An Evening with the Girls - 4
Balcony and Interruptions
Previously
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The moment she was outside, Gurleen wrapped her arms around herself. It was chilly for sure, and she would have felt every bit of chill, with so much of her skin exposed.
While inside the room, Nargis had insisted that the curtains be drawn. She wanted to be sure that it was night outside, and according to her, the closed curtains, made the room look smaller.
So, when me and Gurleen walked outside the balcony, the curtains were drawn, and the transparent glass didn’t offer me and Gurleen any privacy of sight. But then again, for a girl who had been going around in her lingerie for half an hour, privacy was hardly a concern. I back a little, while Gurleen leaned on the railing of the balcony. Her panty outlined how her ass would look without it.
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I lit a cigarette for myself. I walked beside her, and touched her back. Her skin was cold, from being bare all this time. But my god, it was soft. There was so much of her, I felt spoiled for choice as to where to touch her.
She looked back, her eyes were droopy, her mouth slack, but there was a smile on her face when she turned towards me, with her elbows resting on the railing of the balcony. A drunk smile.
I returned the smile, and offered her a cigarette. She made a superfluous gesture to lean forward as I lit her cigarette. I stared at her breasts, the deep cleavage, left very little to imagination how her breasts would look without a bra. After our cigarettes were lit, I stood beside her, with my elbows on the balcony.
We were silent, smoking away. A couple walked on the deck, hand in hand. It could have been me and Nidhi. I remembered that I hadn’t texted or called her in a while. I took out my phone and texted her. She replied back a little later, telling me that she had gone to bed, and had a tiring weekend with errands. I told her that I will see her in a couple of days.
I pocketed my phone, and turned my attention to the thick girl beside me. Her thick soft shoulders, her belly with flesh rolls, there was so much of her, that I could not have possibly run my eyes over her in quick glances. I was staring at her belly, when she said, “What are you thinking?”
What was I thinking indeed. It was close to 10pm. I had to drive back to Bombay early the next morning, else will face the wrath of Sunday mid-day traffic. I was with three young drunk girls. I had kissed two of them. Before answering her, I looked back. Through the glass sliding door, I saw top of Anvi’s head. Nargis was in the bed, stretching her long naked legs, and scrolling through her phone, with glazed eyes. I couldn’t see what Anvi was doing, but she wasn’t doing something that would have interested me particularly.
My room was right next to that room. It shared a wall. There was an empty bed in my room. Instead of smoking at the balcony, with a half-naked girl, wouldn’t it have been better if I had her under me, in that empty bed in my room? Or, maybe if it were Anvi, wouldn’t it have been better, if she was sitting on my dick, riding me, her young perky tits bouncing in front of my eyes, instead of sitting on a chair, with her black dress still on, scrolling through her phone? Or if it were Nargis, wouldn’t have been better, if she had been giggling while sucking my dick, instead of mindlessly scrolling through her phone? One girl at a time. But, I didn’t make a choice earlier in the evening. And now, I have my clothes on. Yes, I loved seeing Gurleen in her underwear, but what was the point of it? I barely had an erection all evening.
So, when Gurleen asked me what I was thinking, I took a deep breath, and decided it would be better if I went back to my room and jerked off to my fantasy of fucking one of these girls, than to waste my time here.
So, I let caution to the wind, and said, “I was thinking, this balcony is tall enough for you to kneel here and suck me. Nobody walking there will be able to see you doing that.”
I took a long drag of my cigarette after I finished saying that. When Gurleen was quiet, I turned my head towards her. I saw her observing the balcony for its height. My heartbeat quickened.
Gurleen’s cigarette was almost done. I touched her hand, she looked up, and I said, “I think you should throw it a little farther away. I wouldn’t want you to kneel down near burning cigarette butts,” I took the cigarette butt from her, and flicked it to a far corner of the balcony.
“I think the top of my head will be visible,” she said finally.
I chuckled, “I don’t think. Why don’t you kneel? We will know who is right.”
Gurleen chuckled, and smiled that drunk smile. She glanced at the girls in the room. The girls in the room only had to turn their heads towards is, and they would have seen Gurleen thinking if she should kneel in front of me.
I threw my cigarette away too, and touched her shoulders. I pushed her down, gently, smiling all along.
Gurleen lowered her large body, using the railing of the balcony for support. When she planted her knees on the hard floor, and looked up, I removed my hands from her shoulders. With a smile, I touched her head, and then moved my hand towards the railing of the balcony.
