Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began.
As we had seen last fall, Chhaya had a nice curvy body under the loose clothes she hid in. She had loosened up gradually and, under Carmen’s tutelage and relentless prodding, had also transformed her wardrobe. Sometime in late Fall, Chhaya’s loose pants had been replaced by form-fitting jeans that showed off her nice butt. In the spring, the loose fitting, cover-everything tops were retired to make way for tighter blouses that emphasized her breasts. A few of these blouses even revealed the upper curve of her breasts and a hint of cleavage.
Carmen had taken her for a new hairdo as well. Although still shy and awkward, Chhaya no longer disappeared into the background. Although I don’t think anyone would characterize Chhaya as strikingly gorgeous, she was blossoming into an attractive young woman.
The biggest development, is that a guy from her program had asked her out. It went well and they saw each other several times over the next couple of weeks. He came to the house to pick her up, probably nervous to be checked out by Chhaya’s nine female roommates, plus me, the guy downstairs and the shared boyfriend of most of the group (although I doubt if Chhaya told him anything about that). His name was Hugh. He was also British, with Caribbean parents like Chhaya, but of ultimately African origin. He was a sharp dresser, well-spoken, his eyes framed by glasses. We all liked him and felt happy for Chhaya.
Sometime around mid-March, Vesna and I were reading while leaning against each other in the rattan couch on the portico. Though the open doors nearby, we heard someone come into the living room. “How’s it going with Hugh?” asked Carmen.
“Good. I think.” Replied Chhaya.
“You gotta tell me more than that,” laughed Carmen. “I assume you’ve kissed?”
I imagined Chhaya’s blush, then heard her say, “yes.”
“And how was it?” asked Carmen.
“Wonderful,” replied Chhaya.
“So why are you uncertain? Have you done more than that?” pursued Carmen.
Another imagined blush. Vesna poked me with her finger but we kept quiet.
“He, he…I let him touch…my boobs last night.” I liked it that she said ‘boobs,’ no doubt also due to Carmen’s influence.
“Have other boys…?” pressed Carmen.
“No! Not even kissing before this” responded Chhaya.
“I can guess why you’re nervous,” put in Carmen. “You want to do more but you’re scared.” Silence. “Just take it slow, I’m sure he’ll be very gentle with you when you tell him you’re a virgin.”
“No!,” insisted Chhaya. “I told him I wasn’t. And now I’m afraid I’ll disappoint him. I won’t know how to please him.”
“Chhaya,” said Carmen firmly, “I think it would be better if you told him. He’ll understand.”
“I can’t” said Chhaya with a sob. “I’ll look like an idiot if I tell him I lied. And I won’t know what to do, or I’ll be too nervous.” Another sob. Carmen made some consoling sounds but neither spoke for a minute.
“You’re sure you won’t tell him?” Carmen continued.
“Uh, uh,” sniffled Chhaya.
“What if…what if it was true?” asked Carmen.
“If what was true?” asked Chhaya uncertainly.
“What if you get some experience, some practice, before you spend the night with Hugh?” proposed Carmen.
Chhaya dismissed Carmen’s proposal. “It’s taken 21 years for even one guy to ask me out. How I am supposed to find another so fast? Besides, that’s just crazy, Carmen. Who do you think would even want to…” Chhaya’s question faded out as she appeared to realize what, or rather who, Carmen was driving at.
“Why not?” asked Carmen softly.
Vesna poked me again and made a shushing gesture.
Carmen continued. “Claude is very kind and, well, experienced.”
Chhaya objected: “he doesn’t like me. Besides he has all of you ‘beauties.’ Why would he want me?”
Carmen took a new tack. “What I hear you saying Chhaya, is that if Claude did want to make love to you, if he did find you attractive, that you would consider having him teach you. Is that right?”
Impressed with Carmen’s maneuvering skill, Vesna and I rolled our eyes at each other. “But he doesn’t,” said Chhaya.
“Why don’t we find out?” asked Carmen.
