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Hi guys, This is Sam again with the next part of the sex in the Apartment series. Thank you for all the responses to the previous part. Let us continue
Noor stood up, her knees wobbly from the intensity of their encounter. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a smug smile on her lips. “You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked, her voice still thick with desire. Sam chuckled, tucking himself back into his pants as he pulled her into an embrace.
“More than you know,” he murmured against her neck. “But now,” he whispered, his eyes flicking to the hallway, “we need to be careful.” He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips, before gently pushing her towards her bedroom.
“We’ll finish this later,” he promised, his voice a low growl. “When everyone’s asleep.” Noor nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Sam glanced back towards the living room as she disappeared into her room. His heart raced as he caught a glimpse of Vasundhra’s shadow retreating into her room.
He knew she had seen them, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. Instead, he felt a thrill of anticipation for the tangled web of secrets and desires weaving through their apartment. He took a deep breath and returned to the kitchen, trying to ignore the stain on the floor and the lingering scent of sex.
As he started to clean up the mess, his mind raced with the possibilities of what might happen next. The evening had taken a surprising turn, and he felt it was just the beginning. Noor had barely closed the door to her bedroom when Vasundhra’s voice, filled with anger and disbelief, echoed.
“Sam, what the fuck did I just see?” she demanded, storming into the kitchen with her towel clutched around her body. Sam froze, his heart racing as he turned to face her. His cock was still out in the open, a testament to their recent escapade, and he couldn’t find the words to explain.
Vasundhra’s eyes blazed with accusation, her body tense and ready for a confrontation. “What the hell is going on here?” she spat, her voice tight with emotion. Sam’s mind raced as he tried to formulate a response. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of lust, guilt, and fear.
He knew he had to tread carefully. But the sight of her barely contained fury made it difficult to think straight. “Vasundhra,” he began, his voice shaking slightly, “It’s not what it looks like.” But even as the words left his lips, he knew they were a lie.
It was exactly what it looked like. A betrayal of trust, a secret shared between two people who were not meant to be together. The silence between them was deafening. The only sound was the distant splatter of rain against the windows.
“Tell me,” she said, her eyes narrowing, “What did I just see?” Sam took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. He knew he had to be honest with her. But the words stuck in his throat. “I… we…” He stumbled over his words, desperation seeping into his voice.
“It’s complicated,” he finally managed to choke out. But Vasundhra was having none of it. She stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. “Complicated?” she repeated, her voice rising. “You’re fucking my roommate, and you call it complicated?”
The hurt and betrayal in her eyes was a knife to his soul. Sam felt his world crumbling around him. He had crossed a line and had no idea how to fix it. Sam nodded, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and guilt. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I did. Last night.”
He could see the anger building in Vasundhura’s eyes and knew he had to tread carefully. “But it was just a mistake,” he said, reaching out to her. “It won’t happen again.” But Vasundhura was not appeased.
“How could you do that?” she spat, her voice shaking with rage. “Her boyfriend is away, and you just…” she gestured to Noor’s closed bedroom door, “took advantage?” Sam’s hand fell to his side, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He knew he had no defence or excuse to make this right.
“It just happened,” he said, his voice weak. “We didn’t mean for it to go that far.” Vasundhura’s eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer, her face inches from his. “You think that makes it okay?” she hissed. “You think it’s not hurting anyone because it’s a secret?”
She stepped back, her towel slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her breast. “You could have done that in your room,” she snapped. “But instead, you had to do it out here, where anyone could see.” The accusation in her voice was clear, and Sam felt the weight of their shared secret grow heavier. “I’m sorry,” he offered, his voice hollow. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”
Vasundhura’s eyes searched his, looking for some truth in his words. But all she found was a man drowning in his guilt and lust. “This is fucked up, Sam,” she said, her voice softer now, laced with sadness. “What we just did… in the kitchen, with everyone home… it’s not right.”
Sam nodded, his eyes dropping to the floor. He knew she was right, and he didn’t know how to make it right. The silence between them was a living, breathing entity thick with unspoken accusations and regrets. “What do we do now?” he asked, his voice barely audible.
