It was Onam Celebrations in my college. The guys dressed up in colourful shirts and dhotis, while the girls wore traditional Kerala Sarees. White sarees and colourful blouses. It is one of the few chances they get to show a hint of their inner sluts.
The class was noisy, and everyone was sitting in pairs or small groups, subtly flirting or openly romancing. Some classes organised drummers and the whole college was in festive mode. I was sitting with a group of friends. We were in charge of the games for the day.
We arrived early morning to college and fixed a few empty classrooms for games. Since our work was half completed, we were free to ogle the hotties in their hot attires. Last walked in Amrita, the star of this story. She looked ravishing.
She was a short girl with a quick wit. Fair, smooth-skinned and short. She had styled her hair with a straightener so a strand was freely swinging near her face, coloured red. The rest was tied back. She had a half-peppy, half-traditional look. The saree was adorned beautifully.
But it was tied under her navel, just enough to tempt the guys. The blouse was tight, showing her mounds and cleavage. We had a pretty open relationship, so I had the freedom. But it was always limited to words and never action. I had a feeling that was about to change.
She looked at me from afar and gave me a short, knowing smile. She knew I was gonna say something about her appearance in secret. She talked with her friends. Sometime later, she walked over to us and started chatting.
Then she asked me, “Anand, how’s the game room preparation going?”
“You wanna see?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said.
I asked her to come with me, and I took her to the upper floors. As we climbed the stairs, I asked, “Didn’t your parents object to the blouse?”
“They didn’t see this one. I wore a different, ‘more decent’ blouse from home and changed from the girls’ washroom,” she winked.
“Smart,” I said. “Just the blouse?” I asked.
“What?” she asked, confused.
“I mean, it looks like you are not wearing any underwear,” I joked, eyeing her boobs. She pinched me on my side.
We reached the classrooms where games were set up. We talked about the game plans and decided to return to the class. “You know, it will be really empty here after the games are over. The feast is happening downstairs,” I told her.
“Oh, you mean a lot of privacy?” she asked.
“Exactly,” I said.
“Good. You have been eyeing at my boobs all morning. Keep that image in mind and later, come here and play with your cock, thinking about it,” she laughed.
Before I could come up with a response, her friend Sameera waved at her and beckoned her. Amrita went to her, and they started talking in hushed voices and giggling as well. Sameera showed her something in her bag. Amrita gave her a high five and came back to me.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“Sameera got a bottle of wine,” she replied in a low voice.
I had a sudden idea. “Don’t drink it. You won’t be able to handle it,” I said. She looked angrily at me.
“Don’t tell me my limit. I’ll do as I please,” and she walked to the class.
I knew it was a risk. But I also knew that without her inhibitions, Amrita would be more fun. The one sure way to get her to drink a bit beyond her limit would be to give her a sense of challenge.
The rest of the way progressed normally. There was lots of fun during the games. I could see Amrita smiling at me later. I went to her and asked, “How many drinks did you have?” She raised two fingers.
“Nice,” I said. Then I grinned at her. She, too, grinned back. I knew she was getting bolder. So I took a chance and gave her a slight pinch on her side.
“This is revenge,” I said. She blushed.
The games got over on a high note. Everyone went downstairs for the feast. I stayed back to clean up. Now was the chance. I messaged Amrita, “Come up and help me clean up here, will you?”
She didn’t reply. But a few minutes later, she was standing in the doorway. She wasn’t drunk. But I knew she was in a horny mood from her eyes. I didn’t waste time. I walked over to her and stood close to her. I wrapped one arm around her back, under her blouse.
Her skin was smooth. I pulled her close to me and locked the door behind her with my free hand. I started kissing her. She was kissing back with passion. I pulled her tighter as we kissed, and boobs pressed against me. She tasted like wine.
I sucked on her lower lips as my hand wandered down her ass. She was moaning into my mouth. I pressed her ass, but something felt different. I pulled away and looked at her questioningly. She smiled and said, “I did wear underwear. But I just removed it before coming up.”
That was enough for me. I pushed her to the wall and started kissing her hard. She, too, was running her hands on the back of my head and kissing back wildly. I moved her blouse, and her boobs popped out. I started licking her nipples.
She was moaning loudly. Neither of us cared about the risks. I turned her around. She pushed her ass back to touch my cock over the dhoti. I started kissing her behind the neck and squeezing her boobs from behind. “Ah!” She was moaning.
I started sucking her ears, and my hands started trailing down her belly. I slid my fingers under her saree but couldn’t get further. The saree was tightly wrapped. But the resistance made the situation hotter. She tried to undo the saree, but I stopped her.
I had other ideas. I turned her around and lifted her to make her sit on the desk standing near us. I went down to kiss her belly. Twirling my tongue around her belly button. She was biting her lower lips. Her belly was sweaty, and she licked it all up.
Lifted her saree as I was kissing her midriff. I clutched her thighs. She continued to moan. I bit her hips softly as my fingers inched closer to her pussy. I went back up to her face and kissed her as I touched her clit. Her eyes were wide open as I started flicking her pussy.
I rubbed around there, and she started kissing my neck. I cupped my palm on her pussy. I let it rest there and reciprocated her kiss. She started trembling. I knew I needed to be mindful of the time. So I went down again. I knew there was no time to play it slow.
I went to her pussy and started kissing and lapping around. She was screaming. I thanked the students who decided to get drummers for the celebration. That sound drowned her voice. She was leaking like anything, and I tasted her sweet nectar.
She pulled me up and took charge. She kissed her juices from my face and moved aside my dhoti with her other hand. I pulled down my boxer, and my cock was rock hard. She held it and guided it to her wet hole. With a sudden pull from her, I was inside her.
She moaned into my mouth. I started fucking her like that. I was pumping quickly. We both had lost all sense of fear. Not fear of getting caught or fear of pregnancy. She said, “Just cum in me. All of it.” I kept one hand on her boobs and started fucking like crazy.
I could feel my balls tightening, but I had this determination to stay longer. Her eyes rolled backwards, and she clutched my ass. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I started cumming. I could feel my cock pulse as jets of cum started flowing out. And she was convulsing with each pulse.
After a few seconds, she fell forward to my shoulder, and we stood there hugging. I wore my boxers quickly, and she lay there for a few seconds. It was a beautiful sight. Her face was sweaty, and her hair dissolved. Her boobs were out of blouse.
Her saree hiked to the waist, and my cum flowed out of her pussy. She got up and kissed me. Then went out after making sure the coast was clear. When I reached downstairs, she wasn’t to be seen.
A few minutes later, I saw her coming out of the toilet, looking normal, except the saree was a bit crumpled. Her friend was with her. She gave me a naughty smile and I smiled at her sheepishly.
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