Chapter 2: Leena – My Safe Haven!

“Leena, don’t be a sleepyhead. Open the door; I have a lot of things to tell you,” I urged, sensing her dragging her feet.

Hurry, dumbo, I don’t want neighbors to see me like this!

She opened the door, freezing at my attire.

“Is this how you travelled from Bengaluru? I expected you last night.”

“Let me in first; I’ll explain everything,” I said, pushing her inside and latching the door.

She sat on the sofa, eyeing me. Sam’s black shirt and three-quarter shorts hung loosely on me. The broken top button showed good cleavage.

“Looking sexy, Maya,” she winked. “Is this a dare or a lost bet?”

“Come on. Sam picked me up on his bike. It rained heavily halfway, so I stayed at his place,” I paused.

“Really? And you stayed braless at his place? Jignesh lives there, too, right?”

“He was out partying. Only Sam was there,” I started, but she teased.

“So… you guys…”

“Shut up, Leena. You know me. I’m not that impulsive to make out. Still, something happened.”

Curious, she pulled me to sit beside her, holding my hands.

“What happened?”

“I lost my bag in the cab to Bengaluru airport—just clothes, so I let it go. In Mumbai, I got drenched and had no choice but to go to Sam’s place,” I said.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t plan it,” Leena interrupted.

“To an extent, I did, but not everything. Honestly, the UK job offer put me on cloud nine. I wanted to let loose. Drenched, my white shirt barely covered my breasts, only a bra underneath, when we reached his place. Sam’s ogling spiced up my craving. He gave me this outfit to change. When I stood nude before the mirror, my side B unleashed,” I caught my breath. “I decided to tease him.”

Leena listened without reacting.

“Then he ordered pizza. While eating, he saw more of my breasts through this armhole,” I said, raising my arms for her to see.

“Damn, that’s a hot angle!”

“Think from a boy’s perspective. But he controlled himself, even when I brushed my breasts against him, grabbing a pizza slice. Later, he asked me to sleep in his room, and he took Jignesh’s.”

“That’s it, Maya?”

“Wait. I couldn’t sleep in a new place and went to his room to chat. He didn’t notice me, standing in just shorts,” I pictured his athletic body. “You know he’s an athlete; his abs are flawless. He turned to my room for his charger. I ran back, pretending to sleep.”

“Why?”

“No peeping tom wants to get caught,” I said. “I hiked my shirt to show my navel and ample cleavage, testing him, pretending to be asleep.”

I leaned back on the sofa, mimicking my sprawl on Sam’s bed, hiking the shirt to bare my navel, slipping one side to expose half a breast.

“Did he notice?” Leena asked, surprised.

“More than that! He unbuttoned my shirt. Words can’t describe it, Leena. Imagine a boy baring your breasts for the first time. You’d need to feel the butterflies,” I said, unbuttoning Sam’s shirt fully, letting it fall open to reveal my firm breasts, their large brown areolas and pearl-like nipples glistening with sweat.

“This is how I lie in his room, totally exposed,” I said, stretching on the sofa, one arm behind my head, breasts heaving with each breath.

Leena’s eyes locked on them, blushing. She’d seen me topless before, but her shy nature loved hearing about hot scenarios.

“It felt thrilling, right?” she asked. “What next?”

“My breasts were bare for his pleasure. He didn’t touch me but took care of himself.”

“Took care?”

I sat up, my shirt was still open, my breasts reacting to gravity. Leena’s eyes stayed glued.

“He masturbated looking at my puppies!”

His cock flashed in my mind.

“Did you see his cock?”

“Yes, a sexy seven-inch tool, Leena. Perfect cylinder, with girth girls would love.” I gestured its length.

“Like in porn?” she recalled our porn nights.

“Nope, much better in reality,” I said, leaning closer, my breasts brushing her elbow.

“So that’s it?” Leena sighed.

I pressed closer, my breasts against her.

“The shocker came later! He buttoned my shirt and left. His cock aroused me, so I…”

“Fingered,” she finished.

