Previous Part: Between desire and restraint – Sex with my friend’s sister
Hi Everyone, This is me, Sanjay, again. Hope you enjoyed the first part of the story. Continuing from the first part:
The phone buzzed again, Sandesh’s name flashing on the screen. I hesitated, my hand hovering over it. But Sneha’s grip tightened on my arm. “Don’t,” she murmured, her voice low and insistent. Her eyes locked with mine, dark with desire and defiance. “Let it go.”
I nodded, my heart pounding as I let the call ring out. But before I could even catch my breath, Sneha’s phone began to vibrate on the coffee table. Sandesh’s name lit up the screen. The sound was deafening, and for a moment, neither of us moved.
Sneha’s eyes widened, the realization dawning on both of us at the same time. “He’s trying to reach us,” she said, her voice tense. “He’s probably on his way home.”
The thought hit me like a punch to the gut. Sandesh could walk through that door at any moment. The idea of him finding us like this snapped me back to reality. Sneha must have felt it, too, because she sat up abruptly.
“We need to answer,” she said, trembling slightly. “If he’s calling both of us, he knows something’s up.”
Sneha grabbed her phone, her fingers shaking as she swiped to answer. “Hey, Sandesh,” she said, calm but slightly hurried. “What’s up?”
“Where are you?” Sandesh’s voice was sharp, impatient. “I’ve been calling both of you. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Sneha replied, her eyes meeting mine as she spoke. “We’re just… sorting something out. What do you need?”
“I’m on my way home,” Sandesh said, his tone still uneasy. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Don’t go anywhere.”
Sneha hesitated for a moment, then said, “Actually, I was just about to run to the store. We’re out of milk, and I wanted to make tea. Can you grab some on your way back?”
There was a pause on the other end before Sandesh replied, “Sure, I can do that. Anything else?”
“Maybe some snacks too?” Sneha added quickly, her voice light.
“Got it,” Sandesh said. “Be there in fifteen.”
As Sneha hung up the phone, her eyes met mine, wide with urgency. “Fifteen minutes isn’t going to be enough,” she said, her voice low but firm. “We need more time.”
I nodded, my mind racing. “Okay, what can we do? We need something believable.”
Sneha chewed her lip, her eyes narrowing as she thought. Then, her face lit up with an idea. “What if I tell him I’m meeting a friend for a quick coffee? It’s vague enough. It’ll give us the time we need.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Won’t he ask which friend?”
She shook her head. “I’ll say it’s an old schoolmate—someone he doesn’t know. I’ll make it sound casual like it’s a last-minute thing.”
Sneha’s phone buzzed as she sent the text. We both stared at the screen, waiting for Sandesh’s response. A few seconds later, the reply came through:
Sandesh: Coffee? Now?
Sneha exhaled sharply, her fingers moving quickly as she typed back: Yeah, it’s Priya—you remember her from college? She’s in Mangalore for the weekend and just called. She’s leaving tomorrow, so it’s now or never.
There was a pause on the other end before Sandesh replied: Oh, okay. How long will you be?
Sneha glanced at me, then typed: Not long. Just an hour, max. I’ll be back before you know it. Sanjay just left and said he would be back in an hour.
The reply came after a tense moment: Alright. Have fun. See you soon.
Sneha took a slow breath, setting her phone down and turning to me. “Okay, we’ve got an hour.”
When Sandesh’s text confirmed he’d be back in an hour, Sneha and I stared at each other, the weight of the situation sinking in. We were both in our underwear, the tension between us still electric. But the reality of the risk we were taking was impossible to ignore.
Sneha was the first to break the silence. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and unyielding. “We’ve got an hour,” she said, her voice low and deliberate. “And we’re already here. Let’s not waste it.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Sneha, are you sure?” I asked, my voice rough with both desire and uncertainty. “If Sandesh finds out…”
“He won’t,” she interrupted, her tone firm. “Not if we’re careful. And not if we make this count.”
Her words hung in the air, a challenge and a promise all at once. Sneha stepped closer, her hands resting on my chest, her touch firm but gentle. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered, her voice soft but commanding. “I don’t want you to.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. My hands found her waist, pulling her closer as I kissed her deeply. Sneha moaned softly against my lips, her body pressing into mine as the urgency of the moment took over.