Vasundhara took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. “We keep it between us,” she said firmly. “We don’t let it ruin our friendship or living situation.” She paused, her gaze never wavering. “But,” she added, her voice dangerous, “if you ever do something like this again, I’ll make sure everyone knows.”
She turned on her heel and marched back to her room. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife. Sam was left standing in the kitchen, the cold reality of his actions washing over him like a wave of ice water. He had crossed a line, and he wasn’t sure if he could ever come back from it.
Vasundhara leaned in closer to Sam, her eyes boring into his. She felt something poking against her pussy through the slit in the towel she had hastily wrapped around herself after the shower. At first, she ignored it, too caught up in the whirlwind of emotions that seeing Sam with Noor had stirred up.
But as they continued to argue, the pressure grew more insistent. She couldn’t ignore the flinch of her body’s involuntary response. She looked down, and her eyes widened in shock. Sam’s cock, still hard from his recent encounter with Noor, was touching her pussy directly through the fabric.
She gasped, her hand shooting down to cover the spot. Her eyes flew back to his. Sam’s gaze followed her hand, and his eyes grew wide as he realized what was happening. They just stared at each other for a moment, the tension in the room shifting from anger to something else entirely.
Vasundhura’s hand hovered over the slit in the towel, her fingers brushing against the tip of his cock. Sam’s breath hitched, and he took a step closer. His hand reaches out to touch her face. “Vasundura,” he breathed, his voice thick with need, “I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”
“But I can’t help it,” he admitted, his hand slipping to cup her chin. “Looking at you like this… it’s just… you’re so beautiful.” He took a deep breath, his cock pulsing against her hand. “Your cleavage,” he whispered, “It’s… it’s driving me crazy.”
The anger in her eyes softened, giving way to something else. Something that made his pulse race and his cock throb even more. “You look fucking gorgeous in that towel.” He stepped closer, his body pressing against hers, and she could feel the heat of his cock against her stomach.
For a moment, she was lost in the sensation, her body responding in ways she had never allowed it to before. But then she stepped back, “We can’t,” she said, her voice firm despite the tremble in her chest. “We can’t do this.” She turned away, her towel slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her ass.
“Not like this,” she added over her shoulder. Vasundhara walked away from him. Her hips swayed with a seductive grace that made his cock ache. Sam felt the opportunity to claim her slipping through his fingers like sand. But just as he thought the moment had passed, she stopped at the threshold of her room.
Her hand was on the doorknob. She turned to look back at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. “You know,” she said, her voice a low purr, “I’m feeling a bit neglected.” And before he could respond, she let the towel drop to the floor, revealing her naked body to him in all its glory.
Her boobs were full and round. Her nipples pebbled with arousal. Her pussy glistened with desire. “Look at what you can’t have,” she taunted, her hand sliding down to cup herself. She began to stroke herself slowly, her eyes never leaving his.
“I’m going to give this little guy a treat,” she murmured, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Sam’s mouth went dry, his eyes glued to the sight before him. He could feel his cock growing harder, straining against his pants. “Vasundura,” he managed to croak, his hand reaching out to her, “Please.”
But she just smirked and stepped back, closing the door in his face. He heard the sound of her lock clicking into place. He knew he was left with nothing but the sight of her naked body etched into his mind. He was hard as a rock, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside her.
But instead, he was left alone in the kitchen, his desire for her burning like a wildfire out of control. Sam was about to succumb to the overwhelming urge to follow Vasundhura into her room. The sound of the apartment door opening and closing jolted him out of his reverie.
Neha, one of their other roommates, had returned from her shift at the hospital. She walked into the kitchen, her scrubs stained with the weariness of a long day. She took one look at Sam, his pants around his ankles and his cock still standing proud, and her eyes widened in shock.
“What the hell, Sam?” she exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth. “What are you doing?” Sam’s face turned beet red, his hand flying to cover himself. “Neha, I can explain,” he stuttered, his voice tight with embarrassment. But she just shook her head, her eyes flicking to the closed door of Vasundura’s room.
