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“No girl in the world refuses advances from boys or girls completely,” Neelu didi declared. “It’s all about the right tactic and the right atmosphere. I have made so many girls give in.”
I looked at her with genuine respect and said, “Yes, Guruji.”
She began narrating her experiences with boys — how she went out to movies with them, how they would kiss her neck and fondle her, but how she had never allowed anyone to touch her under her garments.
“Why, Guruji?” I asked innocently.
She laughed. “You won’t understand yet, Reenu. When a boy touches a girl, she keeps saying ‘No, no,’ but a girl’s ‘No’ often means ‘Yes.’ It’s almost impossible for a girl to stay in control once a boy touches her breasts directly. The moment you lose control, you can lose your cherry very quickly.”
She added that she had no objection to going all the way, but since it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, she wanted it to happen with someone special, in the perfect setting, so she could savor every moment.
“Neelu didi, but isn’t it too painful?” I asked. “How can anyone bear that much pain?”
Neelu didi laughed and squeezed my breasts. “Banno, pain is half the joy. That’s what makes it so memorable.”
Just then, my aunty appeared and scolded us for chatting instead of moving the cot and arranging the room. “Act fast, girls. The elder ladies want to rest soon after dinner.”
I knew the real reason she was in a hurry — she had just finished her period and was now at her horniest, just like her husband.
“Okay, girls, what are you two doing under that quilt? Let me see,” she said, suddenly pulling the quilt away. But we had already moved apart like good girls and were lying properly.
We quickly shifted the cot and prepared the barsati room on the roof. It was wonderfully isolated. One could bolt the door leading to the roof, and anyone approaching had to walk quite a distance across the open terrace. The room even had an attached bathroom and toilet. We moved our things upstairs and brought Cheenu’s belongings as well.
When Cheenu arrived, Neelu didi hugged her in her usual bold style, squeezing her breasts and whispering something naughty in her ear. Cheenu laughed nervously but looked apprehensive about sleeping with us. She even tried to ask her mother if she could sleep elsewhere, but mausi gently refused. Only later did I realize it wasn’t just about space — the elders wanted to keep us growing teens away from any nocturnal mischief.
Dinner was served early. I teased my aunty, “Auntie, why are you rushing to your room? Let’s sit and chat for a while.”
She laughed, understanding my innuendo, and replied, “I have to arrange places for everyone. Your mother is already complaining that she’s feeling sleepy.”
Cheenu was still wearing her salwar suit, which covered her legs completely. Neelu didi and I couldn’t help giggling at how modest she looked.
When we went upstairs, I innocently asked my manjhali mausi (Cheenu’s mother), “Mausi, can we bolt the barsati door from inside?”
She nodded and even said, “Yes, tomorrow is a holiday, so everyone will wake up late. You girls can take your time.”
I bolted the door from our side and paused for a moment. I could hear mausi bolting the door downstairs as well. “We’ve brought all our clothes up here,” I called out. “We’ll come down only after getting ready.”
“Theek hai, aaram se aana,” she replied as she went down the stairs.
I was overjoyed — not just because I knew what would happen downstairs, but because this gave Neelu didi and me plenty of time to enjoy ourselves. I kept wondering how we would manage to get the shy Cheenu naked against her wishes. Would Neelu didi succeed in making her surrender? Alone, I could never overpower Cheenu, but with Neelu didi’s help, she would be no match for us.
After dinner, everyone retired to their allotted rooms. Neelu, Cheenu, and I climbed up to the barsati.
Cheenu pleaded once more to sleep with her mother, but she was firmly told to stay with us.
When I entered the room, Neelu didi had already changed into her nightdress, but Cheenu was still fully dressed in her salwar suit. I quickly changed into my nightgown and whispered to Neelu didi that both doors to the roof were now bolted from inside. Her face lit up with excitement.
Neelu didi told me to take the lead and promised she would support me fully.
Cheenu announced she would sleep in the farthest corner, but Neelu didi stopped her. “No, I’ll sleep there. My legs are long and I like to sleep on my side.” In the end, Cheenu was placed between Neelu didi and me.
Neelu pretended to be sleepy and lay down on one side of Cheenu. Cheenu looked nervous, clearly apprehensive about our usual pranks. We wished her good night, switched off the night lamp, and pretended to fall asleep.
