Pallavi and I are childhood friends. The two of us have known each other for as long as I can remember. We were very close even though we studied at different colleges. Both of us have been in relationships before (with mine getting sexual), but we never dated each other (at least not before we were caught cheating)
Both of us moved to Bangalore to work, with each of us renting shared apartments. I would go over to her place more frequently as she didn’t like coming over to my place. I shared a flat with 3 other guys, and Pallavi didn’t feel very comfortable with the way they were eyeing her.
She wasn’t the prettiest girl but had a cute face and a decent body to go along with it. Her skin was fair, and she stood comfortably at 5′ 6″ height. Though her hair was curly, she would often straighten it and had some freckles on her face. My roommates, however, only looked at her lustfully.
“Definitely 34,” I heard them go once she had left. “D cup to go with it?”
“Nah, she’s a C cup with saggy tits. A lot of guys must’ve played with them.”
I was trying not to pay attention so that they would stop, but they went on.
“That ass is 36. 28 hip at best.”
“I’d think it’s 26. perfect figure if you ask me.”
I chose not to join in, but it was hard not to picture her body when they described it like that. Pallavi had grown into a magnificent woman. To avoid my roommates, we used to hang out at her place.
Pallavi’s roommate was also her college friend Nidhi. Nidhi was a lively girl, with similar fair skin and straight hair. She was prettier than Pallavi but was smaller in size. She was at least a couple inches shorter, and thinking like my roommates, I judged her to be 32B-26-32.
Nidhi and I became friends from my frequent visits. The three of us would hang out during the weekends. I liked her a lot, but she was in a serious relationship, so I never made any advances. Her boyfriend was a rather orthodox guy whom I didn’t like much.
I found out that Pallavi didn’t like him much either, but Nidhi was totally into it. I found out later that his family was even more orthodox and that he would be considered the liberal one by them. Nidhi would tell us that her boyfriend was ‘just okay’ with her previous relationships (only as they were never sexual).
But she would have to hide them from his family if they were to get married. I was pretty sure that the guy wasn’t as liberal as made out to be. He was in denial about her past. But would dump her in a moment if he found out that she had even made out with someone.
Anyway, the two of them would eventually try to convince their parents to agree to their marriage. It wasn’t easy at first, but Nidhi’s parents finally agreed. But her’s boyfriend’s family was proving tougher to handle. It was around this time that Pallavi’s marriage was fixed with an NRI.
This came as a shock to me as it all happened very fast. The guy came for a month’s leave, met Pallavi once, and got married. He left less than a week after their marriage. Pallavi was going to stay in Bangalore till her visa came in before moving away with him.
My roommates were more annoyed to find out about her marriage. They would go on to describe in excruciating detail of all how he would have enjoyed Pallavi’s body. With these images in my mind, it was hard for me to look at her without feeling a tingle in my pants.
We still kept hanging out on the weekends, and her visa came in. Then she resigned from her job, and that’s when the pain of separation really hit. We were both affected by it but tried to hide it. Nidhi didn’t have the connection that the two of us shared, and she was aware of it. But there wasn’t much she could do either.
One weekend, about a month before Pallavi was due to leave, we went out for a few drinks. Nidhi had gone back to her home town and was trying to negotiate with her future in-laws. They had found out about her past relationships and were questioning her chastity.
Her boyfriend, while devoted to her, seemed to be eager to confirm her virginity as well. In Nidhi’s absence me a Pallavi got to talk a lot. I realized that Pallavi and Nidhi weren’t as close I had imagined. I wondered why a girl like Nidhi would put up with so much.
Pallavi had a theory that Nidhi wasn’t all the angel she posed to be. Her boyfriend had a rich ancestry, and she was only after the inheritance. The alcohol was making her bitch about Nidhi. I was sure that Pallavi wouldn’t have told me that if she were sober.
She further said that Nidhi would definitely have done more than hold hands with her exes (apparently there were rumors of many). She was doubtful if Nidhi was even a virgin. The conversation became more somber when we discussed her moving away.
Of course, we could keep in touch. But something would be different. In the end, we decided to party and make the night count. Both of us got really drunk, and it was very late when we decided to go back. I decided that I’d drop her at her place first, and she agreed.
The next morning I woke up a bit sore from the partying. The bed was softer than I remembered. The blanket felt warm and full of an enchanting fragrance. I as came to my senses. I got the terrifying feeling that I was not in my bedroom. My morning wood was rubbing against the blanket.
My hand got hold of it immediately only to realize that I was completely naked. I sat bolt upright to make sense of things, and that is when I saw Pallavi in bed beside me. My insides took a turn as I saw her sleeping peacefully on her side, facing me.
The blanket had slid off her shoulder and exposed her boobs and erect nipples. I started to panic. The last night was a blur. I looked around and saw our clothes on the floor. Slowly, it all came back to me. I dropped her at her place and had some water. Then we kissed. Then we made out and moved to the bedroom.