We moved quickly, our touches growing more urgent as the minutes ticked by. Sneha’s hands roamed my back, her nails digging into my skin as I kissed down her neck, collarbone, and every inch of skin I could reach.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body arching into mine. I explored her with a hunger I could no longer suppress.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Please, Sanjay, don’t stop.”
I didn’t. My hands moved lower, gripping her thighs as I kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, working my way higher. Sneha’s moans filled the room, her body writhing under my touch as I brought her closer to the edge.
With the thought of Sandesh returning fresh in our minds, Sneha grabbed my hand and quickly led me to her bedroom. She closed the door quietly behind us, locking it with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, the tension between us almost palpable.
Sneha’s eyes met mine, dark with a mix of desire and determination. “We need to be extra careful,” she whispered, her voice low but steady. “But we’re not stopping.”
I nodded, my heart pounding as I pulled her closer. Our bodies pressed together, the heat of her skin against mine. My hands moved to her hips, gripping her tightly. I kissed her deeply, savouring the taste of her lips. Sneha moaned softly against my mouth.
Her hands roamed my back. I kissed down her neck and her collarbone. I lowered myself to my knees. My hands slid down her waist as I kissed the soft skin of her stomach. Sneha’s fingers tangled in my hair, her breath hitching as I reached the waistband of her panties.
My eyes met hers as if seeking permission, and she nodded, her gaze dark with need. Slowly, I slid her panties down, exposing her flesh. Sneha gasped softly, her hands tightening in my hair as I pressed a soft kiss to her inner thighs. My lips moved higher, brushing against the sensitive skin.
I kissed and licked my way towards her core. As my tongue found her, Sneha let out a low moan, her hips rocking slightly against my mouth. Her hands gripped my hair, guiding me. I licked and sucked gently, savouring the taste of her. She was warm soft, and her every reaction drove me wild.
“Squeeze them,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “My breasts—touch them.” My hands moved instinctively, one kneading her breast while the other circled her erect nipple. Sneha moaned, her body arching into my touch. I continued to explore her with my mouth.
The combination of sensations seemed to overwhelm her, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I worked to bring her closer to the edge. My tongue moved faster, my hands kneading her breasts as she arched into my touch. Her moans grew louder. Her body writhing under my ministrations.
I continued to lick and suck her pussy. My tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles as I savoured every inch of her. Sneha’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking against my mouth as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me as I worked to bring her closer to the edge.
But after what felt like an eternity—though it was only ten minutes—Sneha’s voice broke through the haze of pleasure. “Sanjay,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “We’ve only got fifty minutes left.”
Her words sent a jolt through me, reminding me of the risk we were taking. I pulled back slightly, looking up at her. Her eyes were dark with desire, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.
“Then we’d better make the most of it,” I murmured, my voice rough with need.
Sneha smiled, a slow, knowing smile. “Your turn,” she whispered, her hands moving to the waistband of my underwear.
With a swift motion, Sneha pulled down my underwear, freeing my erection. Her eyes locked onto mine as her hand wrapped around me. Her grip was firm but gentle. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. She began to stroke me slowly, sending waves of pleasure through me.
Her other hand moved to my chest as she leaned in to kiss me. I could feel the heat of her body against mine. The taste of her lips mingled with the sweetness of her pussy. As Sneha stroked me, I reached for her again. My hands cupped her breasts as I kneaded them gently.
Her moans mingled with mine. The sound filled the room as we moved together, our bodies in perfect sync. Her hand moved faster, her grip tightening as she stroked me with increasing urgency. My breath came in short, ragged gasps. My hips rocked into her hand as I felt myself nearing the edge.
Sneha’s hand moved over me, her strokes firm and deliberate. I couldn’t resist reaching for her again. My fingers traced the curve of her waist, slipping between her thighs to find her slick and ready. Sneha gasped softly, her grip on me tightening as my fingers slid inside her, exploring her warmth.
The moment my fingers found their rhythm, Sneha’s moans grew louder. Her eyes met mine, dark and full of need, and our connection felt electric. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling with urgency. Her hand moved faster, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip of my dick.
I obeyed. My fingers moved faster inside her, curling slightly to hit that spot I knew drove her wild. Sneha’s breath hitched, her body arching into my touch. She rode the waves of pleasure I was giving her. Our movements became more synchronized, pushing the other closer to the edge.