“Yes, under the blanket. I dozed off, unaware my shirt’s second button was undone, exposing half my breasts. My bad, Jignesh’s good luck—he returned late, thinking I was Sam, in just his undies.”

Shocked, Leena asked.

“He proposed to you once, right?”

“Irrelevant now. Any boy seeing his dream girl half-nude—what would he do? He turned back, and I tried adjusting my shirt by turning sideways. Mistake. One breast exposed fully.”

I lay sideways on the sofa, letting one breast spill out, plumper, nipple puffier.

“Then he crossed all boundaries, cupping my breast, feeling it thoroughly,” I said, guiding Leena’s hand to my breast, replicating Jignesh’s touch.

Her palm pressed gently, my dome yielding. She felt my areola and nipple, eyes widening, caught off guard but momentarily enjoying it.

“How dare he!” Leena snapped, yanking her hand back.

“He was drunk. I didn’t want to confront him. I thought he’d leave after feeling me, but he stood naked, stroking his penis while kneading my breast, like a dream. He came heavily and squeezed the last drops onto my breast.”

“Scoundrel! You shouldn’t have let him go that far, Maya!”

“I was frozen; it happened fast. Facing him with open breasts felt worse,” I said, sitting up and buttoning my shirt.

“Whatever,” Leena paused, hesitantly asking. “So, two cocks in one night?”

“Jignesh’s was scary—thicker, longer than Sam’s, pitch black, with a huge, disproportionate head like a poisonous mushroom!” I described it vividly.

“Thank God it’s over.”

“I couldn’t sleep, waited for dawn, and left.” I leaned on Leena’s shoulder. “I feel aroused, Leena. Forget Jignesh; he got lucky by chance.”

“Let’s not talk about him. He’s coming to Lonavala, right?”

“He is. Who cares? I’m tired of being a bookworm. I’ll make the most of Lonavala with Sam!” I said confidently.

“Boys are boys, Maya. Give them space between our legs, and they’ll brag, ‘I fucked this girl!’”

“I know. Sam’s safe. I’ll play damsel in distress, keeping my good-girl image. No one can slut-shame me,” I said.

“Hope it goes well. I’m with you, Maya.” Leena hugged me.

She’s been my partner in crime since joining college. I must tell you about her—tall, almost six feet, resembling a female wrestler, as sexy as me in a bigger frame. No one dared approach her, something lingering within her she never shared, even with me. Still, I’m her safe haven. I must unlock her desires, like I freed myself. Maybe Lonavala holds answers. I booked a resort and informed the group.

“Buddies, here’s my treat! We’re heading to Lonavala tonight.”

Twelve hours more… Wait for the treat.

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Chapter 3: The Resort Treat Begins

We reached the Lonavala resort by midnight, a two-to-three-hour drive from Mumbai. In the seven-seater SUV, Guru and Riya—Leena’s classmates—took the third row. Leena and I, in the middle row, witnessed their steamy smooch session.

Passing headlights lit the back row, revealing Guru’s face buried in Riya’s breasts, her tee lifted. For a moment, we saw a D-cup breast. In college, they were the ‘nerd couple,’ always discussing studies. We had no clue they were this kinky. I wanted to watch more, but Riya pulled a blanket over them, though moans continued all the way to the resort.

At check-in, I handled the room allocations.

“Sam and Jignesh in one, Leena and me in another, Guru and Riya împreună—together. Happy, lovebirds?”

“Take good rest, freshen up, and we’ll meet in the morning. Good night, guys,” I said, and everyone headed off.

“Guru and Riya must be dying for privacy. Look at them rushing,” Leena sighed.

Their room was next to ours, just a wall between us.

They’re probably nude already. Guru’s tasting every inch of her, my side B imagined wildly.

In our room, Leena curled up beside me, arms around my waist.

She asked in a concerned tone, “Maya, I know you have plans in your mind. But I’m not sure where you’re heading. Can you clarify it once for me? Because the old Maya I knew was the girl who candidly loved showing off her waist, navel, and rarely her cleavage to tease boys. But she had her limits. But the new you! You’re like a catalyzed reaction after confirming the job. What are you up to?”