“No!” blurted a panicked Chhaya. “You can’t tell him. Please don’t tell him. Carmen, if you’re my friend, please don’t!”
“Chhaya. I won’t say anything about your situation. But you wouldn’t mind if I just casually asked Claude for his opinion about you, whether he finds you attractive? If he doesn’t, we can just drop it. You can go back to plan A of telling Hugh that you lied to him.”
Vesna shook her head. Carmen was laying it on thick.
“Okay,” conceded Chhaya. “But if he say’s I’m ugly, please don’t tell me.” The phone rang and Carmen went to get it. We heard Chhaya get up and leave the room. Vesna took my hand and led me down to my basement quarters.
Once in my room Vesna teased “Claude the sex-teacher! You’re going to get a big head” as she grabbed my crotch. “I’m the one who should teach her about blow jobs. We can use you as the instruction dummy!” I took this in the best humor since as she said this, Vesna was peeling down my pants while kneeling in front of me. I did think Chhaya was attractive after all. I was not immune to the allure of a new lover. And she came pre-equipped, as it were, with some sexy toe rings. At this point it seemed inevitable.
“Imagine Chhaya licking your cock” cooed Vesna as she licked and stroked my cock. “Imagine peeling off her clothes and being the first man to fuck her.” Vesna plunged her mouth down my shaft. I groaned.
There was a tap at the door. “Just a minute.” I said.
“Who are you with?” asked Carmen though the door.
“It’s me,” replied Vesna.
“Okay, nothing urgent,” said Carmen. “Claude, can you come talk to me before dinner?”
“Sure thing,” I replied.
Vesna suppressed her giggles by thrusting my cock down her throat until I blew my load. Vesna shuddered in a cum-induced orgasm. I’ve known other lovers who are enthusiastic about giving blow jobs but none beside Vesna who actually climax during the act.
I found Carmen in her room before dinner, having been informed of her whereabouts by Yara. I wondered if she was in on the plan to educate Chhaya but couldn’t pick up on anything from her behavior.
“Claude!” Carmen exclaimed. “Thanks for coming up. I want your advice on something.” She had bought a couple of new tops and wanted my opinion. First she removed the blouse she was wearing, showing me her lacy black demi bra and then donned a red, low-cut, ruffled blouse, laced up like a corset in the front, presenting her gorgeous cleavage to maximum effect.
“Carmen,” I said, “you can stop right there. That is perfect for you. You can seduce me anytime in that.”
“Slow down big boy,” Carmen teased. “I have another one to show you.”
The next blouse was simpler, in a retro paisley of purples and greens. It also had wide dramatic sleeves and displayed only slightly less of Carmen’s cleavage than the red blouse. I gazed at her appreciatively and told her: “That’s sexy too. Perhaps better for day wear.”
Carmen replied, “I like it but not as much. I was thinking of giving it to Chhaya. How do you think it would suit her?” Aha. Now the plan became clear. Carmen was incredibly skilled at this kind of thing. But I had secret knowledge.
“Chhaya would look fantastic in it,” I enthused. “I’d love to see her wearing that. She has a lovely body that could really do it justice. And I think the colors and those sleeves would be a good look for her. Chhaya’s a lovely woman who’s really been blossoming over the past few months. I love seeing her wear more flattering clothing. And I’d like to see a little more of her beautiful skin.” That should just about do it, I thought to myself.
“She’s quite shy, ‘though,” put in Carmen. “Maybe she doesn’t have the personality for this blouse.” Carmen was putting me to a thorough test. At this point I wondered if she had arranged for Chhaya to eavesdrop. I would assume that she had.
“I think there’s a lot more to Chhaya than she lets us see,” I said. “I think it’s great the way you’ve become her friend. I’d like to be her friend too. But I have the impression that I make her uncomfortable. And I’m afraid that if I pursued a friendship with her that, given how things have gone around here, that’s she’d think that I was trying to seduce her.”