Sneha’s moans grew louder, her hand gripping me tighter. She stroked me with a rhythm that matched my fingers inside her. The sensations were overwhelming, the pleasure building with every touch, every stroke, every sound.
Sneha’s hips rocked into my hand as I fingered her. Her body responded to every movement as she guided me closer to my release. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. Her eyes locked on mine as we moved together, each lost in the pleasure we gave and received.
We stayed locked in that rhythm for another ten minutes. Sneha’s moans filled the room. Her body trembled under my touch as I fingered her with increasing urgency. Her hand moved over me, her strokes firm and deliberate, driving me closer to the edge with every movement.
But as the intensity seemed to peak again, Sneha’s voice broke through the haze of pleasure. “Sanjay,” she gasped, her voice trembling with urgency. “We’ve only got forty minutes left.” Sneha’s eyes met mine, dark with need, as she whispered, “Let’s not waste a second.”
With a swift motion, Sneha pulled my hand as she guided me toward the bed. She pushed me down onto the mattress. Her eyes never left mine as she climbed on top of me. The heat of her body against mine sent a jolt of electricity through me. I groaned as she positioned herself over me.
“Your turn,” she whispered, her voice low and breathless. She leaned down, her lips brushing against mine. Her hand found me again, stroking me with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
I reached for her again, my hands gripping her hips as I pulled her closer. Her breath hitched, her body arching into my touch as she moved over me, her rhythm growing faster and more urgent.
“Sanjay,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “We’re running out of time.”
Her words sent a surge of heat through me. I pulled her closer, my hands gripping her hips as I moved to meet her. With a quick, fluid motion, I shifted to place myself on top of Sneha.
Our bodies pressed together as I pinned her hands above her head, our fingers tightly clasped. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and full of need. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with every breath.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I murmured, my voice low and rough with desire as I positioned myself at her pussy.
Sneha’s lips parted in a soft gasp, her hips lifting slightly to meet me. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with urgency. “Don’t hold back.”
I didn’t. With a slow, deliberate motion, I pushed into her. Our bodies joined with an intensity that left us both breathless. Sneha’s back arched, her nails digging into my palms. She let out a low, guttural moan, her body welcoming me completely.
Once fully inside her, I paused for a moment, savouring the feel of her around me. Sneha’s eyes fluttered shut. She adjusted to the sensation. I began to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into her. Sneha’s moans grew louder.
Her hands tightened around mine. I leaned down, my lips finding her neck. I kissed and sucked, leaving a trail of marks. Her breath hitched, her body arching into mine. I continued to move, each thrust driving us closer to the edge.
As the pace quickened, I shifted, my lips finding her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it gently as I continued to thrust her. Sneha’s moans grew louder as she rocked her hips against mine, urging me on. “Harder,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Please, Sanjay, harder.”
I obeyed, my thrusts growing faster. I continued to explore her with my mouth. Sneha’s body responded as her moans grew louder. Her hips met mine with a rhythm that felt almost primal. The tension between us was palpable. Sneha’s nails dug into my palms.
Her body arched into mine as she neared the edge. Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. We stayed locked in that rhythm, our bodies moving with primal urgency. Sneha’s nails dug into my back, her moans growing louder with every thrust.
I pushed deeper into her. Her hips rocked against mine, matching my pace. Time seemed to blur as we moved together. The minutes ticked away as the intensity between us grew. Sweat slicked our skin, our breaths coming in short gasps as we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment.
I leaned down to kiss her, our bodies pressed together. Sneha’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. She kissed me back with a hunger that matched my own. Her lips were soft but insistent.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered against my lips, her voice trembling with need. “Please, Sanjay, don’t stop.”
I didn’t. My thrusts grew faster, more urgent, as I continued to explore her with my mouth, my lips trailing down her neck to her collarbone. Sneha’s moans grew louder. Her body arched into mine as she rode the waves of pleasure.
“Sanjay,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I’m so close…”
Her words sent a surge of heat through me. I thrust into her harder, deeper, as if trying to fuse our bodies. The pressure inside me was building as I felt myself nearing the edge.