“Oh dear! Do you think I’m going wayward?” I rubbed her head. “You knew my side B. I contained my desires and bodily needs all these years to achieve something. And I’ve done that. Now, I’m paying attention to the needs of my desireful side B.”

“Go on.”

“Look, we’re not living in any Western country where we can walk up to our crush and say, ‘let’s go on a date and have sex.’ I wish I could, but if I do that here, I’ll be labeled a slut. I don’t want to spoil my reputation. But I do want to have some fun. So, I’ll make it happen gradually. Sam is the guy I want to have my first sex with. I don’t want to get into a relationship just for that. Instead, I’ll seduce him with calculated exposure. Everything will seem accidental from his perspective, and he’ll be drawn toward me—craving me, desperate to fuck me. Then I’ll give him the right opportunity. I’ll make sure it’s just about bodily needs—nothing more. Then I’ll move on, no regrets. Clear?” I asked.

“How long will you try wooing him with your skin show?” Leena asked directly.

“If you’re expecting ‘a girl meets a boy, they’re attracted to each other, and they end up fucking,’ it won’t happen in my story. I’ll seduce him till he breaks and sounds desperate to have me. I don’t know when that’ll happen, but it will. And when it does, it’ll be worth the wait. So, have patience, Leena.” I patted her back.

We fell asleep shortly after, chatting about random stuff.

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At 8 AM, Leena and I dressed for the vacation. I wore a lavender knee-length floral frock, sheer and low-cut, the light fabric barely hiding my firm breasts. My feathery bra added to the tease, my domes jiggling with each step.

My lustful side B delighted in the idea of everyone drooling, but I focused on Sam.

Leena wore a crimson floral dress, modest, covering her tall, curvy frame. Her bosoms were neatly tucked in.

She twirled, grinning. “Oh, Maya, ready to stir things up?”

I tossed my hair. “You bet. Let’s see who can handle this.”

Last night’s heat—Sam’s hungry eyes, Jignesh’s bold touch—left me buzzing, a deep ache in my belly. I grabbed my phone, and we headed to the rest-o-bar.

It was cozy—polished wood, soft lights, and Lonavala’s misty hills glowing outside. We took a corner table. The mountain air teased my dress, outlining every curve.

Feel those eyes, Maya. Show them what you’ve got.

Sam and Jignesh walked in, dressed alike, tall and athletic. I always had a crush on Sam. God, he looked like a movie star. My heart pounded just thinking about his touch. I was determined to spark something today.

“What’s with Guru? Where are the lovebirds?” I asked Sam.

“Altitude sickness, he says,” Sam replied, rolling his eyes. “But really, he’s holed up with Riya.”

“He’s right. Once that door closed, we knew we wouldn’t see them till noon,” Jignesh added with a smirk.

“Let them do what they want,” I shrugged. “Plans for the day?”

Leena spoke up. “Oi, Maya, it’s your treat. You decide. Or else these guys will go rogue.”

I nodded. “Let me call the manager.”

The resort manager listed options: hiking, trekking, trampoline, horse riding, boating. Indoor: swimming pool, mechanical bull, turf cricket, billiards, tug of war. Also, a private massage spa and sauna. And tonight—a private poolside dinner with premium wine and champagne. Last call at 1 AM.

The poolside dinner got everyone’s attention.

Somehow, get a private moment with Sam tonight. Booze could help blur the lines. But first, warm him up.

“Hiking’s too much. Let’s do boating, bull riding, then some indoor games. And tonight—poolside dinner. My treat.”

“Awesome, Maya,” Sam said, his eyes trailing down my body.

You sneak. Last night, you unbuttoned my shirt and jerked off. Now you’re playing Mr. Good Friend?

“The poolside dinner’s fine, but where’s the booze?” Jignesh grinned.

“I don’t drink, but you can. It’s on me,” I replied, thinking how to dodge his schemes.

