The Long Weekend - 4
The evening begins
Previously
4
After the shower, Ishita changed into a pair of shorts and a loose tee shirt. The plan of going to the swimming pool was dropped altogether. Instead, they were supposed to chill till the evening.
Ishita had texted Kalpesh that he was supposed to make the proposition when the four of them were together. And then, she posted in the group, telling Aditi and Kalpesh to come to Ishita and Manan’s room. They would chill in the room, winding down a little, and see where the rest of the evening goes from there.
There were still a couple of hours, so, Ishita and Manan snuggled in the bed. There was hardly anything on the TV to watch, so, Manan fired up Netflix on the TV. Ishita fell asleep while Manan was still browsing which title to watch. Manan didn’t wake her up. He took off her glasses and kept it on the side table, and caressed her forehead, as he started a random rom-com.
The evening to come would be different and the same. It wouldn’t be the first time that he will see Ishita fucking another guy, but since that Wednesday night when she had said that she loved him, things were supposed to be different. When he had said yes to this trip, he hadn’t expected it to turn out to be like this. It was different when they went with Aliva and Dhruv, people whom they have been with, people with whom being naked was natural. Dhruv keeping his hand on Ishita’s thigh was natural. Aliva sitting on Manan’s lap was natural.
But this thing with Aditi and Kalpesh, there was something unnatural about it, though Manan couldn’t place his finger on it. Yes, he had been thinking a lot about Aditi, her face, her smile, her breasts, her taut belly, her ass and her bare legs. It wasn’t natural for him to think about her when he was inside Ishita. It had never happened. He drifted off to sleep, feeling Ishita’s head on his shoulders and his mind wondering why it all felt unnatural.
When he woke up, Ishita was sitting on the cushioned seat by the glass walls, and browsing her phone. She had her legs on the table, the dull yellow lights which she had switched on, shone off her skin. Manan sat up, and reached for his phone. It was close to 6 PM. Ishita hadn’t drawn the curtains of the glass wall. It had darkened outside, but the October sun refusing to go down early.
“You are up!” Ishita smiled at him. From her voice, it seemed that she had been up for some time.
Manan got off the bed, and walked up to her. He planted a kiss on her cheek, before walking to the bathroom, to splash his face with water. When he was out, Ishita said that the others would be in the room in half an hour.
“Do you think I should dress up? I mean, we will be going down later, at least, that’s what I told Aditi,” Ishita asked him.
The loose tee shirt she was wearing was a tragedy on her. It did nothing to highlight her breasts, and the tee shirt was long enough to cover the juiciest curves of her ass. Manan walked to the seat in front of her, and said, “I think you should dress down.” He touched her legs with his feet, and laid back to look at her.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Just wear one of your kurtas,” he said, unlocking his phone.
“Yeah, that’s what I meant by dressing up. But I don’t want to get into my bra right now.”
“Then don’t,” he looked at her, “I said, just a kurta. It would seem like you were getting ready, and they arrived a little too early. Wear a panty though, else it will be too obvious.”
Ishita was quiet for some time, and then said, “You know, this is the first time we are talking this much about a couple we are inviting.”
“It is,” Manan said, his voice a little strained.
Ishita got up from the chair, and went behind his chair, and wrapped her arms around him, “If you don’t want this, we don’t do it. It can be just drinking and - ”
“No,” Manan looked at her and smiled, “I want this.”
Ishita smiled at him, kissed his cheek, and went away.
“I think, I should order a few things to eat and drink,” Manan said. He browsed through the bed side menu. Before deciding on the alcohol, he looked up to find Ishita. She was out of her shorts and tee shirt, and was looking at the two choices of panties which she had brought.
“What should I order to drink?” Manan asked.
“Aditi loves vodka. I don’t know about him. You know what I like,” Ishita said, finally choosing a lace black panty.
Manan watched her, get into a white short kurta. He picked up the phone, and waited till it was his turn to speak, “One large bottle of Absolut, one large bottle of Ballentine’s, some orange juice, and lots of ice.”
As the guy on the phone, confirmed the order, Manan watched Ishita twirl around, and check herself out in the mirror. The kurta was long enough to cover her ass, but only if she held the hem down. When she let it go, because of the curve of her ass it stayed suspended in the air. The cut in the kurta, exposed the waist band of her black panty, a stark contrast against her white kurta.