I could feel Cheenu’s discomfort at being sandwiched between us. I suspected she knew about my earlier attempts to touch her while she slept and simply didn’t have the courage to protest openly.
The closeness of her body began to excite me in strange new ways. I could smell the faint scent of sweat from her armpits. Her silky salwar suit felt completely out of place in the warm, congested room. Cheenu kept shifting, trying to move away from me, but Neelu effectively blocked her by moving closer and lying in a W-shape, her folded knees pressing against Cheenu’s midriff. The more Cheenu tried to escape me, the more Neelu’s knees nudged against her belly — and cleverly, against her pussy area.
I turned to face Cheenu and tried to comfort her by casually placing my hand on her breasts. She immediately pulled it away. I changed sides and lay still. After ten to fifteen minutes of silence, Cheenu finally relaxed and drifted into a light sleep.
That was my cue. I slowly reached for the string of her salwar. It was tied at the waist with a cord that usually had a running loop, but Cheenu had knotted it tightly. It took me nearly ten minutes of careful tugging before I finally managed to loosen it without waking her.
The moment the string went slack, I slipped my hand onto her lap. A finger immediately touched mine and scratched lightly — it was Neelu didi. By now the moon had risen and the room was no longer completely dark. As soon as I loosened the cord, Neelu began pulling the salwar down from behind. Together, without Cheenu realizing, we managed to slide it down to her knees.
Instead of panties, we found Cheenu wearing rough khaki knickers with buttons. Removing them without waking her seemed impossible. Neelu hugged Cheenu tightly from behind and nodded for me to continue. I started unbuttoning the knickers. Just then, Cheenu woke up. Her hand reached down and she whispered in panic, “What is this?”
She tried to resist, but Neelu didi quickly caught both her hands and held them firmly. I took my time, teasingly slow, and pulled the salwar completely off. Then Neelu, still holding Cheenu’s hands with one of hers, pushed the khaki knickers down as well.
Cheenu expected our hands to immediately invade her most private area, so she clamped her thighs shut and covered her pussy with her folded hands. Instead, I slipped my hands under her top and gently grabbed her small, pert breasts, while Neelu didi began softly rubbing her labia with two fingers. I tweaked and caressed Cheenu’s nipples. Her body gradually grew warmer. Her resistance started melting, and she began to respond despite the strong mental fight she was putting up.
Neelu licked Cheenu’s back while I continued playing with her breasts. I could feel Cheenu slowly melting and becoming a willing participant — yet she still refused to show any open acceptance.
Not knowing what to do next, I suddenly heard Neelu didi roll over Cheenu and call out, “Reenu, it seems Cheenu is not liking this. Let’s play with each other instead. Come, let me make love to you, Reenu.”
I got out of bed and began removing my clothes. When I glanced at Cheenu, I saw her watching me eagerly. Neelu stood up, embraced me lovingly, and began showing clear signs of affection — deliberately ignoring Cheenu.
“Hey Reenu, why are you feeling so shy?” Neelu said loudly. “In a year or two, when you get married, you’ll have to disrobe for your husband every single day. Who knows, he might even make you naked in broad daylight. So don’t be shy, dear. Let me see you fully naked.”
She helped me out of my nightgown, teasing, “If you’re so shy, Reenu, just imagine you are Cheenu and I am making love to her. That way you won’t feel so embarrassed. Just pretend it’s Cheenu who is being stripped, and I am Cheenu’s lover — ha ha!”
We were still in our nightgowns. Neelu held me in her arms and began caressing me. She cradled my head gently, her fingers playing with my long, lustrous black tresses. Her smoldering lips were just inches from mine. Suddenly she gripped my head with both hands and kissed me hard on the lips. The kiss almost singed me. I responded boldly, kissing her back with equal passion. Our eyes sparkled with mischief and excitement as we lost ourselves in the moment.
Neelu’s hand untied the strings of my nightgown. It slipped off my shoulders, exposing my hardening breasts. Her hands still held mine as her kisses grew longer and bolder. Soon our tongues were dancing together. I reached over and opened Neelu didi’s nightgown too. For a moment we parted so both gowns could slide to the floor. We stepped out of them completely naked.