“Cum with me,” I whispered, my voice rough with desire. I gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer as I drove into her one last time. Sneha’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she reached her climax. Her moans grew louder, her back arching off the bed as she cried out.
Her release washed over her in waves. The feeling of her body clenching around me sent me over the edge. With a low, guttural groan, I cum, my hips jerking as I ejaculated inside her.
For a moment, we stayed like that as we rode the waves of ecstasy. Sneha’s hands were still gripping my back. Her body trembling beneath mine. Slowly, I pulled out of her, collapsing onto the bed beside her. We both tried to catch our breath. The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing.
Sneha turned to look at me, her eyes dark and unguarded. “That was…” she started, her voice soft and breathless. But she didn’t finish the sentence, her lips curving into a slow, satisfied smile.
I brushed a strand of hair from her face. My fingers were trembling as I touched her. “Yeah,” I murmured, my voice rough with emotion. “It was.”
Finally, our eyes locked again. But this time, realising what we needed to do dawned on us. We had 15 minutes to clean up and ensure everything looked normal.
Sneha was the first to move. She jumped off the bed, her movements quick and efficient as she grabbed her clothes from the floor. “Get dressed,” she hissed, her voice low but urgent. “Quickly.” I scrambled off the bed, grabbing my clothes and pulling them on quickly.
Sneha was already in the bathroom, splashing water on her face and running her fingers through her hair to smooth it out. “The bed,” she called out, her voice muffled by the running water. “Fix the sheets. Make it look like nothing happened.”
I nodded, my heart pounding. I straightened the bedsheets, smoothing the wrinkles and ensuring everything looked normal. Sneha emerged from the bathroom, her hair slightly damp but otherwise looking put together. She glanced around the room, eyes scanning for anything out of place.
“The window—open it. Air out the room.” I rushed to the window, throwing it open and letting in a rush of cool air. The room smelled faintly of sweat and sex. I prayed the fresh air would be enough to mask it.
Sneha was already in the living room, making sure everything looked normal. Sneha glanced at the clock, her eyes wide with panic. “We’ve got five minutes,” she said, her voice urgent. “Do I look okay?”
I nodded, my heart still pounding. “You look fine,” I said, though my voice was nervous. “Do I?”
Sneha glanced at me. “You look… like you’ve been sweating,” she said, her voice tight. “Tuck in your shirt. Fix your hair.” I obeyed, tucking in my shirt and running my fingers through my hair to smooth it out.
The sound of the front door opening sent panic through me. “Guys, I’m back!” Sandesh called out, cheerful and unaware of what had just happened.
Sneha and I exchanged one last glance before she plastered on a smile and walked out to greet him. “Hey, Sandesh,” she said, her voice calm and steady.
Sandesh walked into the living room, a plastic bag in one hand and his keys in the other. He looked relaxed. Sneha stood by the couch, her smile perfectly rehearsed. I leaned against the door, looking casual despite the storm raging inside me.
“I got the snacks,” Sandesh said, holding the bag. Sneha laughed, a light, carefree sound that didn’t quite reach her eyes. ”You took more than an hour.”
Sandesh rolled his eyes, but he was grinning. “Yeah, yeah. Blame the traffic.” He set the bag down on the table and started unpacking the snacks. “So, what have you two been up to while I was gone?”
I froze for a split second. I tried to come up with a plausible answer. Sneha, however, was quicker. “Not much,” she said, her voice casual as she grabbed a bag of chips from the table. “Just chatting. You know, catching up.”
Sandesh nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer. “Nice,” he said, popping open a can of soda. “I feel like we haven’t hung out in forever. Let’s make the most of it.”
I forced a smile, my heart still pounding in my chest. “Yeah,” I said, my voice slightly hoarse. “Sounds good.”
As the three of us sat on the couch, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. Sneha and I exchanged subtle glances, our eyes meeting for the briefest of moments before darting away. Every word felt heavy, every gesture loaded with meaning.
Sandesh glanced over at us. “You two seem quiet,” he said, his tone teasing. “Everything okay?”
Sneha and I exchanged a glance, our hearts skipping a beat. “Yeah,” Sneha said, her voice calm but guarded. “Just tired, I guess.”
I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching us more closely than he let on.
So, this is the end of the second part of the story. Please reach out to [email protected] for any feedback/comments.