“No,” she said, her voice firm, “I don’t think you can.” She turned on her heel and marched out of the kitchen, her footsteps fading down the hallway. Sam knew he had to act fast, so he hastily pulled his pants back up and followed her. “Neha, wait,” he called out, his voice echoing through the apartment.
But she had already retreated to her room, slamming the door shut behind her. Sam felt a cold knot of dread settles in his stomach. He knew Neha was the last person he wanted to know about his secret tryst with Noor. With Vasundura now aware of their encounter, he was starting to feel trapped in his own web.
He retreated to his room, his hand shaking as he turned the lock. His mind racing with the consequences of his actions. The apartment had gone from a place of comfort to a minefield of secrets and desire. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep it all from exploding in their faces.
Neha had always been responsible, the roommate who kept the apartment running smoothly. She cared for everyone when they were sick or stressed. A Punjabi girl with fair skin and a small frame, she had boobs that could make any man’s jaw drop. A size 34 that was the envy of the other girls in the apartment.
Despite her stunning looks, she had always seen Sam as a brother. Calling him ‘Bhaiya’ with affection and treating him with the respect she reserved for family. But now, as she sat on her bed, her mind racing with the scene she had just walked in on. She felt a twinge of something new.
The way he had looked at her, desperate and hungry, had stirred feelings she hadn’t felt before. As she thought about it, she realized she had ignored her desires for too long. With a deep breath, she pushed the thoughts away. Focusing instead on the pile of laundry and the meal she had to prepare.
But in her mind, she wondered what would happen if she allowed herself to act on those feelings. If she ever allowed herself to be more than just the ‘good’ roommate, the one who didn’t get involved in the drama. Sam sat on his bed, his mind reeling from the events of the evening.
He couldn’t believe how much had changed in just a few hours. He had missed his chance with Vasundhura. Now, Neha had seen him in the most compromising position imaginable. He recalled their earlier conversation about how Vasundhara had teased him about his attraction to Noor.
He sat there, his cock still hard from the encounter with Noor and the near miss with Vasundhara. He felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on him. He lay back and closed his eyes. He knew this was the beginning of a much larger, more complicated situation.
He had to be careful, play his cards right, or risk losing everything. The knock on Sam’s door was soft but insistent, and he knew it was Neha. He took a deep breath and said, “It’s open.” The door creaked open. Neha stepped inside, her eyes searching the room before landing on him.
He couldn’t meet her gaze, his face a mask of embarrassment. “What were you doing in the kitchen?” she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and concern. Sam’s heart raced as he tried to come up with an excuse. His hand still wrapped around his cock, which was still hard from his encounter with Vasundhura.
“It’s… it’s not what it looked like,” he stammered, his eyes darting around the room. Neha’s expression grew more serious, and she took a step closer. “Look at me, Sam,” she said firmly. “What’s going on?” Sam took a deep breath and finally looked up at her.
“I… I had a moment with Noor,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s not just that. Vasundhara… she saw us, and she… she’s mad.” Neha’s eyes widened in shock, and she sat heavily on the bed beside him. “What are you talking about?” she demanded. “Tell me everything.”
And so, with the rain still pattering against the windows, Sam spilt his secrets. He told her about his tryst with Noor, how Vasundhura teased him, and when everything had changed. Neha listened silently, her hand moving to cover her mouth in disbelief.
“But why?” she asked, her voice shaking. “Why would you do that?” Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know,” he said. “It just happened. I’ve had feelings for Noor for a while now, and when the opportunity presented itself…”
He trailed off, his voice thick with guilt. “And what about Vasundhura?” she pressed. “What’s going on between you two?” Sam looked away, his face flushing. “It’s complicated,” he said. Neha’s eyes narrowed, and she leaned closer. “Does Noor know about this?” she asked, her voice low.
Sam swallowed hard. “Not about the part with Vasundhura,” he said. Neha’s eyes searched Sam’s face, and she could see the raw desire in his eyes, the way his hand was still clutching at his erection. She felt a strange mix of emotions – anger at his betrayal, confusion at her feelings.