“So you wouldn’t seduce her?” asked Carmen.
“First of all Carmen,” I said. “Chhaya is seeing Hugh now. He seems like a great guy and I’m really happy for her. I hope it works out.”
“Okay,” said Carmen. “But what if she was available? Would you seduce her then?”
“Carmen,” I returned, “I think you know that men like me don’t usually seduce the women we’re intimate with. If I’m lucky, they seduce me. I’ve just been incredibly lucky since I got here. But you know this is still new for me.”
“Okay,” responded Carmen, “If Chhaya was available and she chose you…what about that?”
I replied, “If that was the case, I wouldn’t hesitate. I find her very attractive.”
Carmen smiled in a way that betrayed that this wasn’t just a hypothetical conversation. I thought she might come out with the whole story at this point since I had already agreed to participate. But she thanked me for my advice with a peck on the cheek and said “see you at dinner!”
While we gathered for dinner, Carmen produced a pitcher of margaritas made with a bottle of tequila she’d been saving. Before, during and after dinner, the pitchers flowed until the bottle was empty and the house was in high spirits. Chhaya had not been a drinker before and had only began to sip a little wine with dinner a few months ago. But this evening she had a least two margaritas. And she was wearing the new blouse revealing cleavage nearly as lush as Carmen’s. I was enjoying the sight of the dark brown swell of her breasts. She was also wearing new platform sandals. Chhaya’s petite brown toes sparkled with a variety of toe rings, not just plain silver but jeweled as well. I really didn’t have to be talked into this at all.
I sat down on the couch next the Chhaya and told her how beautiful she looked. Instead of blushing, Chhaya told me I looked nice too. She didn’t suddenly become confident and outgoing, but the crippling shyness was gone. As we talked comfortably and I felt myself feeling excited about the transformed Chhaya, I could see Carmen watching. I was trying to figure out the game since, ostensibly, it was understood that I was not going to move in on Hugh’s budding romance. In spite of her transformation, I couldn’t imagine Chhaya blurting out that she wanted me to teach her about sex. And then Chhaya did look a little uneasy. “Claude,” she said, “can you please bring me some water? I feel a little dizzy.”
“Hold on,” I told Chhaya, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
I went to the kitchen where I was intercepted by Vesna who grabbed me for a kiss then spoke into my ear: “Carmen knew we were under the portico and could hear everything. She planned it.” Damn. Carmen was one step ahead of me the whole time. I never had any secret information at all. She knew that I had all the information I needed to say the right things up in her bedroom. But Chhaya couldn’t know that I had been listening. I still couldn’t figure out what came next.
I returned to Chhaya with a tall glass of water. She did look a little flushed. I suggested we go out to the patio for some air. Chhaya assented and took my arm, stumbling a little on her new shoes. I couldn’t help but notice the jiggle of her breasts. I think she noticed me looking. I guided her out to a lounge chair under the fig tree with my arm around her. She smelled great with a citrusy kind of scent that was probably also new. It felt so right but I couldn’t just kiss her without somehow dealing with the Hugh issue. Chhaya leaned back against my chest. “Are you alright?” I gently asked.
“Thanks Claude, I just need a minute. I really appreciate you taking care of me. The fresh air is helping.”
As we sat in the dappled moonlight, a figure emerged from the house. Carmen: the great ringmaster. She approached and sat at the end of the lounge chair after giving both Chhaya and I a tender kiss. “You two look so perfect there,” said Carmen dreamily. I thought both of them looked perfect. While I don’t consider myself breast-obsessed, the two views of deep cleavage before me, Carmen’s punctuated by an Aztec medallion, was definitely focusing my attention. Carmen took Chhaya’s hand. “Chhaya, I think this is the moment where you allow me to borrow Claude for a minute, so I can explain a few things to him.”
Chhaya paused a moment. She could still chicken out, and everything I knew about her up until this week pointed in that direction. Chhaya replied,” sure Carmen, “I’ll just sit her and drink more water.” Carmen lead me away.