The used condom on the floor confirmed what I knew had happened next. Memories of my best friend’s naked body flooded my mind. I could almost feel the grip of her tight pussy that her husband had barely used. My shifting around woke Pallavi. There was a shock in her eyes, as well.
She covered her chest with the blanket as she sat up, dazed. Neither of us remembered the last night too well. Both of us dressed quietly and went out to the living room. The rest of the morning did not involve much talking. Our memories of the last night were returning, and we were feeling guilty.
She wasn’t very close to her husband yet, but it was wrong what we did. The alcohol brought out desires that were inside us, but we never should’ve done it. I was on the verge of ruining Pallavi’s marriage. Neither of us knew how to talk about it.
Both of us had wanted it. Yet, if only it was a couple of months before, it might have worked out between Pallavi and me. But then again, Nidhi would always be around. If she wasn’t, my best friend wouldn’t be another man’s wife now. The regret was visible on Pallavi’s face as well.
Not just because she cheated, but because she could be with me. She didn’t want to move away. If Nidhi wasn’t there, we would’ve done this a long time ago. She wouldn’t have married someone else. There were tears in her eyes as I left. I leaned in to hug her, and she kissed me on the lips.
As I walked out, I knew that she was cursing her decision to get married so quickly. If only this had happened between us earlier. It was hard for the two of us to talk with each other for a few days. But when we finally did, we expressed our regret that we could not be together.
Goodbye was inevitable, but we decided to make the best of the time we had together. We already cheated. It would make no difference if we did it again. This was our conclusion. Bringing her to my place would be a terrible idea. If my roommates found out, they wouldn’t hesitate to blackmail Pallavi into sex.
And since there were three of them, it would be difficult to find a time when none of them were in. There were not many days before Pallavi had to leave. So I decided to secretly take leave from work and spend the last week with her.
She had finished her notice period, and Nidhi would be out during the working days. So we would have the place to ourselves. Pallavi had planned to spend that week in her home town. But made some excuses and decided to spend the last week at Bangalore.
She would leave for her hometown at the weekend and then fly off to her husband soon after. But in the five days before it, we planned to make memories for a lifetime. Because of this, it was a pleasant surprise when, on that Sunday, Pallavi informed me that Nidhi had a date.
That meant that we would get an extra day together! I was planning to surprise her by booking a room or something for the last day so that we could spend one night together as well. But she ended up surprising me. Pallavi looked absolutely radiant when I got there.
It was evening, and Nidhi had just left. She didn’t waste any time as she put her hands around my neck and kissed me. I kissed her back passionately as our tongues explored the insides of our mouths. We didn’t waste any time and moved to the bedroom, where we undressed quickly.
Her body was perfect. Her teardrop-shaped tits were perky and the perfect size. They were softly rising up and down with her breath. Pallavi laid back on the bed and split her legs inviting me. I could see that her well-shaven pussy was already wet.
Her eyes were on my erect dick, not at all trying to mask her longing for it. I decided to tease her a bit and kissed her inner thighs. As I kept moving upwards, she moaned lightly and arched her back. I didn’t stop till I was all the way there at her entrance.
Her inner lips were open like a flower, and her juices were flowing out. Her fragrance had me in a trace, and a licked up all her juices. She kept moaning, more loudly this time, as I kissed and licked her pussy. Her body tightened even further when my tongue started working on her clitoris.
She held my head with her arms. My arms moved up to her breasts and started to caress them. Her breasts were soft as a feather, and her erect nipples were poking my hands. I kept squeezing her boobs and nipples alternately, and she enjoyed thoroughly.
Pallavi’s moaning and panting indicated that she was nearing an orgasm. She yelped as she came with all force and her entire body pulsated for about a minute as the juices overflowed from her. My mouth was full of her delicious juices as I stopped and climbed on top of her.
She was panting softly, and her eyes were closed. I kissed her again so that she could get a taste of herself. I moved down again and sucked her boobs. Her fair skin was turning red from my squeezing, and this only turned me on even more. As I felt her at ease again, I sat back up and put on a condom.
This was it, though we had done it before, the alcohol made our memory hazy. This time I wanted to remember every moment. I placed myself at her entrance and pushed slightly. Though she was tight, it went in fairly easily as she was already very wet. I slowly gathered pace and started pumping her.
In no time, I was on top of her with her hands and legs around me as I kept pumping her. Her insides were amazing and were responding go my strokes. Her husband didn’t have her long enough to stretch her out, so she was still very tight. Thinking of her husband made me pump even faster.
She responded with a deep moan. I wondered if he would notice if I stretched her out by the end of our week together. I could feel her tighten again as I neared my climax. We synced our movements so that we came together. It was a long orgasm for both of us, and I pulled out and lay beside her, tired.
She crawled into my arms, and we lay there for some time. Just as I got my breath back, she started playing with my dick again. She moved down and attempted to give me a blowjob. It was obvious that it was her first time, but she was doing a pretty good job.