A burning curiosity about what it would be like to be the object of his desire. “What you did was wrong, Sam,” she said, her voice shaking. “You can’t have a relationship with someone in this apartment. It’ll ruin everything.” But even as she spoke, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of it all.
She had always been the ‘good’ roommate who kept her distance and didn’t get involved in the drama. But now, as she sat on the bed next to him, she felt a part of it, a participant in the game of desire unfolding around her. Sam nodded his face a picture of contrition.
“I know,” he murmured. “It was a mistake.” He took a deep breath and leaned closer to her, his cock brushing against her thigh. “But look,” he said, his voice a desperate plea. “Look how hard I am.” He reached out and took her hand, placing it over his erection.
Neha gasped, her eyes going wide as she felt the heat and the hardness of him. He looked at her with hope and desperation, his hand guiding hers to stroke him gently. Neha’s breath hitched, and she knew she should pull away. But instead, she found herself leaning in. Her hand moved almost of its own accord.
“Vasundhara… she’s so beautiful,” Sam said. Neha felt the first stirrings of pleasure in her own body. She wondered if she had been wrong all along. As Neha’s hand hovered over Sam’s cock, she couldn’t believe the situation she was in. She had walked in on Sam in the most vulnerable moments.
Now, she was drawn into his web of desire. She couldn’t help but feel a thrill as she finally made contact, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. “It’s so big,” she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. Sam looked at her with a mix of surprise and relief, his eyes dark with lust.
“Doesn’t matter,” he murmured, his voice tight with need. “It doesn’t have someone to take care of it.” He leaned into her touch. His hips moved as she began to stroke him. “What are you doing, Neha?” he asked, his voice a desperate whisper.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with fear and excitement. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice trembling. “But I don’t want to stop.” With that, she leaned down and took him in her mouth, her eyes closing as she tasted him. Sam groaned, his hand tangled in her hair.
She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the slick wetness of her mouth on his skin. As the storm outside raged on, they found refuge in each other. Their friendship blurs the lines into something far more intense and intimate.
They had crossed a line. But at that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. With each stroke of her tongue, Sam felt his resolve crumbling. He had never imagined Neha would be the one to bring him to the edge of ecstasy. But here she was, her sweet, innocent mouth wrapped around his cock.
“Oh, Neha,” he moaned, his hips bucking slightly. “You’re so good at this.” Neha just moaned in response, her eyes never leaving his as she took him deeper. Her cheeks were hollowing as she sucked. Sam’s hand tightened in her hair. His hips moved in a steady rhythm as he fucked her mouth.
She didn’t protest, didn’t pull away. Instead, she took it all, her eyes watering slightly but never breaking the contact. It was as if she had become a different person. This fiery, passionate woman knew what he needed. He felt his orgasm building. He wondered what else she hid beneath her ‘good girl’ facade.
Neha’s mouth was a heavenly warmth around Sam’s cock, her movements deliberate and teasing as she whispered, “Bhaiya, your dick is so big and tasty.” Her words sent a bolt of pleasure through him, the mix of affectionate familial address and sexual praise only heightening the taboo thrill of their encounter.
Sam’s eyes rolled back in his head, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as he felt the tension coiling in his balls. He had never heard Neha talk like this or seen this side of her. It was like watching a shy butterfly emerge from its cocoon, revealing a fierce, sexual creature beneath the surface.
Her grip on his cock tightened, her strokes becoming more urgent. She took him deeper into her mouth. She moaned, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body. “Neha,” he gasped, his voice a ragged whisper. “Oh, Bhaiya,” she murmured around his cock. Her voice sent him over the edge.
He cum with a shout, his body spasming as ropes of cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, her eyes never leaving his as she licked him clean. “Mmm,” she hummed, her voice filled with satisfaction. “So good, Bhaiya.” Sam could only lay there, his chest heaving.
He processed what had just happened. The lines between friendship and desire had been irrevocably blurred. He knew their lives would never be the same again.
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