Around the corner of the house, Carmen smiled at me triumphantly. “Okay,” I said, “this is where you pretend to tell me what I already know but which Chhaya thinks I still don’t know. You are damned clever. My only question is: who else is in on it? And where was Chhaya hiding when I provided you with wardrobe advice?”
“Well, said Carmen, “I had to respect Chhaya’s privacy so I didn’t tell anyone. After dinner I told Vesna that I knew that my conversation with Chhaya had been overheard. She put it together from there and I thought it prudent to give you a head’s up.”
“Mighty thoughtful of you to consider me,” I said mockingly.
Carmen laughed. “Chhaya prefers that the rest don’t know about this and I promised not to tell, but she knows that someone might see you leaving her room. She’ll deal with it.”
Carmen went on to explain: “Chhaya wouldn’t agree to hide in my closet or under my bed. I just opened the window and she happened to be hanging clothes on the balcony outside. She heard well enough. Your performance was perfect. Now get over there and make a woman of her.”
Carmen gripped me and kissed me fiercely for a minute, her wonderful breasts pressed against me. “Time to work, stud” she whispered and pinched my ass. I really won’t be surprised if someday she’s president of Mexico. She has my vote.
I went back to Chhaya with a big smile to put her at ease. I sat down, took her in my arms and said: “Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for trusting me. I feel this is a real gift.” I kissed Chhaya softly. She opened her lips, her big eyes gazing into mine. Everything about her was soft and dreamy, yet charged with a latent eroticism that electrified me. “Your room?” I guessed.
“I’m ready,” breathed Chhaya.
Carmen admitted us to Chhaya’s room and closed the door. She had lit candles and the room had been carefully arranged, including some fragrant lilies that I think are called Stargazers. “Thanks Carmen,” said Chhaya with emotion.
“Do you want me to stay and show you some things?” asked Carmen.
“No,” said Chhaya firmly. “Just me and Claude. And don’t watch or listen. Okay?”
“Okay,” laughed Carmen. “I’ll go back to the party.”
I was glad that Chhaya didn’t seem to realize that even if no one was actively spying on us, that everyone down stairs would be speculating about where we had gone and what we were doing within about five minutes.
I gazed at Chhaya as she stood in the candlelight. Her big eyes shone like mountain pools at midnight, or so they seemed to me. With her new look and her determination not to chicken out, I really felt I was looking at a different person. While not as dark complexioned as Bilan, who, after all, was African. Chhaya’s skin was a deep rich brown. “You’re so beautiful” I told her, then took her in my arms.
Chhaya melted into me with a soft sigh, then turned her face up for a kiss. We kissed for a long time, at first softly stroking each other’s arms and backs, moving to shoulders, necks, chests and breasts.
I was feeling a lot of heat between us at this point and led Chhaya to the bed. She sat down on the bed and I sat on the floor in front of her. I unlaced her sandals, and caressed and kissed each dainty foot in turn. Chhaya softly moaned as I began to flick her toes with my tongue, feeling the contrast between her soft skin, smooth pedicured nails and the hard edge of her tiny toe rings. Although a year before I would have dismissed the idea, I can say at that point that I definitely had an obsession with women’s feet.
I rose and unfastened Chhaya’s jeans. She stood to push them down and off. Her legs and thighs were fuller and rounder than those of the more lithe women of the house but she was in no way out of shape. Her skin was firm and soft to the touch.
Chhaya reached for my jeans with a delicate hand and tried to manage the buttons. I helped her, then slid my own pants to the ground after kicking off my shoes. I unbuttoned my shirt and Chhaya began to explore my bare chest with her hands, coming close to breath on my nipples and taking a taste of them with her mouth. I don’t wear underwear and my cock stuck straight out and upward but Chhaya ignored it.
