Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

#KAVYA

I had been friends with Vijay since grade school. We had played little league as well as getting in a lot of trouble together but of a more innocent variety, unlike many of the kids of today. As we had gotten older and reached our teens we stayed friends even though we now had as many differences as we did similarities. In spite of that we were as close as ever with the fact that we lived within a ten minute walk of each other certainly being a contributing factor.


Our friendship in fact directly led to me losing my virginity during the summer when I was eighteen years old. Vijay  was the youngest of his family with a sister who was three years older than him And a brother even older than that who had moved out on his own. His sister was a good looking girl with dirty blond hair and buttery skin who had inspired many fantasies in my short life.

On more than one occasion she had given me fodder for my masturbatory activity. Like this one time she had been wearing a hoodie with the zipper down and no shirt or bra underneath it and depending on the angle I was looking at her from I caught many glimpses of her soft breast and pink nipple. Once I even made out with her after she had recently broken up with a boyfriend. Both Linda, my friend Vijay  and I had smoked some hash and afterwards she had met me in the driveway and beckoned me to join her in her garage. She asked if I wanted to kiss her and I eagerly assented. Linda told me to keep my hands to myself and just follow her lead. I’ll never forget how soft her lips were or how she smelled great.


We only kissed for a couple of minutes when she was spooked by the next door neighbor coming home. I never got another chance to repeat this and I was so hard the whole time we kissed but the worst part was I never could say anything as it would have gotten back to Vijay . When we were fifteen his parents had divorced but I think they had been having problems for a while before that because I remembered times where I was over their house and you could cut the tension with a knife.

So Vijay ’s father had moved out of the house and his mother had resumed working due to the situation but otherwise things seemed to remain the same. 

coming to me, I was a teenager having fun as I listened to music, hung out with my friends, worked out, got drunk or high, worked part time jobs and ineptly chased girls. Part of my difficulty with girls was that I was somewhat shy by nature and I had the tendency of being tongue tied around members of the fairer sex. Being drunk or high somewhat mitigated that but it had the negative effect of scaring away girls who weren’t partiers or didn’t wish to go out with guys who were.


Plus when under the influence I might well have the gift of gab but often what I said was nonsense or certainly nothing that would endear me to a young lady. The only girl I actually cared about as a person had broken my heart when I caught her drunkenly making out with a bitter rival of mine which definitely didn’t help my troubles. So there I was, eighteen with no girlfriend  guys not as good looking as me managed to score with girls due to a glib tongue.


This particular summer afternoon I had worked my part time job a few hours and after getting off I was looking for something to do. On my way home I had smoked some weed as I cut through the park and feeling mellow I decided to stop at my friend Vijay ’s house to see if he wanted to hang. It was one of those sweltering summer days that in retrospect seem more enjoyable but at the moment when the sweat is dripping down your body you long for the cooler temperatures to come.


His house was green and believe it or not there was a white picket fence in the front. I headed up the driveway and went to the back door that led to the kitchen as that was the entrance I always used. After climbing the steps I rapped lightly on the glass section of the door. If no one answered I would usually throw pebbles at his bedroom window which was by the back of the house. The sound of a radio playing was clearly coming from the nearby open kitchen window so I knocked louder this time.


Following that I heard the sound of a chair scbanging along the floor followed by footsteps after which the back door opened. Surprisingly it wasn’t Vijay  or his sister who answered the door but his mother. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet as she stood in the doorway and her eyes were red as if she’d been crying.



“Oh hello Ravi” she said .

“Hi Mrs. Kavya, is Ravi  here?” I asked but before she had a chance to answer there was the sound of glass breaking from inside the kitchen.

“What’s that?” she said turning toward the sound of the noise. “Buttercup no, get away from there” she said as she moved away from me.

Buttercup was their family cat and as I stepped inside pulling the door behind me I saw the feline leap from the kitchen table and scurry off in the opposite direction. An open bottle of red wine sat alone on the table and there was a broken wine glass as well as the wine that had been in it in a pool on the kitchen floor.



“Stupid cat” she said to no one in particular as she grabbed a towel from by the sink and bent over to wipe up the mess.

To be honest maybe I should have been polite and asked her if she wanted any help but I was entranced as I watched her. Mrs. Kavya Madhavan had always been an attractive woman but there was something about the way she looked that day that had me mesmerized. She was wearing a saree which seemed to shimmer as she moved and usually her black hair was up in some kind of bun-like hairstyle but that afternoon it was hanging free with long strands of it sticking to her neck due to the humidity.



