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Chapter 8 New Eden
New Eden
That night, as Madan lay in the dark thinking of the server room they had lost and the sadness still clouding Meera’s eyes, he remembered his classmate Ram mentioning at the start of the semester that he was looking for a housemate. Since he had been away in Singapore then, he had no idea if anything had come of it.
First thing the next morning Madan caught Ram near the lab.
“Ram bro, you’re staying outside this year, right?”
“Yes, Mama. I’m in a 2BHK independent bungalow, just a kilometre from campus.”
“Is it only you?”
“Our junior Mohan is staying with me.” Madan felt a flicker of disappointment.
“Okay.”
“Why the sudden interest?”
“I thought you were still looking for housemates.”
“We are. The rooms are huge and the house is perfect, but the rent is killing us. We might have to vacate soon.” Ram pulled out his phone and showed him photos.
Madan scrolled through them slowly. “Actually, I’m looking for a room. The hostel feels too cramped these days.”
“That would be perfect. Mohan and I can share one room; you take the other one entirely. We even have car parking.” Ram was selling hard, but Madan was already sold—the rooms had air-conditioning and attached bathrooms with tubs.
“One room and car park. I’ll pay seventy percent of the rent while I’m here.”
“You’re a lifesaver, Mama.”
“How about bringing friends over? Any complaints?”
Ram knew exactly who Madan meant. “We both bring our girlfriends all the time. No issues. The owner lives abroad—he doesn’t even call as long as the rent is on time. The whole street is full of PGs for working boys and girls from IT. No families around.”
“I never knew you had a girlfriend.”
“Both of ours are from the nearby ladies’ college. Not from here.”
“Cool. When can I move in?”
“Tomorrow is fine. We’ll have your room ready.”
They shook hands, the deal sealed, their friendship quietly upgraded.
Madan’s first plan had been to use the place only for stolen afternoons with Meera. He decided not to mention it to her until he was certain the house felt safe.
The next day, early in the morning, Madan went over. Ram and Mohan greeted him with eager smiles. The newly constructed bungalow was exactly as promised. Madan liked it instantly and quietly changed his mind—he would live here fully for the next four months. He bought a new mattress, returned to the hostel with Ram, packed all his things, and settled in with Ram’s help.
Later that afternoon Madan sent her a message.
“Cheeks, do you have any classes today?”
“What do you have in mind, Mama? It doesn’t matter if I have class or not.”
“Come with me.”
He drove her from campus and stopped in front of the quiet bungalow.
“Cheeks,” he said softly, taking her hand as they stepped inside, “this is our new Eden.”
Meera looked around the spacious, sunlit living room, then turned to him with wide, shining eyes. “Mama… did you rent an entire house just because we lost the server room?”
“No, my love. Just one room. The other belongs to Ram and Mohan. I’ll introduce you to them later.” He led her down the short corridor and opened the door to his room.
She stepped inside and let out a soft, delighted breath at the generous space—the large bed, the attached bathroom, the quiet privacy. “This is wonderful,” she whispered, already kicking off her shoes. She lay back on the fresh mattress; arms stretched above her head. “Finally… a real bed.”
Madan stood at the foot of the bed, watching her with quiet reverence. The sight of her there—happy, relaxed, safe—filled him with deep satisfaction.
Meera sat up, eyes sparkling with mischief. She slipped off the bed, locked the main house door, then returned to the bedroom and latched the door behind her.
“New rule for Eden,” she already reaching for the hem of her crop top. “Inside this room, neither of us ever wears a single stitch of clothing.”
She peeled the tight crop top over her head in one smooth motion, revealing a delicate black lace bra that barely contained her full breasts. She unbuttoned her jean shorts and pushed them down her thighs, exposing the matching black lace panties that sat teasingly low on her hips. With a wicked little smile she reached back, unhooked the bra and let it slide down her arms, then hooked her thumbs into the tiny waistband of the panties and slowly peeled them off.
In seconds she stood completely bare, golden skin glowing in the soft light, every lush curve on full, unhindered display.