“I love your new blouse, Chhaya,” I said. “But I’m dying to see what’s underneath it.” Chhaya betrayed a fleeting expression of embarrassment but nodded her assent. She carefully pulled the blouse over her head. Her dangly earrings tinkled as she did so and she now stood before me in a sexy bra and panty set of lavender lace that stood out dramatically from her dark skin. The demi bra showed a lot of curvy cleavage that drew me in. I licked those swelling curves until they glistened, then popped open the front closure on her bra.
Chhaya’s soft breasts spilled out into my face. Her nipples and aureoles were brown with a tinge of eggplant purple and swelled out like ripe figs from her breasts. Whatever insecurities Chhaya might have had about those surely disappeared as I moaned in pure arousal and gently but intensely adored them with my fingers, lips and tongue. Chhaya was moaning too, raking her fingers up and down my back, not enough to scratch me but enough to ignite my passion for her. My stimulation of her breasts became too much for Chhaya and she pushed my head away. “I love it,” she gushed, “but it’s so intense.”
I stood up to kiss her again, then laid her down on the bed. I pulled off the lavender panties, enjoying the sight of the pale cloth passing over Chhaya’s dark legs and feet. Chhaya instinctively covered her pussy with one hand, then with a determined look on her face, took the hand away. It was shaved below, showing purple labia, edged in pink, glistening with moisture. The hair on her mons was short and shaved into the shape of a heart. Carmen must have nagged her relentlessly to get her to do that.
A haunting scent came from Chhaya’s body. I don’t know what to compare it to, but it had a strong effect on me. I slid my hands from Chhaya’s feet up her calves and thighs and gently pushed her open. Before she could object, I started kissing her thighs and her mons, slowly working towards her pussy. Chhaya propped herself up on her elbows to watch me lick her. As I started to run my tongue along her labia and clitoris, Chhaya softly cried out little moans of pleasure. I couldn’t tell if she reached orgasm but she soon reached a point of intensity such that she again pushed my head away. “So intense” she murmured.
“Teach me,” asked Chhaya, breathing heavily. “Show me how to please you.”
“Well,” I replied. “I think you need to get acquainted with this.” Moving up next to her, I took her hand and put it on my cock. I expected at least a glint of panic in those big eyes but Chhaya’s gaze was calmly focused on my cock. She began to stroke it uncertainly. I took her hand and guided her movement and moaned to show her what I liked. I took her other hand and put her fingers around my balls. Chhaya seemed to grasp the situation more intuitively at this point.
Chhaya lay beside me with her head at my hip and continued to stroke me with both hands. She didn’t take her eyes of my cock. I was also entranced by the sight of her dainty hands caressing me. Chhaya laid her cheek on my stomach, blocking my view but I could feel her breath on the head of my cock. Then a tentative tongue tip. I involuntarily jerked. “Did I do something wrong?” Chhaya asked in concern.
“It’s just like what you were feeling. Some moments are very intense,” I explained. “But I don’t want you to stop.”
“I want to learn…you know…” she began.
“Chhaya,” I gently replied, “when you’re with your lover, it’s not only okay to use words you might not use with other people, it can actually excite him. It can add to the intimacy you feel. I don’t know why and it’s not the same for everyone, but, why don’t you try it? You can call that a cock. You can call yours a pussy. Some useful verbs are lick, suck, blow, swallow, and fuck. Do you want to learn to suck my cock?”
“Yes,” Chhaya responded.
“Yes, what?” I prompted. Pause. The shy Chhaya still had some barriers to overcome.
“I want to learn to suck…your cock,” she said in a firm voice. Hearing that from Chhaya made me very hard.
I explained to Chhaya how to kiss and lick my cock all over and to stroke the shaft with one or two hands while sucking just the head of it. I positioned her on her knees in front of me and enjoyed watching her suck and stroke my cock while her luscious boobs swayed below her. I suggested that rubbing her nipples against my thighs as she sucked me would give pleasure to both of us but not to worry if that was too much to coordinate. Slowly at first, Chhaya began to stroke back and forth with breasts and hands in unison, while sucking me halfway into her mouth on the back stroke.
