Chapter 2

Unlike her mother, Nila was tall, maybe five feet six or seven inches. She was thin, and counter to most women, had short hair. The one thing she shared with her mother was her curves. She also had a pierced nose that I found particularly erotic. Unlike her mother though, she was shy, very unsure of her sexuality, being almost childish in her flirtations. But she did flirt, which I welcomed. She also had a close-knit group of friends that I was welcomed into, making my time in Delhi much more interesting. There was Rashmi who was brash and a bit annoying, her one asset being her tits, she was stacked. At least a 36D. Then there was Ajanta, a very petite dark-skinned Tamil girl whose smile was infectious. She was very cheerful and, of the three, the easiest to hang out with as a westerner. She was clearly the leader of the pact. They had a few male friends, but more often than not, it was the three of them and myself.

They were my guides during my time there as well as my “key informants” if you will into Indian youth culture. I often met one, two, or all three of them at the campus canteen in between classes for chai and samosas and we would usually meet after classes and go out and about, sometimes over to Connaught Place to wander around, sometimes to old Delhi, and a few times we ventured to the upper scale shopping areas of south Delhi. Generally, though, we would end up at one of their places to chat and study, particularly Rashmi’s as her father was a bigwig civil servant and they had a beautiful home.

Once my affair with Indrani started, I couldn’t help but check out Rashmi’s mother. Though attractive, she seemed quite cold and distant actually. She probably needed a good fuck, but I sure wasn’t going to be the one to give it to her.

It was after I started fucking Indrani on a regular basis that I found myself becoming increasingly bold in my interactions with the three girls. It was one trip to old Delhi though that opened the gates to some more erotic and intimate encounters.

It was just Nila, Rashmi and myself going, as Ajanta had some other things to take care of. We were taking a cycle rickshaw towards the Jama Masjid, and ultimately Karim’s for dinner one night. It was still a bit chilly in the evening and the girls had shawls on, Nila over a shalwar kameez and Rashmi in jeans and a long kurta. The three of us jumped into one rickshaw, which meant that Nila had to sit on my lap. When she climbed up, I spread my legs apart so her ass was directly on my crotch. Given the bumpy ride, it was probably not the best choice I made, but feeling her ass constantly rub up and down on my cock felt good. And I know she could feel me getting hard underneath her.

Rashmi was squeezed in next to us and, without any option, I stretched my right arm around her, sliding my hand under her shawl onto her back. She stiffened at first but then relaxed. With my other arm, I wrapped it around Nila, placing my hand on her belly. As we bounced along, I slowly slid my hand up her stomach, under her shawl, finally coming to rest just under her breasts. I knew no one could see what was going on, and as Nila didn’t resist at all, I decided to just go for it. Slowly at first, I stretched my fingers up, feeling the bottom of her breast, then gently reached up and rubbed her nipple. She gasped but did nothing. I then just started to massage her breast. As I did she started rubbing up and down on my cock. No, she wasn’t that different from her mother!

The one difference though was that she was a virgin, or so I assumed. I really didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of seducing her into sex if she was uncomfortable with the idea of premarital sex, but the idea of getting to feel her up, maybe make out with her, was a definite possibility. It is all I really expected.

Soon our ride ended though and we disentangled ourselves and walked about. Nothing more was done and nothing was said, though I noticed both girls were keener to walk closely next to me, often rubbing arms and touching me when talking. It was a painfully slow start to a slow seduction.

It was two days later when all four of us were at Rashmi’s when things started to heat up. Ajanta being Ajanta, bold and talkative, took the lead.

“It seems like I missed out on your intimate night out to Karim’s.”

“Yes, it is a shame you couldn’t join us,” I replied.

“But now you seem to owe me one.”

“Owe you one? What do I owe you, a dinner at Karim’s?”

“Well, I’ll take that too. But I was thinking more of a rickshaw ride.”

I immediately turned red, as did Nila and Rashmi. It seemed they had shared what happened and my boldness.

“Even Rashmi feels a little neglected,” Ajanta added.

“Shut up Ajanta,” Rashmi blurted out.

I just started to laugh, my initial embarrassment turned quickly into calculating how to make this a memorable experience for all of us.

Given my newfound boldness and tendency towards domination, I decided to just go for it and see where it would lead.

“Is that what you want Rashmi? Would you like me to feel you like I did Nila? She seemed to enjoy it, didn’t you Nila?”

Nila turned as red as possible and just stared down at the ground, but she did slowly nod her head; yes, she was her mother’s daughter after all.

Rashmi just looked at me a bit dumbfounded, perhaps not expecting such directness.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap like Nila was doing the other night.”

She quickly looked around at both Nila and Ajanta.

“It’s what you said you wanted Rashmi, go ahead and do it. Or I will, I wouldn’t mind. It feels good,” Ajanta goaded her.

“But ... but I can’t. It’s isn’t right. My mother...”

“She’s not home. Here, I’ll go first.”

And with that Ajanta got up and came over to where I was sitting and sat down on my lap. She was petite and light as a feather. I wrapped one hand around her to hold her in place and then placed my other hand on her stomach and slid it up to her tiny little tits. Both Nila and Rashmi watched in rapture as I began to massage Ajanta’s tits. I hadn’t realized earlier, but she was braless. Once I realized that I decided to push the boundary a bit, and slid my hand under her kurta. With no resistance, I slid my hand up to her naked breast. Ajanta just leaned back into me, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the feel of me massaging her little breasts.