Madan’s breath caught at the sight. He undressed without hesitation, eyes never leaving hers. When he was as naked as she was, Meera stepped forward, pressed her warm body flush to his, and whispered against his mouth, “Let’s break in our new bed, Mama.”
She pushed him gently onto the mattress and climbed over him, turning so they lay in a slow, luxurious sixty-nine. Her mouth found his cock first. At the same time, she lowered her pussy onto his waiting mouth. Madan groaned into her folds. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm; the room filled only with the wet sounds of devotion and the occasional breathless “Mama” or “Cheeks.”
When the pleasure grew too sharp, Meera shifted, straddling his chest. She took his cock between her full breasts, pressing them together around the slender length, and began to slide up and down in slow, deliberate strokes. Her nipples dragged across his skin with every glide; her eyes stayed locked on his.
“Look at this naughty kutti,” she murmured, her voice low and husky with wicked delight as she squeezed her breasts tighter around his throbbing length. “Mama… I think it’s having the time of its life between my tits.”
Madan’s hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her stiff nipples as he thrust between them. “Better than anything, Cheeks.”
She worked him faster, squeezing her breasts tighter around his throbbing length until his hips jerked sharply. Madan came with a broken groan, thick ropes of cum spilling hot across her cleavage and throat.
Meera smiled, slow and satisfied. She scooped the creamy release with her fingers, bringing each glistening strand to her lips and licking them clean as though tasting warm honey. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at him.
“You want some, Mama?”
Madan’s breath was still ragged. “Not right now, Cheeks. Let it dry a little. I’ll lick them clean later.”
Meera laughed softly, bringing her fingers back to her mouth. “Your loss, my love. I’m finishing my snack then.”
She continued scooping every drop from her breasts, licking her fingers one by one with lazy enjoyment while holding his gaze.
They stayed tangled together, breathing slow and deep, until exhaustion claimed them. By evening the doorbell rang. They dressed quickly, laughing softly as they straightened each other’s clothes, then opened the door to Ram and Mohan. Madan introduced Meera with quiet pride.
That Friday, Meera checked out of her hostel under the pretext of going home. Instead, she went straight to the bungalow. When she and Madan entered, Ram and Mohan were already seated in the hall with their girlfriends on the three two-seater sofas. Madan and Meera settled onto the remaining sofa.
“Mama, sis,” Ram said with an easy grin, “meet my girl Janani—we call her Janu—and this is Kavi, short for Kavitha, Mohan’s girlfriend.”
“Hi, nice to meet you both,” Madan and Meera said almost together.
Mohan gestured toward them proudly. “Guys, meet Madan mama and Meera sister—basically the power couple of our college.”
“You can all call me Cheeks,” Meera offered with a warm, genuine smile, her eyes moving kindly across the four of them.
Both girls had imagined Meera as some ultra-modern diva with a bit of heroine attitude, based on everything Ram and Mohan had told them. They were pleasantly surprised—her looks and style were diva-level, but her expressions and way of speaking felt refreshingly down-to-earth.
“Ram’s told us so much about you two,” Janani said, smiling. “It’s nice to finally put faces to all the stories.”
Madan chuckled softly. “We’re actually pretty simple. Hope they didn’t overhype us too much—most of its probably lies.”
“Anna, we don’t believe everything they say blindly,” Kavitha replied with a playful laugh. “But we know you got placed in that huge American MNC and we’ve seen Cheeks’ dance videos. You both are seriously impressive.”
“Totally agree,” Janani added, nodding enthusiastically.
Meera felt a warm wave of relief wash over her. Barely a week since she had announced her engagement to Madan, the ladies’ hostel had become a minefield of envious stares and hissed “bitch” comments. These two girls knew nothing of that circle or its gossip; they carried none of the baggage. For the first time in days, she could simply let her guard down and be herself.
“Alright, enough about us,” Meera said, leaning forward with interest. “Tell us about you two. Other than your college, we know nothing at all.”
“We’re in final year UG,” Janani said. “We stay in the private hostel right behind this house.”
Madan raised an eyebrow, amused. “Ram and Mohan… now I know exactly why you rented this place.”