“If you like,” I continued to instruct her, “you can move your hands down to play with my balls and take my cock deeper into your mouth as you suck.”
Chhaya was really getting into it, and learning to adjust her pace and technique as I moaned approval. Chhaya was actually giving me a fantastic blowjob and was able to take most of my cock into her mouth. I felt my orgasm approaching and asked her to stop. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, sitting up.
“No way. You are amazing. If you keep going I’m going to cum. You’ll need to think about how and where you want your lover to cum.” Chhaya looked at me expectantly with her hands holding my cock.
“Sometimes oral sex is foreplay before intercourse.” I explained.
“Do you mean fucking?” teased Chhaya. She was really a fast learner.
I smiled and laughed. “Many guys, and I’m one of them, really enjoy cumming from a blow job. Some women don’t like cum in their mouth but might enjoy having a man squirt on her face, her boobs, or her ass. That can be exciting for the guy too.
For me, there’s something especially intimate when a woman lets you, wants you to cum in her mouth. My first girlfriend didn’t like it, so I feel like it’s a special mark of affection when a woman does that. Of these women, some swallow it, and some spit it out. For a guy, well at least this guy, having a woman swallow your cum is incredibly intense and intimate. But I understand that some women don’t find this appealing and I still respect and love them.” I added. Chhaya looked thoughtful.
“Is it true that Vesna has an orgasm when you…cum in her mouth?” Chhaya asked.
“It’s true,” I replied. “But I’ve never heard of anyone else like that. It’s good you bring that up because I think it’s good to remember that people are turned on by different things and there is no such thing as “normal” sex. If you can be open to what you and your lover like, I think you can have a happy and healthy sex life.” Chhaya thought some more.
“You know, Chhaya,” I said. “I think you’re already becoming a wonderful lover. I can see that you’re figuring out things on your own, and leaning to follow your lover’s pleasure. We could stop now if you like.” I didn’t want to stop but a part of me felt that I wasn’t entitled to Chhaya. That somehow, if I took her virginity, it would feel like stepping on a butterfly.
Chhaya looked hurt. “Chhaya, if you think I don’t want to, you’ve really misread me.”
She brightened up a bit. “I want to..,” she began. “Not just to learn, but to learn with you.”
I melted. “I’m really glad,” I said, giving her a deep kiss. Chhaya put her arms around me and ran her hands up and down my back.
I kissed her and stroked her breasts, irresistibly drawn to pull on her long nipples. Chhaya sighed and ran her hands back down to my cock which had gone half-mast. It soon regained full strength with Chhaya’s touch. I pulled my lips away from her to look into her eyes. Chhaya was a goddess too. The kind you think is just an ordinary person until the moment of enchantment. I imaged kissing Chhaya centuries in the past, in a palace chamber or a nomad’s tent. Her beauty wasn’t the fashion of this time but the fantasy of another.
Chhaya resumed her position in front of me and sucked my cock into her mouth. After a moment, she recaptured the motion of her breasts and hands. She looked up at me for approval. “That feels so good Chhaya, you have no idea. What’s going to happen when I cum?”
“I want to try it,” she said. “I don’t know if I can swallow. But I want to taste it.” She paused, “I want you to cum in my mouth.” I was so turned on to hear Chhaya say this my cock throbbed in her hands with a jolt. “Wow.” Chhaya exclaimed, witnessing her own power.
Chhaya’s nipples grew hard against my thighs as my shaft became drenched from her mouth, allowing her little hands to slide up and down my shaft. Chhaya’s lips drew back and forth on the head of my cock and I could feel her tongue on the underside. I was breathing hard, and moaning my encouragement. My cock was as hard as I thought possible. “I’m going to cum,” I warned Chhaya, and spurted up into her mouth.