“Yes, get the food with the drinks,” Manan said and kept the receiver down.
As Ishita walked around in her short kurta, every step revealed her thick juicy thighs, the kurta parting away, to show her panty. The unnatural way in which she was wearing the kurta, made even a simple piece of clothing look sexy on her. Manan realized that he hadn’t smoked in a long while. He was about to tell Ishita that he was going down to smoke, when the door bell rang.
Ishita and Manan looked at each other. Manan sat down on the cushioned seat, and Ishita went to get the door.
When Ishita got the door, she immediately started speaking, “Ah, sorry, I was a little late to get ready. Come on in, it’s okay.”
Manan watched the group come in. He noticed Kalpesh looking at Ishita’s ass. When his eyes met Manan, he smiled at Manan. Manan smiled back. Behind everyone else was Aditi.
She was looking gorgeous, almost too gorgeous for the room. She wore a black pleated skirt, a white tank top, with a red leather jacket. The top ended a couple inches below her perky breasts, exposing much of the midriff. The jacket was long, reaching almost below the waistline of her skirt. But, she had left the zipper open. The top left much of her skin un-convered, and as she walked, the jacket moved revealing and hiding her bare skin in a frustrating cycle of hide and seek.
Its low-neck line, made sure that there was ample cleavage to look at, and whenever she walked, there was slight bounce to her breasts. The top hugged every side of her breasts, leaving little to imagination of how big and shapely they were. She wore a dark red lipstick, almost matching her jacket, and making her lips look luscious, and her smile even more irresistible.
The skirt was short, shorter than half of her thigh, or maybe it was longer, and it was the curve of her ass which shortened how much of her thighs it covered. While in the car, her legs were simply bare, in the skirt, those same bare legs seemed delightfully tasty. Ishita pointed to the seat in front of Manan, and then told Manan, “We should have asked for a couple of more chairs.”
“Yeah, I will do that,” Manan said, not taking his eyes of her Aditi. She gave him a nervous smile when she sat down.
Manan made a call and asked for two more seats. It took some convincing, but they finally agreed to arrange for a two-seater couch. Manan announced that, and until then, Ishita sat on the edge of the bed, and patted to her side for Kalpesh to sit. The way Ishita sat, the kurta parted between her legs, collapsing between them, completely exposing the sides of her legs to everyone in the room. Manan saw uneasiness on Aditi’s face as she saw it happen. Aditi crossed her legs; her bare thighs squashed together invited a lingering gaze. When she sat down, the jacket parted, giving a peek of her blemish free underarms.
“So, how was the afternoon?” Ishita asked Aditi.
Although the question was to Aditi, Kalpesh started speaking and gave a non-answer, “It was a lot of fun. Absolutely love the room.”
Ishita started talking about what had been ordered, and the fact that they will drink and eat a little before going down for dinner. Manan kept a polite smile on his face, as he watched everyone talk, contributing little to the conversation. Aditi kept shifting in her seat, giving her skirt and top, tugs every time she shifted. Every time she pulled her top, there was a slight ripple in her cleavage. It was unclear to Manan if she was uncomfortable with her own outfit, or she was uncomfortable with Ishita’s incomplete outfit.
After a short while, there was a bell. The sofa was there. Two men carried the sofa in. One of them did a double take when he saw Ishita sitting in just the kurta. She saw that, but made no effort to adjust the kurta, and instead pretended to keep talking with Aditi and Kalpesh. As the men were going, Manan went after them, and asked both of them in general, “We cannot smoke in the room, can we?”
The two looked at each other. One of them replied, “No sir. These are non-smoking rooms.” The other one, shook his head.
Manan sighed. He knew this dance. It worked in some hotels, in others it didn’t. But he thought he would try his luck, “There are smoke detectors, yes. But do they work?”
“Of course, sir!”
“Even in the bathroom?” Manan asked, reaching into his pocket. He took out a ₹500 note and repeated the question, “Just for some information.” He handed it to the guy who was talking the most.
“In some of the bathrooms, no,” the man said, pocketing the money.