After a few strokes, she put on another condom on me and climbed on top. The familiar tightness wrapped around me as she sat in a cowgirl position and started to move her hips. I reached out and played with her boobs as she gyrated on top of me.
In our excitement, we didn’t bother to lock the door. Neither to the bedroom nor the apartment. We weren’t expecting anyone to walk in. Because of that, we didn’t see or hear Nidhi come in and see us right in the middle of the act. She gasped loudly and covered her mouth with both hands.
Pallavi jumped off me. I sat up as well, both of us half covering our bodies. She must have canceled her plans or something, I thought. Nidhi was staring at us with a blank expression. We were caught! It was a bad idea to start a day early.
Nidhi took a few steps back, then turned and walked. We had to stop her. What if she told on us? Pallavi overtook her and blocked her from the front and me from the back.
“I can explain,” said Pallavi, who was standing stark naked in front of Nidhi.
“How long has this been going on?” she asked as she turned to me and back. “You guys, screwing behind my back?” she continued without waiting for a reply. “You’re married!” She sounded angry.
“Please, let me explain,” Pallavi sounded terrified. “You can’t tell anyone.”
“I didn’t think you were such a slut. And now you want me to keep it a secret?” Nidhi shoved Pallavi aside and walked to the front door. “I need some air.”
“No, wait,” Pallavi started after her. We couldn’t just let her walk out now. We needed to convince her to keep this a secret. Whatever we had to compromise on. I grabbed Nidhi around the waist and carried her back to the bedroom. She was surprisingly light and didn’t resist.
Pallavi locked the door behind us as I lay Nidhi on her belly and climbing on top to pin her by the waist. Pallavi ran around the other side and looked at Nidhi’s face and said, “Please, it was a one-time thing. We are parting forever and…”
“If you tell someone, it will ruin us. We are friends, aren’t we, Nidhi?” I begged.
“We’ll do whatever you want. Please keep this a secret,” added Pallavi.
Nidhi lay quite still. My dick was poking her ass, and it was making me hard. But she was not saying anything.
“Okay, on one condition,” she finally said. “You two won’t fuck ever again.”
Pallavi and I looked at each other. This was a steep price.
“Okay,” said Pallavi, and she looked away.
“How do I know you won’t just screw behind my back again?” asked Nidhi.
“How do we know you won’t tell anyone?” retorted Pallavi.
It struck me that Nidhi could tell on us anytime she wanted. She wouldn’t have any proof, but it would still cause some damage. We needed some leverage. As Pallavi and Nidhi glared at each other, I took hold of Nidhi’s bottoms and pulled it down along with her panties.
And before she could ask anything, I placed my dick at her entrance and pushed hard, penetrating her in one clean stroke. Nidhi gasped loudly and clenched the bedsheet tightly. The condom I had on was already lubricated with Pallavi’s juices. But Nidhi was quite wet herself.
She was very tight, and the stroke was a little painful, but I was completely inside her now. Pallavi didn’t look too pleased to see my dick inside Nidhi. But I thought to myself that she was right. Nidhi couldn’t have been a virgin the way I penetrated her.
Her future in-laws were not going to be happy if they found out. I had my leverage right there. I pulled out of Nidhi and let her go. But there was blood on the bedsheet and also my dick. Nidhi looked at me, teary-eyed and shocked. I hadn’t expected that, and from the look of it, neither had Pallavi.
She must’ve been wet from seeing is naked, I thought. But her hymen tore easily. Pallavi sat beside her and stroked her hair. “Tonight will be our secret,” she told and kissed Nidhi on the lips. I was shocked, but I played along. As the girls kept kissing passionately, I started to use my tongue on Nidhi’s pussy.
She seemed to have shaved recently, and her slit of a pussy still had traces of blood. Pallavi took off Nidhi’s clothes completely and reveled a pair of small round breasts. As my tongue worked on her pussy and Pallavi on her mouth and boobs, Nidhi suddenly started to moan and enjoy it.
She came fairly quickly. We swapped positions as I kissed her and sucked her boobs while Pallavi worked on her pussy. Before she came, Nidhi lay back and let me pump her. I placed my dick at her entrance and pushed more slowly this time. Pallavi sat on Nidhi’s face and enjoyed getting her pussy sucked.
I kept pumping Nidhi and played with her tits till she came. Her insides were tighter than Pallavi and were gripping me tightly as I leaned and kissed Pallavi. Once I came as well, Nidhi kissed me one last time and went back to her room quietly. Pallavi and I spent the night together.
The next morning the three of us had a long talk and decided to put the last day behind us. Nidhi went back to pretending as nothing happened. Pallavi and I enjoyed our last week together.
We still keep in touch. Pallavi has a son and is settled abroad now. Nidhi and I remained on okay terms but never had sex again. She managed to marry her boyfriend, and I sometimes wonder if he figured out that she wasn’t a virgin.
Despite being married now myself, memories of those nights when I was caught cheating, will stay with me forever.