Cheenu lay transfixed, staring at us, but we pretended not to notice her at all.
I looked at her with genuine respect and said, “Yes, Guruji.”
She began narrating her experiences with boys — how she went out to movies with them, how they would kiss her neck and fondle her, but how she had never allowed anyone to touch her under her garments.
“Why, Guruji?” I asked innocently.
She laughed. “You won’t understand yet, Reenu. When a boy touches a girl, she keeps saying ‘No, no,’ but a girl’s ‘No’ often means ‘Yes.’ It’s almost impossible for a girl to stay in control once a boy touches her breasts directly. The moment you lose control, you can lose your cherry very quickly.”
She added that she had no objection to going all the way, but since it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, she wanted it to happen with someone special, in the perfect setting, so she could savor every moment.
“Neelu didi, but isn’t it too painful?” I asked. “How can anyone bear that much pain?”
Neelu didi laughed and squeezed my breasts. “Banno, pain is half the joy. That’s what makes it so memorable.”
Just then, my aunty appeared and scolded us for chatting instead of moving the cot and arranging the room. “Act fast, girls. The elder ladies want to rest soon after dinner.”
I knew the real reason she was in a hurry — she had just finished her period and was now at her horniest, just like her husband.
“Okay, girls, what are you two doing under that quilt? Let me see,” she said, suddenly pulling the quilt away. But we had already moved apart like good girls and were lying properly.
We quickly shifted the cot and prepared the barsati room on the roof. It was wonderfully isolated. One could bolt the door leading to the roof, and anyone approaching had to walk quite a distance across the open terrace. The room even had an attached bathroom and toilet. We moved our things upstairs and brought Cheenu’s belongings as well.
When Cheenu arrived, Neelu didi hugged her in her usual bold style, squeezing her breasts and whispering something naughty in her ear. Cheenu laughed nervously but looked apprehensive about sleeping with us. She even tried to ask her mother if she could sleep elsewhere, but mausi gently refused. Only later did I realize it wasn’t just about space — the elders wanted to keep us growing teens away from any nocturnal mischief.
Dinner was served early. I teased my aunty, “Auntie, why are you rushing to your room? Let’s sit and chat for a while.”
She laughed, understanding my innuendo, and replied, “I have to arrange places for everyone. Your mother is already complaining that she’s feeling sleepy.”
Cheenu was still wearing her salwar suit, which covered her legs completely. Neelu didi and I couldn’t help giggling at how modest she looked.
When we went upstairs, I innocently asked my manjhali mausi (Cheenu’s mother), “Mausi, can we bolt the barsati door from inside?”
She nodded and even said, “Yes, tomorrow is a holiday, so everyone will wake up late. You girls can take your time.”
I bolted the door from our side and paused for a moment. I could hear mausi bolting the door downstairs as well. “We’ve brought all our clothes up here,” I called out. “We’ll come down only after getting ready.”
“Theek hai, aaram se aana,” she replied as she went down the stairs.
I was overjoyed — not just because I knew what would happen downstairs, but because this gave Neelu didi and me plenty of time to enjoy ourselves. I kept wondering how we would manage to get the shy Cheenu naked against her wishes. Would Neelu didi succeed in making her surrender? Alone, I could never overpower Cheenu, but with Neelu didi’s help, she would be no match for us.
After dinner, everyone retired to their allotted rooms. Neelu, Cheenu, and I climbed up to the barsati.
Cheenu pleaded once more to sleep with her mother, but she was firmly told to stay with us.
When I entered the room, Neelu didi had already changed into her nightdress, but Cheenu was still fully dressed in her salwar suit. I quickly changed into my nightgown and whispered to Neelu didi that both doors to the roof were now bolted from inside. Her face lit up with excitement.
Neelu didi told me to take the lead and promised she would support me fully.
Cheenu announced she would sleep in the farthest corner, but Neelu didi stopped her. “No, I’ll sleep there. My legs are long and I like to sleep on my side.” In the end, Cheenu was placed between Neelu didi and me.
Neelu pretended to be sleepy and lay down on one side of Cheenu. Cheenu looked nervous, clearly apprehensive about our usual pranks. We wished her good night, switched off the night lamp, and pretended to fall asleep.