Manan nodded, “Thank you.”
It wasn’t necessary to give them the money. The smoke detectors in most bathrooms tend to be checked the least. And the ones in the actual room, won’t go off if you smoke a couple of cigarettes. But with Manan, a couple of cigarettes were hardly ever enough. So, in rooms like these, he tended to smoke in the bathroom, when going down to a smoking area was too much of a hassle. He could have gone down for a quick smoke, but he didn’t want to leave her with them. He was feeling protective of her, protective of Aditi.
He knew how blunt Ishita can be when it came to sex. And whatever little he knew about Kalpesh, Manan suspected that Kalpesh would enjoy Ishita’s bluntness. She might be a friend to Aditi at work or even outside the hotel room, but on a large bed and the prospect of a good fuck made Ishita a very different person.
When he walked back from the door, Ishita and Kalpesh were already seated on the sofa, their knees an inch away. Manan looked at Aditi, who was smiling, but her eyes were locked onto the two in front of her, nervously moving all over them. It was the first time Manan spoke directly to Aditi, “I am going to smoke, would you like one too?”
She looked up, her large eyes looking through the glasses, “Umm. We have to go down for it, right?”
“No, we can smoke in the bathroom,” Manan said, placing his hand on Ishita’s shoulder. He gave it a little squeeze.
“When are the drinks coming?” Ishita asked Manan.
“Soon, I guess. If it doesn’t come by the time we finish smoking, I’ll call again,” Manan looked at Aditi and smiled. He walked to his bag, and took out his packet of Marlboros and his lighter. When he looked for Aditi, she was already across the room, walking toward him. She walked with her hands clenched. Her skirt swayed a little as she walked. Her nervousness was contagious. It had been sometime that Manan had been nervous being alone with a woman.
He walked into the bathroom, and Aditi followed him. He walked past Aditi, their bodies so near, yet not touching. He closed the door and said, “Don’t worry, we can see them through there.” He pointed to the privacy glass. The bathroom had almost dried up from Manan and Ishita’s time inside; although, he would have liked a more pristine bathroom for his first time talking with Aditi.
Manan quietly pulled out a cigarette and offered it to Aditi. He held the light for her. As she took her first puff, she looked back at her boyfriend and Ishita on the sofa. The way they were sitting, their heads were turned away from Manan and Aditi. Their shoulders were touching, and Kalpesh seemed to be looking at something intently that Ishita was probably showing on her phone.
“Why are you are nervous?” Manan had lit his cigarette and spent a moment watching Aditi look the couple on the sofa.
Aditi quickly turned her head to him, “No... Why will I be nervous?” She puffed at her cigarette.
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“I don’t know. It’s been barely 12 hours since I have met you. But you are nervous,” Manan said. Aditi gave a wry smile and looked down. They were smoking by the washbasin using it as their ashtray.
“You are looking lovely tonight,” Manan said. He knew that it was too direct, but he had to go past the nervous smiles.
Aditi looked at him, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. She said, “Thank you,” she finally said with a smile.
She looked back again to Ishita and Kalpesh on the sofa. Ishita seemed to be looking out of the glass wall and then down, repeating it slowly, whereas Kalpesh still seemed intent on seeing whatever Ishita was showing on her phone, maybe an interesting YouTube video.
Manan sighed. He knew Ishita inside out, and he knew that the only time she moved her head that way was when she was letting her pussy get fingered. He didn’t see it, but he knew that Kalpesh was probably a knuckle deep inside Ishita, touching the insides of her pussy. They had started before telling Aditi.
“Aditi?”
“Yeah?” she turned around with a start.
Manan looked at his cigarette, and then to her. He told himself that it was the right thing to do. It has been a long time since he had felt protective about a girl, and that girl was standing right in front of her, in her short black skirt and her tight white top, looking at him with large innocent eyes.
“There’s something you don’t know, which everyone else in the room does,” Manan started.
Aditi raised her eyebrows and tilted her face. Manan took a puff of his cigarette, and said, “There’s no delicate way to say this. Those two there,” he pointed to Ishita and Kalpesh through the privacy glass of the bathroom, “want to fuck each other.”
“What are you talking-”
Manan stepped a little closer, and sighed.
