by surprise.
“Do you want to do it again?” she asked. Her voice was small. And hopeful.
Kamal’s immediate thought was “No.” But something made him hold back.
Partially it was that his mind was still in a whirl, conflicting emotions raging around inside of him. He didn’t
want this thing to go any further, but at the same time...part of him really did. Also, he was worried that if he
stamped down on it hard now, Athidi would think that he was angry at her and be upset. Kamal had to be
careful, especially with her so far way. It wasn’t as if he could just reach out and give her a comforting hug.
And that’s how he made his mistake. The one that changed their lives forever.
“I need to think about it,” he told her. “Okay?”
She nodded and blew him a kiss. They told each other I love you and then they ended the call.
" You want it,or not" Rahul told her. But he didn’t touch her.
She took a deep breath. “Please leave,” she told him without hesitation.
Rahul stared at her for a second, but then reluctantly got off the bed and left, without a backward glance. She
tugged her dress down and then flopped on the bed as if in her shock. After a few seconds, Athidi rolled over
and stared at the camera in laptap. She stretched out and made the chat window full screen, then unmuted
Kamal. “Wow.” It was all Kamal could think to say.
She pressed her lips tight together. “Are you...angry?” She dropped her eyes. “It went further than we talked
about.”
Kamal shook his head. “No.” it's fine he said.
He looked down at his own screen, where the message “RED” still sat, waiting to be sent. He deleted it. “It
was fine. It was great.” And he meant it.
He’d been turned on throughout—even now it was over, the memory
of it made him want to grab his cock and stroke frantically. The knowledge that Rahul was just a few doors
down the corridor, lusting after her—maybe jacking off thinking about her—it made Kamal see her in a whole
new light.
Whenever he looked at her breasts, he imagined another man’s hands on them. Whenever he admired her
legs, he thought of another man between them.
That was crazy, of course. He’d never let another man fuck her. That part was just a fantasy.
“Did you like it?” Kamal asked.
She swallowed nervously.
“Be honest,” he told her.Tell me Athidhi
She stared at him for a moment. Then, “God, yes. It was fantastic.” she told him by shyly..
He went to nod, but she hadn’t finished.
She continue “He’s a great kisser, and...I don’t know, I suppose I thought it would be just like kissing you. I
wasn’t ready for how different it was.”
“Different?” A pang of jealousy went through Kamal.
“He was more...” Her eyes were distant, remembering. “He was very strong, in his kiss. I know that doesn’t
make sense, exactly. But it was like he knew what he wanted. He was demanding,” she said.
Kamal didn’t even know what she meant by that. That Kamal was weak when he kissed her? But he just said
“Okay—”
“And when he touched me...his hands are really big. It’s not that he’s rough, exactly, but he just sort of makes
me feel...small. Fragile.”
Kamal nodded, something cold gnawing at him inside.
“When he was about to touch me—When he had my dress up and he was about to touch me there, I had to
stop it,” she said.
Kamal thought she was reassuring him. “I know. Don’t worry, I trust you,” he told her.
But she shook her head. “No. I don’t mean it like that. I mean, I had to stop him then, because....” She flushed
and bit her lip. “Because if I’d let him touch me there, if I’d let it go any further...” She looked down at her
hands, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m not sure I would have been able to stop.”
It hit kamal like a punch in the chest. He’d known she liked Rahul—hell, he’d known she had a thing for strong,
muscled men for years. But he thought her loyalty to him overrode all of that. He didn’t think she’d ever be so
turned on that she’d lose control and do something he didn’t want. He’d forgotten, in his excitement, that
she was just as human as him, and she could get carried away just as easily. Then it hit Kamal that he acted
stupidly. This could have turned out to be a disaster. He was thinking to never act on his hidden fantasies
ever again.
“I understand,” he said at last.
“Did you enjoy it?” she asked, looking into the camera.
“Yes,” he said quickly, because he didn’t want her to feel guilty—after all, she’d only done what they agreed,
more or less. If there was any blame, it was on Kamal for coming up with the whole idea.
And then she said something that took Kamal by surprise.
“Do you want to do it again?” she asked. Her voice was small. And hopeful.
Kamal’s immediate thought was “No.” But something made him hold back.
Partially it was that his mind was still in a whirl, conflicting emotions raging around inside of him. He didn’t
want this thing to go any further, but at the same time...part of him really did. Also, he was worried that if he
stamped down on it hard now, Athidi would think that he was angry at her and be upset. Kamal had to be
careful, especially with her so far way. It wasn’t as if he could just reach out and give her a comforting hug.
And that’s how he made his mistake. The one that changed their lives forever.
“I need to think about it,” he told her. “Okay?”
She nodded and blew him a kiss. They told each other I love you and then they ended the call.
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