As she wiped up the dark red fluid I couldn’t help but notice her big round ass and ample hips sway back and forth as she moved. Maybe it was due to the sweltering heat or the fact that I was high or just that I was a horny teenager but without realizing it my hand crept to my crotch and fondled my growing erection. Suddenly my brain came to life but before I could move my hand Mrs. Kavya Madhavan turned my way. I’m not sure which of us was more surprised - me for being caught playing with myself as I ogled her or Mrs. Kavya Madhavan at discovering her son’s best friend was rubbing himself while he stared at her big ass.



Her mouth opened wide from the shock and the next thing I knew she cried out in pain and dropped the towel before lifting her hand. There was now blood seeping from a cut in her hand as she winced from the wound. That cleared my head somewhat and I sprang into action, first helping her to her feet and guiding her to the sink. My eyes examined her cut and it didn’t look too bad, certainly not deep but there appeared to be a sliver of glass imbedded in her flesh. Turning on the cold water I held her hand under the flow and with some satisfaction I watched the glass pushed from the cut and into the sink.

“Keep it under the water until the bleeding stops” I told her before asking “Where do you keep the first aid supplies Mrs. Kavya?”



It took her a moment to answer as she appeared somewhat confused by the turn of events but she then told me upstairs in the bathroom medicine cabinet. Before heading up there I took a wad of paper towel and covered the mess on the floor with the hope if the cat reappeared it would keep it away from the shattered glass. I bounded up the stairs two at a time and removed peroxide and band aids from the cabinet before returning to the kitchen.

Mrs. Kavya Madhavan still had her hand under the stream of water but the blood had slowed to less than a trickle. Quickly I wiped her hand dry then I poured some peroxide over the cut. She made a face but didn’t say anything. Next I applied a band aid tightly and inspected my handiwork.

“Well Ravi, will I live do you think?” she asked with a smile.



“I believe the prognosis is excellent that you will Mrs. Kavya Madhavan but I’m not a doctor. Now sit down and I’ll clean this mess” I told her.

Putting my words to action I proceeded to blot up the sticky liquid along with the shards of glass. Knowing from past visits where the broom was kept I retrieved it and made sure I hadn’t missed any fragments before finally wiping down the floor one more time with a wet towel. Finally finished I discarded the towel and turned to Mrs. Kavya Madhavan who was watching me with a bemused smile on her pretty face. I noticed there now were two wine glasses on the table filled with wine.

“Very impressive job , there is no way Ravi  would be so efficient. Now come sit here so I can thank you for your gallant service” she said patting the chair next to her.



Somewhat apprehensively I approached her and sat down, remembering what at the least was one of the reasons she had cut her hand. The fact that she was startled at seeing me touching myself probably caused her injury and I was fearful of what she now was going to say. She looked into my eyes and I found myself out of my league and felt like I could drown in their brown depths.


“Ravi first let me thank you for your timely first aid, you didn’t panic and you did a wonderful job” she began to which I mumbled a thank you.


“Now have a sip of wine” she said pushing a glass towards me.


“Umm I don’t know Mrs. Kavya Madhavan if I should drink wine” I answered her to which she laughed in reply.



“Oh please Ravi, I know for a fact that both you and my son drink whenever you can get away with it and by the way I never had answered your original question due to circumstances but Ravi  is spending this afternoon and night with his father. Also unless my nose isn’t working right you’ve been smoking one of those funny little cigarettes so some nice vino shouldn’t be a problem. Besides with what I’m about to say I think you may need it.”



On hearing that I felt my mouth dry up and my stomach got a sinking feeling so I picked up the glass and swallowed it down in one gulp before placing it back on the table. What kind of trouble would I be in now I wondered to myself as I felt the wine slide down my throat. If she told my family, or even worse Ravi , that I was touching myself while I watched her I didn’t know what would happen when her voice brought me back to reality.

“The wine is good, right?” she said but she didn’t seem to really want an answer.
“Ravi do you think I’m attractive, is that why you were playing with your cock?” she suddenly asked, shocking me as much by using the word cock as with the question in general. I hemmed and hawed not knowing what to say to her.



“It is a simple question Ravi and I think I deserve an answer when a young man who has been welcome in my house for ten years suddenly starts rubbing his private parts as he watches me. So am I attractive?”