How to bang your collage friend 2; maitri, first move

Disclaimer: read the previous part or you won't understand a thing..

The kiss was electric, a spark igniting a fire within me that had lain dormant for years. Her mouth was soft, her lips full and inviting, and she tasted faintly of mint. Our tongues touched tentatively, exploring each other with a gentle curiosity that grew into something more urgent. My hand found the small of her back, pulling her closer, and she didn't resist. Instead, she melted into me, her body fitting against mine like a puzzle piece finding its match.

We kissed with a passion that surprised us both, our bodies responding to a connection that went beyond friendship. Her hand slid up my chest, her fingers dancing over my skin, and I could feel my self-control slipping away. I wanted to explore every inch of her, to make her feel desired and loved after the hell she'd been through.

Breaking the kiss, Mayitri looked at me with a mix of surprise and longing. "Suraj, I didn't mean for this to happen," she murmured, her eyes searching mine for a hint of rejection. I cupped her cheek, "It's okay, Mayitri. I've liked you too, for a very long time."

Her eyes grew wide with hope, and she leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper and more urgent. Our bodies melded together, the years of unspoken attraction finally finding an outlet. Her hand slid down to my waist, her fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt. I felt the heat from her touch, the flame of desire burning brighter with each stroke.

Without breaking the kiss, I reached for the clasp of her bra, fumbling slightly in the darkness. The catch gave way with a soft click, and the fabric fell away from her breasts. Her skin was hot to the touch, the weight of her breasts fitting perfectly in my hands. Her nipples were hard, pebbled from arousal, and I couldn't resist the urge to roll them gently between my thumbs and forefingers. She gasped, her breath hitching in her throat, as I teased and played with them.

Mayitri's hand found its way inside my pant, her warmth enveloping my already hard 7-inch long shaft. She stroked me with a gentle firmness that sent shivers down my spine. Her touch was tentative at first, but grew more confident as I moaned into her mouth. The fabric of my underwear was the only barrier between us, and it was quickly becoming too much to bear.

"I didn't know you had this thick thing hidden in your pants," Mayitri whispered against my ear, a playful giggle escaping her lips as she wrapped her hand around my erect length. She gave it a gentle squeeze, and I couldn't hold back a guttural groan. Her touch was electric, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"Mayitri, how many times you had sex till now?" I asked, my voice low and filled with a mix of curiosity and need. She leaned back, her hand still wrapped around me, and looked up at me with a knowing smile. "Only once times with him, which he did because my ex mother-in-law wanted a grand child, and we got lucky at the 1st try," she replied, a hint of sadness tinting her words. "Then I guess he has been doing with that girl," she added, a touch of bitterness in her voice.

Her confession stoked the fire within me, the realization that she had been denied the pleasure she deserved in her own marriage driving me to claim what was rightfully hers. I kissed her deeply, my tongue delving into her mouth as if searching for the sweetness she had been denied. She responded with a fervor that matched my own, her hand moving more urgently on my shaft.

As we kissed, Mayitri's hand grew bolder, her strokes becoming more deliberate. She whispered against my lips, "Suraj, I've never felt this way before." I pulled back, looking into her eyes, searching for any hint of doubt. But all I saw was a need that mirrored my own.

"Your husband was a fool," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "You deserve so much better." Mayitri's eyes searched mine, looking for the truth in my words. Then, with a soft nod, she removed her hand from my shaft and began to unbutton my pants. The sound of each button popping open seemed to echo through the room, the anticipation making my heart race. When she finally pulled down my boxers, my cock sprang free, and she gasped at the sight.

"It's so...big," she whispered, her voice filled with awe as she wrapped her delicate hand around it again. "And thick," she added, her eyes widening as she measured its girth with her fingers. I watched as she stroked me, her touch tentative but growing bolder with every passing second. Her comparison to her ex-husband's manhood was not lost on me; it was clear she appreciated the difference.

"Suraj, you're much thicker and longer than him," she murmured, her eyes never leaving my erection. The comparison made my chest swell with pride, and I knew I had to give her the pleasure she craved, the pleasure she deserved. I gently pushed her back, my hands exploring the soft curves of her body.

Her breath hitched as I trailed kisses down her neck, my fingers finding their way to her breasts. I pinched her nipples lightly, watching as they grew even harder under my touch. Mayitri's hand didn't stop moving, her strokes growing faster and more insistent. "Suraj," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "I .. I can't hold back anymore."