“But how? And what do you mean everyone else knows? I don’t understand,” Aditi had let go of her cigarette. Manan picked it from the basin top and turned on the faucet. He brought the burning tip to the water, to snuff it out.
“In all honesty, Ishita would have simply told you that he was a creep, and was sending her dick pics-”
“What?” Aditi started to leave. Manan held her wrist. It was the first time he had touched her. Her wrist felt so delicate in his hands, and that touch stirred his dick.
“Wait. Just listen,” Manan said, offering her another cigarette.
He lit her cigarette. He didn’t let go of her hand, it felt nice to hold her that way. He continued speaking, “But then, she found out, from you apparently, that your boyfriend has a really big dick, so big that you were scared to have sex with him. And that made Ishita want to fuck him.”
“She told you that? And you are okay with it? Ishita ma’am loves you. She talks about you so much and...” her voice trailed off, as she looked back at her boyfriend and Ishita on the sofa. Ishita was slouching, which meant she was getting closer. Manan was impressed. Not many men could find the places she liked to be touched inside her pussy. At least, not the first time.
“Yeah, she tells me everything. And I love her too,” Manan snuffed his own cigarette, and took out another. He looked around the bathroom, to check if the smoke was clearing quickly enough, “Like I was saying, she would not fuck him, unless you are in the room. And she doesn’t fuck anyone, unless I am in the room. So, here we are, you and me.”
“You are okay with it?” Aditi asked, her voice a stutter.
Manan realized that he had not answered that the first time she had asked it. It wasn’t because he had not heard her. He listened intently to every word which came out of those red lips. He didn’t answer, because it was complicated to answer. There was no way he could explain to Aditi, what he felt for Ishita. She loved him, he knew that much. All of these would not be happening that evening if he hadn’t said yes. He had said yes, because he kept thinking about Aditi when fucking Ishita. He had said yes, because he had once heard Ishita talk about how good it felt to have a big dick inside her. In their time with other men, Ishita has been stretched more than Manan could stretch her, she had been fucked by men with far more muscles than he had. It wouldn’t be new for Manan to see it happen to Ishita. But, Aditi.
In all this time, he has never felt that much attraction for any girl other than Ishita. And it had happened on their first weekend after they had said that they love each other, after Ishita had uttered those words. He had hoped that these things, these sights of fucking other people will take a backseat. It was true that Ishita proposed it all, but he didn’t think Ishita would have imagined Kalpesh’s dick stretching her when Manan was inside her.
Manan sighed before replying to Aditi, “Yes, I am.” He put the unlit cigarette between his lips, and lit it, still holding Aditi’s hand.
Aditi looked lost. She looked down on the floor, shifting her feet. She puffed her cigarette, her hand visibly trembling as she brought it her lips. Manan wished he could kiss those lips to make her feel better. But he couldn’t do that then, not until she understood what was happening. He caressed her wrist with his thumb and said, “It’s complicated,” after a pause he added, “and fun.”
“Fun? How can it be fun? I loved Kalpesh, and I thought he loved me too. And now you are telling me all this. I don’t see any fun in this,” Aditi’s cheeks had reddened.
Manan let go off Aditi’s wrist and touched her shoulder to turn her around. He made her face Ishita and Kalpesh on the sofa. He placed himself behind Aditi. It took every bit of his will power to not press her against his crotch. His dick had hardened by then, the trouser giving away all of his excitement.
“In all this time that we have been here, not once has either of them turned their heads. What do you think they are doing?” Manan spoke in a low voice, his lips close to her ears.
Aditi kept quiet. Manan could see her breathing hard, her cleavage rising and falling in quicker pace. That sight drank the last reserve of his will power to not touch her. He let his cigarette go, not caring to snuff it out. He touched her wrist, the one in which Aditi was holding her cigarette, and brought it to her lips. As he did that, he took a step closer to her, resting his hand by the washbasin, and touching his body to hers. Aditi turned her head sharply.
“You saw what Ishita was wearing, right?”
Aditi quickly nodded her head, her gaze back at the couch. By then Kalpesh has placed is arm behind Ishita’s head, although it was still on the backrest of the sofa. Ishita’s bun was visibly going up and down, although it was jittery.