“Guilty as charged,” Ram admitted with a sheepish grin. “We even bribed the security at their hostel so they can sneak out whenever they want.”
“Brothers, I thought you two were innocent,” Meera teased, eyes sparkling.
“Cheeks, please,” Kavitha laughed, waving a hand. “We’re all in this together. No one here is innocent.”
Laughter rippled through the hall.
Madan glanced around the group with a quiet smile. “We’re heading out for dinner. You all want to join?”
“Absolutely,” came the chorus.
In the car Madan drove with Meera beside him in the front while Ram and Mohan sat in the back, their girlfriends curled happily in their laps. Food and wine flowed freely once they reached the restaurant, and stories spilled from everyone — light, easy, unfiltered — weaving the first warm threads of real friendship between the six of them.
By the time they returned to the bungalow that night, Madan was the only one completely sober. Everyone was high and tipsy.
The group gathered in the living room, eyes fixed on the television screen while they replayed highlights from the day.
“When it’s time,” Ram said, “Mohan and I will take turns using our room. The other couple gets the hall.”
Mohan nodded. “Every bedroom door stay locked on both sides—total privacy for everyone.”
They all grinned.
“Basically, an orgy with privacy,” Ram added.
Everyone burst into laughter.
Meera slipped toward the bedroom, motioning Madan to follow.
Ram pulled him aside.
“Mama,” Ram said, “we have condoms stuffed everywhere in this house. Feel free to use them anytime you want.” Ram indicated the exact spots hidden in Madan’s room.
“Good setup, Ram,” Madan replied with a nod. “Really appreciate it.”
When Madan stepped into the room, surprise flickered through him at the sight of Meera already naked, leaning back against the headboard while scrolling on her phone. He savored the evolution—from the conservative shell she had worn upon his return from Singapore to the slow return of daring outfits, culminating in this bold comfort of being bare in a room with the door closed yet unlocked.
He stretched out beside her, his cheek brushing the curve of her ass. Then he lifted her effortlessly, positioning her directly over his face so his nose nestled into her pussy while his mouth sealed over her clit.
She kept scrolling through her phone, one foot curling around his hardening cock to stroke it in slow, firm glides while the other teased his balls with gentle presses and rolls. Her toes curled tighter around his shaft, soles gliding up and down the full length in rhythmic strokes that built steady pressure, occasionally tapping lightly at his sack with her heel to send sharp sparks of pleasure through him. All the while her hips rocked lazily against his face, grinding her slick folds over his nose and lips as his tongue lapped hungrily at her clit, sucking the swollen nub between his lips and flicking it rapidly until her thighs trembled around his head. Her footwork grew more insistent, toes squeezing his cockhead on each upward stroke while her heel nudged his balls in playful, stinging taps that made his hips buck helplessly beneath her.
After twenty minutes of this, Meera slid down to lie atop him. Madan reached into the hidden stash and retrieved a condom.
“What, Mama,” she asked, voice dripping with playful accusation and wicked delight, “are you really planning to steal your drunk little Cheeks’ virginity tonight?”
“No, Cheeks,” he answered softly, “just protecting my love. We don’t want any accidental little Madan running around yet, right?”
A slow, mischievous smile curved her lips. “Good thinking, my sweet Mama. From now on in our Eden, the only thing allowed to wear anything at all… is a tight condom wrapped around your sweet little kutti.” Meera helped slide it on and settled back onto him with his dick standing erect just below her pussy between her thighs. She began to dry hump, grinding her slick folds along his sheathed length until he came. She peeled off the condom, poured the cum onto his belly, and licked it clean. They drifted off to sleep spooning.
The next two days melted into a private Eden where the world beyond their door ceased to exist. They emerged only when a friend knocked gently to announce that food had arrived. Though Meera had been expected at dance practice, she chose instead to guide her team through a live video stream, her voice carrying clear and confident while she remained gloriously naked beside her beloved. The pair spent every other moment of those stolen hours completely bare, skin pressed to skin, lost in the tender, consuming intimacy that bound their hearts ever more deeply.
During dinner on Sunday night, Meera invited Janani and Kavitha from the culfest to view her dance coming Saturday.
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