She chuckled, because she was right. Just an inch of her head was above the railing. If she bobbed her head while sucking me, someone observing from the room across the deck would have seen it. A moaning man with a slack mouth, and head bobbing at his waist height — it wouldn’t take a Sherlock to figure out that there was a blowjob at the balcony.
I smiled too, and decided to play along. I had a faint feeling of erection, seeing Gurleen on her knees. It must have been uncomfortable for her, since even in that short time, she kept shifting her weight.
“Okay, but you won’t be sucking me like this right,” I touched the back of her head, and jerked her towards me.
She lost her balance, and had to grab my thighs for support. But, in doing so, her face ended up very close to my crotch. I still had my hand on her head. I couldn’t see her face anymore, because it was so close to my crotch. Because, I had wanted to dress comfortably, I had decided to wear some running trousers. And of course, no underwear.
Having her face so close to my dick, having her head in my hand, and knowing that Anvi could see us like that any moment, made me hard. I didn’t control my urge to rub my dick. With her eyes at level with the bump of my hardening dick, I pressed it and rubbed my dick through the fabric of my pant. She tried to move away from there, but I kept her head in place. When I didn’t let her head pull away, she looked up at me. Her eyes, looked pretty. On her knees, in her bra and panty, Gurleen looked hotter to me than she had all evening.
When our eyes met, I said, “See, now nobody can see your head bobbing.”
I took a clutch of her hair and said, “And I will make sure that your head never goes beyond this height,” I gave her head a little jerk, moving it by a clutch of her hair.
Gurleen blinked. Her hands where on my knees now. She shifted her weight on the knees, looking uncomfortable, having been kneeling on the hard cold floor all this time.
“Do your knees hurt?”
“Uhmm,” she nodded. I felt her nod in my hand, I tightened my grip around the clutch of her hair, and said, “We should do something about it.” I playfully jerked her head around, simulating her head bobbing on my dick, “because you would have to be like that for a while.”
She smiled, a nervous smile. For me in that moment, it didn’t matter that we were out in the open. There were two other girls, separated by transparent glass, but they didn’t matter. What mattered was this nervous thick sexy girl, whose head I had in my hands, who had knelt in front of me to make a point.
“Tell you what, why don’t you pull my pants down?” I said.
“Hmm?” she said.
While still holding her by the hair, I took one of her hands, and placed it on the hem of my pant, “Pull it down, and you can use the pant as sort of a cushion for your knees.”
When I didn’t feel my pant being pulled down, I jerked her head towards me, this time making sure her face touches the bump in my pant. My patience had lowered a little by then. I wanted to feel something on my dick, and her timidness in saying a plain no, made me hard.
While I pressed her face against my crotch, I held her hand which was on the hem of my pant, and pushed it down. It was only when she started pulling it down that I let her face away from my crotch. She looked at me, with her lips parted. If I am to say how her face looked, it was an expression of nervousness at best and little bit of fright at worst.
I smiled as she straightened herself, put her other hand on the waistband of my pant and started pulling it down. I adjusted my body to help her pull my pant down in a smooth motion.
It’s an exciting feeling when a woman looks at your dick for the first time. You wouldn’t know how many dicks she had seen before, or how she had imagined your dick to be. But that’s the excitement, isn’t it? To have your organ seen, to declare that you are hard for her, to declare that you want to be inside her.
Gurleen didn’t take her eyes off my dick as she lowered my pant. When my pant was at my ankles, I held onto the railing to balance myself, as I got out of them.
“I think this will make you feel better,” I slid the pant toward her with my foot, gesturing her to keep below her knees.
Gurleen looked at the pant, and gingerly adjusted her huge body, to keep the pant below her knees. As she did that, I loosened my grip on her head. With my other hand, I squeezed the base of my dick, as I looked at her, observing every inch of her skin that I could.
Without my pants, I felt a bit of the chill. But, when Gurleen looked up and reached for my dick, being cold was the last thing on my mind. The contrast between her chubby and fair palm and my hard and dark brown dick was stark. Her palm felt cold on my dick. As she curled her fingers around my dick, to stroke it, she looked up. I smiled at her, hoping to ease her nervousness.
It wasn’t the best feeling to be stroked dry, on that cold balcony. I held my tee shirt up, to have a better look at Gurleen stroking my dick.
With my other hand, I jerked her head towards my dick. I didn’t have to tell her how to take a dick inside her mouth. As her face got nearer, her lips parted.
She didn’t suck me right away, and simply let me enter her mouth. When my dick touched the base of her mouth that she closed it around my dick. I pulled back a little, she loosened the suction around my dick. And I pushed back in. The next time I pulled out, she didn’t loosen her mouth.