“Come on, Maya. You’ll be in the UK soon. Time to try a sip,” Jignesh urged.

“It’s okay. Just try and leave it if it’s not your thing,” Sam said.

“Fine, but only if Leena drinks too,” I said, passing the ball.

“Don’t drag me into this,” she snapped.

“Just once?” I made a kitty face.

“Ugh. Alright. Just tonight!” she groaned.

“That’s my girl!” I hugged her. “Lake time!”

At the lake, we got two two-seater boats. I eyed the water, nervous—I wasn’t a great swimmer. Sam, Leena, and Jignesh tossed their life jackets. I kept mine on.

“I’ll go with Sam,” I said, hopping into his boat.

Jignesh winked. “Come on, Maya. Don’t be scared. I’ll save you.”

“Grr, I’m not scared!” I snapped off my jacket and tossed it aside. “See?” I climbed in.

I grabbed the oars and rowed.

“Not like that. Follow me,” Sam said.

My dress tightened as I rowed, molding to my breasts, their shape and nipples pushing through the thin bra. A thrill ran through me. Jignesh rowed beside us, staring shamelessly. Leena noticed and steered away, leaving me alone with Sam.

Perfect.

“Is the water cold?” I dipped my fingers. “Ouch! It’s freezing!”

“Really?” Sam leaned in.

“Wanna check?” I splashed him with water.

He splashed back. “You’re asking for it, Maya!”

The chill soaked my chest, nipples rock-hard, breasts fully outlined—sexier than a Mumbai rain. I grabbed the tin cup and flung more water.

“Got you, Sam!” I laughed.

He stood up. My water hit his crotch, revealing a hard-on. He sat quickly.

“You little…” He splashed me again.

I slipped and fell into the lake.

Time to play damsel, my side B whispered.

Though I could swim, I flailed. “Help! Sam!”

He jumped in, grabbed my waist. “Hold on, Maya, I’ve got you!”

I clung to him, pressing my breasts into his face. “You’re safe,” he said, voice steady.

We clung to the boat. “Leena! Jignesh! Help!” he yelled.

They rowed over, jumped in. Sam pushed me from behind, his hands on my hips, then my bum, lifting me.

As I struggled, my top slipped. Water filled my bra, stretching the fabric. Both my breasts spilled out—fully exposed. Leena didn’t see, but Jignesh did. His eyes bulged.

I collapsed in the boat, panting, breasts heaving. Leena noticed, gasped.

“Maya, your top!” she whispered, climbing in and adjusting my clothes. The boys pushed the boat to shore. I regained composure.

The lake team ran over. “We’re fine, thanks!” I waved them off. Still, I drew plenty of eyes.

Leena wrapped a shawl someone handed her around me and escorted me to our room.

“I’m okay, Sam. See you at lunch,” I said as we walked off.

Leena slammed the door. “Maya! You overexposed in public!”

“It was accidental! I swear!” I replied.

“Your breasts were out for everyone! Jignesh stared like a perv.”

I sighed. “Relax. He’s seen me before. What about Sam? He didn’t miss, right?”

Leena groaned. “You’re possessed by a dark sexual spirit that won’t rest until it’s satisfied.”

“My plans are my own. I move forward on my terms,” I said with a smirk.

Leena looked at me, still flustered. She was wet too, her crimson dress clinging to her frame, the shapes of her breasts visible but still modest.

I pulled her to the mirror.

“Look at you, Leena! You’re stealing the show, too,” I teased.

She tugged her wet clothes off her skin and blushed. “Stop it, Maya. I’m not enjoying showing off.”

“Leave it, Leena. Everyone saw you, too. That crowd probably gathered for you,” I said, tugging her leg.

She shoved me onto the bed and locked herself in the bathroom. “I’ll freshen up!” she yelled.

The damp cling of my dress was unbearable. I peeled it off slowly, layer by layer—my skin tingling in the cool air. My breasts hung free, nipples hard from the chill, curves glistening with lake water. I stood naked, looking for a towel, when the door burst open.

Sam.