Her urgency was intoxicating, and I knew I couldn't either. I kissed her one last time before sitting back on my haunches and positioning myself between her legs. She spread them wider, her panties damp with arousal. "Suraj, I need you," she breathed, her eyes never leaving mine. I leaned in, kissing her again as I reached down and slid her panties aside, revealing her glistening pussy.

Her scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and something uniquely hers. I couldn't resist the urge to dip my tongue into her folds, tasting her sweetness. She bucked her hips, her breath coming in sharp gasps as I licked and nibbled her clit. "Oh god," she moaned, her hand finding my hair as she guided me deeper into her. I explored her with eager strokes, her juices coating my mouth and chin.

Mayitri's legs trembled as she reached the precipice of climax, and I felt a sense of triumph in knowing that I could bring her such pleasure. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the quiet apartment. Just as she was about to come, I stopped, pulling away from her. She whimpered in protest, her eyes glazed with need. "Please," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper.

With a smirk, I positioned my cock at her entrance, the tip brushing against her slick folds. "Here I come," I murmured, pushing in gently. She was not that tight, may be because of child birth. She gasped as I entered her, her body adjusting to the new sensation. I took my time, inch by inch, watching her face as she absorbed every bit of me. Her eyes were wide with pleasure, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

When I was fully sheathed inside her, I paused, savoring the feeling of being connected to Mayitri in this most intimate way. Her walls tightened around me, a silent plea for more. I began to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm that had her arching her back and moaning my name. "Suraj," she whispered, her voice a symphony of pleasure.

I watched her face as she climbed higher, her breath hitching with every thrust. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her brow furrowed with the concentration of holding back her release. I leaned in, nibbling on her earlobe, whispering dirty nothings that sent shivers down her spine. "Wow, so sex feels this amazing," I whispered, the words slipping out of my mouth without thought. She opened her eyes, "No way! Is this your first time?"

Her surprise was genuine, and I felt a rush of excitement. "It is," I confessed, "but you make it feel so natural." She blushed, a beautiful shade of pink that made her even more desirable. "Then let me show you what it's really like," she said with a seductive smile, her hand reaching down to guide my movements.

Mayitri began to move her hips in sync with my thrusts, her body welcoming me in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. Her experience was evident, each roll of her hips sending waves of pleasure through me. We moved together in the quiet of the night, our bodies speaking a language that transcended words.

But as I felt the pressure building, as I approached the point of no return, the universe had other plans. A piercing wail echoed through the apartment, shattering the delicate intimacy of our moment. Lolita had woken up, her cries a stark reminder of the life we had to navigate outside of our burgeoning romance.

Mayitri's eyes snapped open, and she immediately pulled away from me, the reality of our situation crashing down around us like a thunderstorm. "I have to go to her," she said, her voice filled with a mix of urgency and regret. I nodded, my cock still hard and throbbing, my need for release unabated.

With a grace that belied her haste, she slid off the bed, her breasts swaying slightly with each step as she moved to the swing. Lolita's cries grew louder, and Mayitri's motherly instincts took over. She picked the baby up, her nakedness not even registering in the face of her child's needs. I watched, my breaths ragged, as she cradled Lolita to her, her breast already swollen with milk.

The sight of Mayitri feeding her daughter was more erotic than any pornographic image I'd ever seen. The soft suckling noises filled the room, and I felt the tension in my body begin to ease slightly. My cock, still standing at attention, was a testament to the desire that hadn't yet been sated. Mayitri looked over at me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Looks like we'll have to continue this later," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

After settling Lolita back into the swing, Mayitri turned to face me, her breasts still bare and glistening with milk. "You know, I never thought I'd be doing this in front of you," she said with a laugh, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. "But it's somehow fitting, isn't it?" Her words hung in the air, a silent question that I wasn't quite sure how to answer.

I stood there, my own desires momentarily forgotten in the face of the raw intimacy before me. "I think it's beautiful," I finally said, my voice thick with emotion. "You're both beautiful." Mayitri looked down at her baby, then back up at me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you, at first i thought of leaving the child with that man but my motherly affection couldn't allow it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The room was filled with the quiet sounds of Lolita's feeding, and the weight of our shared moment grew heavier. We were no longer just friends; we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. The air was charged with a tension that neither of us knew how to navigate.