I sighed in pleasure. All this time of waiting, and I was finally fucking something of Gurleen. All that time spent lusting over her thighs, her thick body, her fleshy belly, had culminated into me thrusting into her mouth, in that balcony.
Just like everything about Gurleen, her mouth was substantial. Her tongue was wet and soft around my hard dick. And that gluck of a sound she made when I touched the base of her mouth and pulled back, that made me moan. I had started thrusting harder into her mouth, needing to feel every bit of friction her mouth gave me. By then, I had held her head with both my hands, held it fixed in place as I fucked her mouth.
Gurleen wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. One moment she was holding on my thigh for balance, the other she was touching the base of my dick. I decided to give her something to do with those hands.
“Take off your bra,” I said, short of breath from pleasure of thrusting inside her.
She raised her eyes towards me, and then, she reached for the bra clasp behind. When she let her bra fall off, I was stunned by how big her breasts were. Large, almost too large for their own good, her breasts looked strained by their own weight. Her nipples were dark, but not the darkest I have seen. Her skin was so fair, that I could see the veins leading up to her nipples.
I wanted to keep fucking her mouth, but I couldn’t keep myself from not touching her naked breasts. I thrust inside her deep, held her face down, with my dick deep inside her, and then let her go.
As she caught her breath, I lowered myself to touch her breasts. Her huge chest was heaving and with it, her breasts heaved too. Soft and large, I ran my hands over them. It was futile to try and cup them. I squeezed them, massaged them, and saw faint ripples that all fat in the breasts made. It might be the cold or arousal, but her nipples had hardened. I rolled her both of her nipples between my fingers. She watched my hands as I played with her naked breasts. I stood up straight, stroked my dick once, before resuming fucking her face.
I don’t know how long it went. But it was long enough, for me to become impatient. I stepped forward, trying to get more of me inside her. But every time I would penetrate deep inside her mouth, she would gag. And there was the bell.
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I had forgotten about the others, lost in the pleasures of Gurleen’s wet and pliable mouth. When the bell rang, I turned my head towards the room, after a long time. I didn’t stop thrusting into Gurleen’s mouth, even when I saw that Nargis and Anvi were standing by the window, looking straight at us. I had no idea how long they had been standing there. When I turned, my eyes first met Anvi. I couldn’t read the expression in her eyes. My head wasn’t clear, it was filled with outright lust.
Nargis said something to Anvi. Anvi said something to her, and walked towards the door. Nargis smiled at me, as she reached for the curtains and drew them close.
Gurleen had her eyes closed when all that happened. I was close to cumming by then. It would have required a few strokes, and I could have glazed her face with my cum. But I didn’t want that. I was deciding what to do, when I heard the door to the balcony slide open.
Anvi walked into the balcony. She had changed into something comfortable after all. A pair of loose short pants and a loose black tee shirt. Gurleen tried to stop sucking me, but I kept her head fixed in place, refusing to pull out of her wet mouth, as Anvi walked up towards her.
She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking down at her friend’s mouth, which still had my dick inside it.
“The food has arrived,” Anvi said. Her tone wasn’t cold. It wasn’t warm. She said it in a matter-of-fact manner.
Gurleen tapped at my thighs. I let her head go. As soon as I did that, she let herself fall forward, planting her palms on the floor. She was catching her breath, when Anvi crouched and reached for Gurleen’s bra. She tapped Gurleen on the shoulder and said, “I think you should freshen up a little, and eat something.”
“Is that really necessary?” I asked the girls.
The two girls looked up. I was still hard, and I felt Anvi’s eye on my dick, as I continued, “I mean, the bra. I don’t see why she should wear it.” I stroked my dick, knowing full well, that the girls were looking at it.
Gurleen let out a breath, and then nodded.
As she tried to get up, I extended my hand. She held on to my hand, and the other was on Anvi’s shoulder. As soon as she was on her feet, I held her waist and planted a light kiss on the lips that I was fucking a minute ago.
“It was great,” I whispered in her ear, before letting her go. She walked away, with her breasts out.
I picked up my pant from the floor. I expected Anvi to follow Gurleen inside, but instead, she stood there, with her arms crossed. Without her body fitting dress, Anvi just looked slender, not the hot slender girl with whom I was talking at the same place, a little while back.
“What were you thinking?” she asked me. Her tone was disturbingly even.
I put on my pants, before speaking, “I was thinking how hot her mouth is.”