“With us gone, in the privacy of that backrest, your boyfriend would have asked her,” Manan paused, getting closer to Aditi’s ears, as if asking her, “Can I touch you?”
Aditi, turned her head toward Manan, their faces inches away. From that distance, Manan could see how flawless her skin was, how red her cheeks had become from all the things Manan’s been telling her.
“Can I touch you?” Manan whispered again.
“Yes,” Aditi said in a strained voice. He could feel her breath on his face, shallow and rapid breaths.
Manan wrapped his hand arm around her waist, touching her exposed torso, for the first time. He pulled her onto him, making sure that his crotch touched her buttocks, making sure that she felt that how hard he was for her. He rested his chin on her neck, and said, “It must have started with just a simple touch on the knee.”
Aditi gasped for air, her mouth gaped, as she felt Manan’s hand on her knee. His other arm kept her in place, pressed against him. From that close, Manan could see how delicate she was. Her neck, her waist, all so delicate and warm.
“And then he would have moved up from there,” Manan said.
His hand caressed her thigh, slowly climbing up. Her went past the length of her skirt, and felt her soft inner thigh. He squeezed it. Aditi moved back, but it only made her ass rub against Manan’s dick. He moved his hips, pressing his hardness against her. He tightened his grip around her waist with the other arm. She trembled, as she felt Manan’s hand climb even further and finally grazing against her panty.
At that point Aditi let go of her cigarette and urgently placed both her hands on Manan’s. By that time, his hand was well inside her skirt. He had immediately found where her pussy was, and was caressing it with his fingers, through her cotton panty.
“Yes, that’s what Ishita would have done this too,” he said, digging his fingers into her waist, “telling your boyfriend, where she liked his fingers.”
“Please...” Aditi whispered, “They will see us.”
Hearing her say it, made Manan’s heart race quicker. He was worried that he had been too direct to this 21 year old girl, telling her too many things too quickly. He was worried that she will push his hand away from her panty. He had started liking how warm she was between her legs, and how smooth her panty felt. But all she was worried about was her boyfriend turning his head and seeing her standing in the bathroom with another man’s hand under her skirt. But Manan knew that, if he was right, Kalpesh won’t turn. Seeing Ishita get closer to an orgasm was not a sight a man can look away from.
“Is that all you are worried about?” As Manan asked her that, he quickly slipped his fingers under her panty through its side, and found the soft sticky skin of her pussy.
Aditi gasped, her eyes widened and she turned her head toward him. As she did it, Manan started rubbing her bare pussy. His movement was limited because of the little room he had within the seams of the panty pressing down on this fingers. Aditi probably tried to back out, but all it did was grind her ass onto Manan’s crotch. He had touched many pussies by then, but there was something different about Aditi. It felt softer and smoother, and as he rubbed it, to find her clit, he felt it get wet so quickly, that it left him surprised.
“Please...” Aditi said, her voice heavy. She let go of his hand which was rubbing her pussy, and she placed both of them on his other arm, which was keeping her locked in place. She tried to hold his arm, to pry it away. But as she did it, Manan rubbed her faster. It loosened her grip, but it also made her moan for the very first time for Manan. It made Manan bolder.
He let his arm, crawl up from her bare torso, up to her breasts. He had wanted to cup her breasts since the moment he had seen her in that white tank top. Because of her bra and the top it wasn’t possible to cup her breast entirely, but when he reached her breasts, a wave of heat rose from his groin to his chest. Manan closed his eyes and felt up her breasts.
It wasn’t the plan. He was supposed to wait for Kalpesh to finally say it in front of her. But his lust for Aditi, got better of him. The girl he had been imagining while fucking Ishita, he was finally cupping her breasts, feeling up how soft Aditi’s breasts were, feeling up how wet her pussy was.
Aditi moaned, and said, “Please... they can see.”
Manan slowly opened his eyes. Aditi had started moving a lot by then, grinding her ass to his crotch, her one hand trying to pry his hand away from her breasts, and her other to take it out of her skirt. He wanted to touch her better, he wanted to feel the insides of her, but it wasn’t possible with the constraints of her panty.
He wanted more.
To be continued
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