Dear readers of ISS, I have always thought that erotica on paper hits differently, and I have wanted to write one. So, here’s my first one. Hope you like it. This one’s for you.
It was a quarter past midnight, as the alarm buzzed. It was the fifth consecutive snooze trying to wake Karthik up, but the blaring alarm did not seem to budge him even a bit.
Just a couple of minutes later, he started getting pings from Simran incessantly, making sure that he made it on time for the boarding. Finally, after 10 minutes of struggling to battle his sleep, he barely opened his eyes to check what was going on with his phone, only to realize that he was short on time and had to catch a flight in a couple of hours. He then rushed to freshen up and finally made it to the flight moments before the final boarding call and headed to meet Simran.
Karthik and Simran had been the closest of friends, and they adored each other very much. They met in college, and their vibes matched ever since. They were a trio, and their third musketeer, Riya, was getting hitched, and they were excited ever since to attend her wedding in person. Although Karthik had always had a thing for Simran, he never confessed, as he was afraid that it could affect their friendship.
Karthik’s flight had just landed, and Simran was waiting for him in her car. As soon as they saw each other, they got excited and gave each other a tight hug. Simran had put on a blue crop top that barely covered her breasts, and she was looking like a bomb. Her waist curved in the right places, giving her an hourglass figure, and hugging her like that, Karthik didn’t want to let go.
Finally, they broke the hug, and Karthik went behind the wheel as they started their commute towards the resort where the wedding was hosted. En route, Simran saw a vendor selling coconut water and wanted to try. Karthik parked the car along the highway and got down. He then took the coconut from the vendor and handed it over to Simran, when he noticed her cleavage. Her perky breasts were just so perfect, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her amazing rack. He watched her slurping the coconut and slipped into an imagination of replacing the plastic straw with his cock.
She wrapped her lips around the straw, making a cute pout, and sucked. She then pulled off the straw with her teeth and pointed to Karthik to throw the coconut, and some leftover water spilled on her top, making her wet. Although she went on to clean that up, taking a tissue from the glove box, it was already late, and the chill had erected her nipples, giving a great view of her fair breasts. Seeing all this, Karthik was just enjoying the show and imagining how he’d motorboat those jugs. Finally, they resumed their journey and checked into the rooms.
As soon as they checked in, Simran started blabbering about the schedule, and Karthik was indifferent, ending up using his phone. Seeing that he was not paying attention, she snatched away his phone and put it in the back pocket of her jeans. Karthik got mad that he was in the middle of an important conversation and asked for his phone back, for which she refused.
As she was playing hard to catch, he started chasing her in the room, and they started running around. He finally caught her and pinned her to the wall, leaving no room for her to escape. He held both her hands against the wall with one hand and tried to reach her back pocket with the other. With her hands held high, he had her breasts just a couple of inches away, and he was enjoying the greatest view of his life. He started sliding his hands from the back, caressing her perfect waistline and her juicy ass. He then grabbed and spanked her ass for being a naughty girl. She asked him to come closer, as if she wanted to tell a secret, and gently blew air into his ear, which made him lose his grip.
She then tried to free herself from his grip and started to escape. As she was running away, he grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed, catching her from behind. He held her with a tight hug and started gently pressing his lips against her neck as he whispered, “I caught ya” and gently bit her ear. Simran’s breath was getting heavy, and she was slowly getting aroused. She let out a gentle moan, and Karthik understood that she was also getting horny. He slowly started rubbing his boner onto her as he grabbed her waist and started pulling her closer to him. He was gently thrusting his cock and started sliding his hand into her back pocket to try and get the phone.
She then started putting her hand behind to reach for her phone, but that didn’t work out, and she ended up touching his hard cock thrusting into her ass. As this was going on, Simran’s strap was coming off her shoulder slowly, making her breasts come out, and Karthik reached out to her neck from behind, getting a view of her godly breasts. He started rubbing his beard off her soft shoulders. He then snatched his phone and sat on her, grabbing both her arms and gently started tickling her by biting and licking her neck, shoulders, and breasts as the doorbell rang. It was Riya waiting to meet them.
Karthik quickly got up, trying to compose himself, and Simran adjusted her top, covering her breasts. They both tried to act normal, but the tension between them was palpable. Karthik opened the door, and Riya walked in, excited to see her friends. The three of them chatted for a bit, discussing the wedding and the events that would take place over the next few days.
As they talked, Karthik couldn’t help but sneak glances at Simran, who was trying to avoid eye contact. He could sense the chemistry between them, and he knew that he had to find a way to express his feelings to her. But for now, he had to keep it hidden, at least until they were alone again.
The rest of the day was a blur of wedding rehearsals, dinner, and catching up with old friends. Karthik and Simran stuck together, their bodies touching, and their eyes locking in moments of intense attraction. It was as if they were two magnets, drawn to each other, but unable to act on their desires.
As the night drew to a close, Karthik walked Simran back to her room, his arm around her waist. They stood outside her door, hesitant to say goodnight. Karthik leaned in, his face inches from Simran’s, and whispered, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Simran’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire.
“I’m looking forward to it,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Karthik smiled, his eyes locked on hers, and turned to walk away. But as he did, he felt Simran’s hand on his arm, stopping him. He turned back to her, and she stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushing against his ear.
“Karthik,” she whispered, her breath sending shivers down his spine.
“Yes,” he replied, his voice low and husky.
“I think we need to talk,” she said, her eyes locked on his.
Karthik’s heart skipped a beat as he nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that this conversation could change everything between them, and he was ready to take the risk.
“Tomorrow,” he said, his voice filled with anticipation.
Simran smiled, and Karthik could see the desire in her eyes. He knew that tomorrow would be a day to remember, a day that would change their friendship forever.
Next day, as they stood outside Simran’s room, the tension between them was palpable. Karthik’s arm was still around her waist, and he could feel her warm body pressed against his. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, and whispered, “I want to fuck you, Simran. I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Simran’s eyes sparkled with desire as she looked up at him. “I want that too, Karthik,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel your cock deep inside me, fucking me hard and fast.”
Karthik’s cock twitched with excitement at her words. He pushed her against the door, his hands roaming over her body, caressing her breasts and hips. Simran moaned, her head thrown back, as he kissed her neck and shoulders.
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees, her hands unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. Karthik groaned as she took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft, sucking him deep. He felt a wave of pleasure wash over him as she bobbed her head, her tongue licking the underside of his cock.
“Fuck, Simran, that feels amazing,” he groaned, his hands tangled in her hair.
Simran looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire, and continued to suck his cock. Karthik could feel himself getting close, his balls tightening, and he knew he was about to come. But he didn’t want it to end yet. He wanted to fuck her, to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock.
He pulled her to her feet, his hands grasping her ass, and pushed her against the door. “I want to fuck you now,” he growled, his cock pressed against her belly.
Simran nodded, her eyes locked on his, and Karthik lifted her up, his hands under her thighs. He pushed her against the door, his cock sliding into her pussy, and started to fuck her. Simran moaned, her head thrown back, as he thrust into her, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy.
As they fucked, Karthik could feel his orgasm building. He thrust harder, his cock pounding into Simran’s pussy, and felt her come, her body shuddering with pleasure. Karthik followed, his cock erupting in a wave of pleasure, his cum filling Simran’s pussy.
As they stood there, panting, Karthik knew that their friendship had changed forever. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. But he didn’t care. He wanted more, and he knew that Simran did too.
“We’re not done yet,” he growled, his cock still hard, his hands grasping her ass.
Simran smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. “I’m counting on it,” she replied, her voice husky with excitement.
And with that, they stumbled into the room, ready to continue their night of passion and fucking.
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