I reached for the packet of cigarettes. I heard Anvi sigh. She said, “You knew we were watching.”
I lit my cigarette, and exhaled the first smoke, “You could have closed the curtain.” I said, turning to her.
She was shaking her head. “That’s not the point. You —”
“Listen Anvi, me and Gurleen had a moment. Just like you and me had a moment. We simply let the moment take control.”
“That’s bullshit. You did it, because we were watching,” Anvi’s voice had a tinge of anger.
I smiled, “You think, I fucked Gurleen’s mouth to make you ‘jealous’?” I air-quoted the word jealous.
“Don’t talk about her like that,” she said.
“Like what?” I shot back, frowning.
“Fucking her mouth. You —”
“But that’s what I was doing,” I cut her mid-sentence.
“Listen, if you like her so much, just ask her if she would want to go and sleep in your room. There’s no need to put on this show.” Anvi said. She started to walk away. I held her by the wrist.
She stopped in her tracks, turned towards me.
“It was not a show,” I said quietly.
“Whatever. Just don’t use her for your cheap dopamine hits,” she tried to tug her wrist away.
I jerked her towards me. She let out a squeal as she took an involuntary step towards me.
I let her wrist go, and said, “I still don’t understand what you want.”
She was angry, “It doesn’t matter what I want. What —”
“It matters. It really does,” I evened my voice, and took a step closer to her. I took her hand in mine and said, “What is it that you want?”
“I think we have had this conversation before,” she sighed, “and I don’t have answer for you yet. Now, please, let’s go inside, have some food.”
“We will go inside. I think, we should give Gurleen some time to catch her breath. I wasn’t very gentle with her mouth,” I smiled and puffed on my cigarette.
Anvi’s face hardened, “See, every time I think that we can have a conversation like adults, you say something like this.”
“Like what?”
“Something sexual!” she crossed her arms and sighed.
“Anyway, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let Gurleen drink that much,” she shook her head and turned to go back inside.
“Just let me finish smoking. We can go inside. Stay. I will not say anything sexual about Gurleen,” I squeezed her arm.
I was pretty sober by then. Gurleen’s mouth was exciting, and if there wasn’t that bell, I would have probably finished inside her mouth. It would have been less than ideal to cum with so little action, but it was much better than having to deal with people and their drama.
While writing these stories, I have kept most of emo drama away. I am not devoid of emotions. I have had my share of crying and punching the wall after a heartbreak. Women can be complicated. But, by the time you are 30, you realize that all that drama, all those fights and all those difficult conversations were glass onions.
She slid the glass door, peeked inside the room, and then come and stood beside me.
Anvi stood on the balcony, hugging herself as she watched me take a drag on my cigarette. It must have been a little disorienting for her to be in this situation, standing on the cold balcony with someone she barely knew, waiting for him to finish his cigarette, after she saw his dick buried deep inside her friend’s mouth.
"You know Gurleen from college, right?" I asked.
Anvi nodded, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Yes, I do. But I'm not really in the mood to chat right now."
I raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" he asked. "Is something wrong?"
“Something’s wrong?! You were getting your dick sucked in the balcony! By a girl, who was so drunk that she had stripped to her underwear in front of everybody, and —,” there was rage in her voice.
“Okay okay, I thought we weren’t going to talk about anything sexual,” I showed her my palms.
Anvi hesitated, then let out a sigh. "It's just... I don't know how to do this," she said. "I'm not good at connecting with new people. I always feel like there's a barrier between me and them."
I looked at her with concern. "Is there a reason for that?" I asked gently.
Anvi looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the edge of her top. "I guess it goes back to this thing that happened when I was a teenager," she said. "I was at a party, and I was drugged and sexually assaulted. It was a really dark time in my life, and it left me feeling isolated and mistrusting of others. I found it hard to open up and let people in, and it just became harder and harder for me to connect with people, as I grew older."
I reached out and took Anvi's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said. "But you know, it's never too late to learn how to let people in. You're a strong, capable person, Anvi. I think you can do it."
Anvi looked up at him, a small smile on her lips. "I hope you're right," she said.
My cigarette was done. As I stamped it under my foot, I said, “And about Gurleen being drunk… I’ll tell you something honestly.”
I pocketed my hands, and said, “Earlier in the evening, I would have asked her to my room, to ‘hangout’. But she was drunk, which is why I wanted her to be among people she knows. I like her, and when she was standing next to me in her underwear, with all that skin naked, I couldn’t resist myself from doing what I did.”
Anvi was quiet. She studied her nails. I asked her, “Your boyfriend, I assume that he knows about the assault.”