Mayitri carefully placed Lolita back into her sleeping bucket, her eyes never leaving mine. The baby girl had fallen into a peaceful slumber, her tiny hand curled into a fist against her mother's bare skin. The sight was so intimate, so beautifully raw, that I couldn't tear my gaze away. The matrix of fabric cradled Lolita's tiny form, and it was clear that despite the tumultuousness of her life, she felt safe and loved in her mother's arms.

The room was still charged with the electricity of our unspoken desires, the air thick with the scent of our passionate kisses and her arousal. Mayitri reached for her t-shirt, sliding it back over her head and covering herself up. The sight of her breasts, swollen and sensitive from both nursing and our encounter, was a stark reminder of what we had shared just moments before.

"I should get some sleep," she murmured, her voice hoarse from our kisses. "Lolita will wake up again soon." I nodded, understanding the unspoken words behind her statement. Our moment had been interrupted, but it was clear that it wasn't over. We both knew that we'd be picking up where we left off as soon as the chance arose.

I retreated to the bathroom, my hand still tingling from the feel of her skin. The cool tiles felt like a slap in the face, a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered between us. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes glazed with lust and my cheeks flushed. I couldn't believe what had just happened, and I knew I couldn't ignore the ache in my loins for much longer.

With a shaky hand, I turned on the faucet and let the water run until it was warm. I stepped into the shower, the spray cascading over my body, the droplets mixing with my sweat. As the water beat down on me, I couldn't help but replay our kiss in my mind, the way she had responded to my touch. My cock was still semi-erect, begging for relief. I took it in hand, my grip firm and sure, and began to stroke.

My thoughts drifted to the way Mayitri had felt, the heat of her body against mine, her breasts in my hands. I imagined her lying beneath me, her legs wrapped around my waist as I pushed deeper inside her. The sound of Lolita's cries had barely faded from the room, but the memory of our passionate encounter washed over me like a wave.

In the bathroom, the warmth of the shower did little to cool my desire. I stroked myself slowly, my hand moving in time with the rhythm of my thoughts. Mayitri's words echoed in my mind, her confession of needing me, of feeling something she'd never felt before. It was a heady feeling, knowing that I could give her what she craved.

The water sluiced over my body, mixing with the precum that beaded at the tip of my cock. Each stroke brought me closer to the edge, but I held back, not wanting to end the sensation just yet. I pictured Mayitri's hand, the way her fingers had danced over my skin, the gentle squeeze she'd given my shaft. It was a stark contrast to the rough grip I had on myself, a reminder of the difference between friendship and passion. And with a satisfying ohh, I came, my seed spilling out into the drain, a silent release of the tension that had coiled in my gut.

As I stepped out of the shower, I knew that tonight would change everything. The barrier that had once separated us had been shattered, leaving us to navigate the murky waters of our newfound attraction. I dried off, my thoughts racing with the possibilities of what the future held. Would we become more than friends? Could we handle the complexities that came with mixing pleasure and responsibility?

When I walked back into the living room, Mayitri had already removed my makeshift bed and said, "Come here to bed," her voice a soft invitation that sent a thrill down my spine. She had changed into a loose nightshirt that barely concealed the curves of her body, and I couldn't help but wonder if she had done it on purpose, leaving just enough to the imagination to drive me wild.

I climbed into the bed, the mattress dipping slightly as she settled in beside me. We laid there for a moment, the silence stretching out like a tightrope between us. Then she rolled over, her back pressing against my chest, her buttocks snug against my still-throbbing erection. "You don't need to go to bathroom for masterbation now," she murmured, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Her words were a balm to my ego, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. The warmth of her skin against mine was soothing, and I felt my arousal begin to wane. "I'm sorry," I whispered, kissing the top of her head. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

Mayitri's body stiffened for a moment before she relaxed into me. "It's not that," she sighed. "It's just...I've known you for 4 years, Suraj. I never thought things would go this way." I tightened my arms around her, feeling the rise and fall of her chest with every breath she took. "Neither did I," I admitted. "But here we are."

The silence stretched on, but it wasn't awkward. Instead, it felt like a bridge between us, connecting our past and our present, making way for the future. I kissed her neck, tasting the sweetness of her skin, and she shivered. "Suraj," she said, her voice filled with longing. "Let's continue where we left. I can't bear it anymore."