Chhaya slowed her stroking and kept my cock in her mouth, moaning as I pumped out into her. Some of my cum dribbled out of her mouth but she had captured nearly all of it. When I stopped spurting, she slowly pulled her lips off my cock. Her eyes glazed, hair out of place, I wondered if I should offer her something to spit in. Chhaya breathed deeply without moving. Looking at me with an expression I couldn’t read, I was about to ask if she was alright when Chhaya swallowed. She smiled at me in triumph. “I like it,” she said, as if amazed by this herself.
I got back down between Chhaya’s thighs and began to kiss her wet pussy lips gently. I licked and kissed her for a while, avoiding her clit, and rubbed her up and down from her calves to her breasts as she softly moaned. I tentatively tapped her clit with my tongue and Chhaya exclaimed “oh!” and grabbed my head with her hands.
Continuing to lick her pussy, I used my tongue to stroke her lips up to her clit, causing her to moan and writhe around on the bed. I put one finger inside her and then another, and slowly pushed them in and out while I increased the proportion of time with my tongue on her clit. Now Chhaya was moaning my name in between sharp inhalations while she trembled from head to foot. Chhaya began to cry out and I gave her clit a burst of concentrated licking as she bucked her hips up and down in and sobbed as her orgasm coursed through her body.
When Chhaya’s orgasm ended, I moved up to lie next to her, watching her breasts heave as she regained her breath. Chhaya turned to me, and looked at me in wonder, tears streaming down her face. “Oh, Claude,” she gushed, jumping on top of me to kiss my lips, face and neck with abandon. I felt deeply moved and clasped Chhaya fiercely.
As I held Chhaya in my arms, her skin shining darkly in the candlelight, she lay her head upon my chest. I felt a twinge of jealously that soon Hugh would be enjoying Chhaya’s bed instead of me. I knew it was utterly ridiculous for me to feel this way but I guess I’m just a romantic. I loved Chhaya too.
We woke up at dawn. I with a hard on, and Chhaya with a desire to learn more. After a mutual oral warm up I taught her to fuck in the positions familiarly known as missionary, doggie style, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. The names are pretty lame but the positions are classics. Chhaya asked to repeat cowgirl, fucking me with intensity while she looked into my eyes. Her pussy held my cock with a firm grip as she pulsed her hips up and down.
“I think I’m going to cum,” she said in a shaky voice. “I want you to wait. I want you to cum…in my mouth again.” I bucked up to meet Chhaya’s thrusts, grabbing onto her boobs and pulling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. The demure Chhaya actually yelled when she came and I almost lost it. She jumped off and knelt before me as I pulled off the condom. I stroked my cock as she held open her mouth with an intense, hungry look, her tongue slightly protruding from between her lush lips. Between my good aim and Chhaya’s concentration, she caught every drop on her tongue, then sucked the head of my cock between her lips for a minute as I moaned in pleasure at the exquisite sensations.
Releasing my cock, Chhaya panted with her mouth open, apparently savoring the taste, playing with my cum with her tongue. She closed her lips and her eyes and swallowed with a contented moan. We lay down and caressed each other. With our legs entwined, Chhaya rubbed my calf with her dainty foot.
“That was so wonderful, Chhaya,” I said in sincere appreciation.
“Thank you so much for teaching me and letting me please you,” she replied, giving me an enthusiastic kiss. “I felt so safe with you. It didn’t hurt. I loved how you made me feel. And I even had orgasms!”
I reckoned with a mixture of pride and sadness that Chhaya’s education was complete. Hugh was going to be one very satisfied guy and if he didn’t appreciate her and treat her like a princess, well, I’d be there to take up the slack.
Even though the toe rings she already had were of a more refined quality. I gave two more in a little box to Chhaya the next day. Although we didn’t have sex again, amidst her sparkly toe ornaments, Chhaya always wore one of the plain silver toe rings from me.
Chhaya and I became friends who treated each other with great tenderness and affection. And although we were now “just friends,” whenever Chhaya and I touched, hugged or kissed, there was always a bit more intensity than such innocent affections are supposed to have. Between us it was always a lover’s touch, a lover’s embrace, and a lover’s kiss.