She shook her head, “Only Gurleen knows about it. She was there in the party too. And…,” she looked me in the eyes, “and, I could never tell my parents. And I can never tell my boyfriend about it. I don’t think he would know what to say.”
I nodded, took a deep breath, and said, “I am sorry about earlier. I understand now why casual sex, especially in a setting like this, where everybody is drunk and not in all their senses, makes you uncomfortable.”
She smiled, was quiet for a bit and then asked me, “So, you were okay with getting you dick sucked like that. Would you be okay fucking her in front of us?”
“Uhh,” that question threw me off. I looked at my feet to buy some time. I puffed my cheeks and chuckled before answer, “I don’t see why that would be a problem.”
“And what about me?” she asked, tilting her head. Her face had softened by then. In the dim light of the moon, she looked beautiful, ever sharp feature of her face, silhouetted in the most beautiful way possible.
I didn’t answer the question. Instead, I leaned forward, with my hands still my pocket, and pecked her on the lips. I pulled away to see the expression on her face. I felt her eyes on my lips.
I took my hands out of my pockets, grabbed her waist, and pulled our bodies closer. Unlike earlier in the evening, I kissed with hunger. I kissed her like she was the only person that mattered, that her lips would save my life. She returned the kiss. And it was thrilling.
It was thrilling to feel her loosen her body, it was thrilling to feel her arms wrap around my neck, it was thrilling to feel her press her crotch against mine.
I was hard, on the edge by getting sucked by Gurleen, not so long ago. And I made sure that she felt that I was hard, by pressing the tip of my dick on every bit of flesh that I felt of her. I opened my eyes to look at the wall behind her.
And without saying anything, I started pushing her. She looked back, stepped back gingerly, until her back was against the wall. I kissed her, placing my hand behind her head. Her head, cushioned by my hand, kept hitting the wall. I tasted the insides of her mouth. But I wanted more.
I broke the kiss, and looked her in the eyes. She was licking her lips, when she felt my hand inside her tee shirt. Her waist, taut and smooth, felt amazing to touch. I squeezed her bare waist, and leaned forward to kiss her neck. I bit her skin, and I dug my fingers in whatever little fat was there in her waist.
I moved my hands behind her, and started going up, feeling up her spine. It didn’t take me long to realize that Anvi was not wearing a bra. The dark color of the loose tee shirt had hidden her nipple pokes and her breasts were so perky, that even to me, I couldn’t tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I wanted to see those perky breasts of hers.
I stopped kissing her neck, and stepped away. I held the hem of her tee shirt, and said, “I want this off.”
We both were breathless by then, by the sheer passion of kissing. She nodded, ever so slightly. I started pulling up her tee shirt.
The sight of her, without her top, her naked silhouette, made me say an involuntary, “Wow”
I let her tee shirt fall on the floor. I leaned forward, bring my face close to her breasts. Her nipples had hardened by then. I flicked one of her nipples with my tongue, and then moved to do the same to another. When I cupped her breasts, they felt warm and firm, just as I had imagined. I looked her in the eyes as I squeezed her breasts, and thumbed her nipples.
I kissed her parted lips and played with her naked breasts. I was incredibly hard by then. I stopped kissing her, and looked down where our crotches met. I rubbed my hard dick against her crotch, while I played with her nipples.
It was the first proactively sexual thing Anvi did to me — she raised a little bit of my tee shirt, and slipped her hand inside my pant. I stepped back, and saw her hand slide down my pant, to touch my dick. Her hands felt cold against my warm hard dick. I pulled down my pant and let it slide down to my knees.
I watched her slender hand stroke my dick. She caressed my thighs with the other hand. I felt her sharp fingernails scrap against the base of my dick. But then, when she squeezed my dick, all that danger from sharp finger nails felt justified. Her fingers curled around my dick, her naked firm breasts in my hand, in that cold Alibag evening, things seemed just right. Only if there was a cushioned bed to push her against.
There was a knock on the glass door to the balcony. Nargis was peering between the curtains. Because the curtains had been drawn since the food had arrived, the balcony had been dark. The light from the curtains being parted a little, was jarring. The light band illuminated one of Anvi’s naked breasts, my hand cupping that breast and my hard dick in her hand.
We both were looking at Nargis’ face through the glass door and had stopped midway between our intimacy, as if a video had been paused. Nargis looked behind her, and let the curtain fall. I looked at Anvi, and had opened my mouth to say something to her, when Nargis slid the door open and walked out to the balcony.
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