I could feel Cheenu’s discomfort at being sandwiched between us. I suspected she knew about my earlier attempts to touch her while she slept and simply didn’t have the courage to protest openly.
The closeness of her body began to excite me in strange new ways. I could smell the faint scent of sweat from her armpits. Her silky salwar suit felt completely out of place in the warm, congested room. Cheenu kept shifting, trying to move away from me, but Neelu effectively blocked her by moving closer and lying in a W-shape, her folded knees pressing against Cheenu’s midriff. The more Cheenu tried to escape me, the more Neelu’s knees nudged against her belly — and cleverly, against her pussy area.
I turned to face Cheenu and tried to comfort her by casually placing my hand on her breasts. She immediately pulled it away. I changed sides and lay still. After ten to fifteen minutes of silence, Cheenu finally relaxed and drifted into a light sleep.
That was my cue. I slowly reached for the string of her salwar. It was tied at the waist with a cord that usually had a running loop, but Cheenu had knotted it tightly. It took me nearly ten minutes of careful tugging before I finally managed to loosen it without waking her.
The moment the string went slack, I slipped my hand onto her lap. A finger immediately touched mine and scratched lightly — it was Neelu didi. By now the moon had risen and the room was no longer completely dark. As soon as I loosened the cord, Neelu began pulling the salwar down from behind. Together, without Cheenu realizing, we managed to slide it down to her knees.
Instead of panties, we found Cheenu wearing rough khaki knickers with buttons. Removing them without waking her seemed impossible. Neelu hugged Cheenu tightly from behind and nodded for me to continue. I started unbuttoning the knickers. Just then, Cheenu woke up. Her hand reached down and she whispered in panic, “What is this?”
She tried to resist, but Neelu didi quickly caught both her hands and held them firmly. I took my time, teasingly slow, and pulled the salwar completely off. Then Neelu, still holding Cheenu’s hands with one of hers, pushed the khaki knickers down as well.
Cheenu expected our hands to immediately invade her most private area, so she clamped her thighs shut and covered her pussy with her folded hands. Instead, I slipped my hands under her top and gently grabbed her small, pert breasts, while Neelu didi began softly rubbing her labia with two fingers. I tweaked and caressed Cheenu’s nipples. Her body gradually grew warmer. Her resistance started melting, and she began to respond despite the strong mental fight she was putting up.
Neelu licked Cheenu’s back while I continued playing with her breasts. I could feel Cheenu slowly melting and becoming a willing participant — yet she still refused to show any open acceptance.
Not knowing what to do next, I suddenly heard Neelu didi roll over Cheenu and call out, “Reenu, it seems Cheenu is not liking this. Let’s play with each other instead. Come, let me make love to you, Reenu.”
I got out of bed and began removing my clothes. When I glanced at Cheenu, I saw her watching me eagerly. Neelu stood up, embraced me lovingly, and began showing clear signs of affection — deliberately ignoring Cheenu.
“Hey Reenu, why are you feeling so shy?” Neelu said loudly. “In a year or two, when you get married, you’ll have to disrobe for your husband every single day. Who knows, he might even make you naked in broad daylight. So don’t be shy, dear. Let me see you fully naked.”
She helped me out of my nightgown, teasing, “If you’re so shy, Reenu, just imagine you are Cheenu and I am making love to her. That way you won’t feel so embarrassed. Just pretend it’s Cheenu who is being stripped, and I am Cheenu’s lover — ha ha!”
We were still in our nightgowns. Neelu held me in her arms and began caressing me. She cradled my head gently, her fingers playing with my long, lustrous black tresses. Her smoldering lips were just inches from mine. Suddenly she gripped my head with both hands and kissed me hard on the lips. The kiss almost singed me. I responded boldly, kissing her back with equal passion. Our eyes sparkled with mischief and excitement as we lost ourselves in the moment.
Neelu’s hand untied the strings of my nightgown. It slipped off my shoulders, exposing my hardening breasts. Her hands still held mine as her kisses grew longer and bolder. Soon our tongues were dancing together. I reached over and opened Neelu didi’s nightgown too. For a moment we parted so both gowns could slide to the floor. We stepped out of them completely naked.
Cheenu lay transfixed, staring at us, but we pretended not to notice her at all.
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