His eyes froze on my naked body. A flicker of hunger flashed before he turned away quickly and shut the door behind him.

In a husky voice, “Sorry, Maya… I was just checking on you.”

I smirked, heat rushing between my legs.

Well, my condition is all bare now.

I pretended to search for a towel, hips swaying just enough.

He’s watching you in the mirror, my side B hummed.

Yes—my reflection danced in front of him. My full breasts swayed slightly, and the thick triangle of my pubic hair was on proud display. I let it linger, dragging out the moment as I pulled out sheer lingerie—transparent bras, lace thongs—scattering them across the bed like offerings.

I jiggled slightly, pretending to hurry.

He’s memorizing every bounce—every curve.

I picked up a towel and wrapped it around my chest. It barely covered me, teasing both cleavage and thighs.

“You can turn now, Sam,” I said softly.

He turned, his face flushed. “The door wasn’t latched… Are you okay?”

I stepped closer, taking his palm, placing it on my wrist.

“Can you feel my pulse? I’m perfectly alright,” I whispered.

He didn’t pull away.

I sat beside him, my towel slipping slightly as I gestured to the scattered clothes.

“Can you help me pack these?”

He reached for my shirts and skirts, avoiding the lingerie. Then his hand brushed a lace thong. He paused. Next, the transparent bra.

“They’re just clothes, Sam,” I teased. “You’re acting like I asked you to touch what they cover.”

He froze, breathing unevenly. He handed them to me, fingers grazing mine. I bent to pick up a bra that had fallen, my thighs parting slightly—just enough.

Yes, he saw it. That hairy slit—that forbidden secret.

His cheeks flushed.

“I’ll wait in the lawn,” he muttered and left in a hurry.

Just then, Leena walked out of the bathroom, wearing just a bra and panties. She froze.

“Sam!” she gasped.

He mumbled an apology and bolted. Her face turned crimson.

She lunged at me. “Why did you let him in?! You could’ve warned me!”

I laughed, my towel slipping further.

“You didn’t latch the door, Leena. And he saw everything.”

“You enjoyed showing off! Why should I be the one embarrassed?”

She pinned me to the bed. My towel fell off.

She stared, seeing me fully nude for the first time.

“People worry about Amazon deforestation,” she said, eyes on my crotch, “but it’s thriving down there.”

“That’s a restricted area. Don’t trespass,” I said, walking to the bathroom, swaying my ass.

I turned on the shower and pleasured myself under the hot stream. I even teased myself with a shampoo bottle—but it wasn’t enough. I stopped just short of climaxing.

“You done? They’re waiting!” Leena called.

I walked out nude.

“You’ve turned shameless!” She threw a towel at me.

“They’re waiting, Maya. Get ready,” she said, applying lipstick.

“Someone’s improvising,” I teased.

“Not like you, glamour queen,” she muttered, heading out.

Why’s she rushing without me? Sam’s in the lawn… is she trying to hit on him?

No—Leena wouldn’t do that.

I shook the thought off and got dressed.

She called and said they were at the mechanical bull area.

When I reached, Sam was shirtless—sculpted abs, toned arms gleaming. His cologne made my mouth water.

“I’m up first,” he said, climbing onto the bull.

He’s trying to impress you, Maya whispered.

I watched every muscle flex as he gripped the bull. He lasted almost the full ride before the operator bucked him off.

“Ouch, cowboy. Nice try!” I clapped.

“Your turn, Maya,” Jignesh smirked.

“It’s easy. Hold tight till you cross the finish line,” Sam advised.

I hesitated—the bull looked vicious—but their cheers hyped me up.

I climbed on. The saddle was still warm from Sam. My shirt rode up as I mounted, revealing hips. My track pants slid a bit, flashing panty lines.

That ass is stealing the spotlight—wiggle it, my side B whispered.

But the bull wiggled for me.

My shirt flew up, exposing my white bra. My breasts bounced wildly, nipples visible through the lace. The thrill was electric.

The bull bucked again, hard.

Hold the grip or your clothes?

I chose to lose the grip and tumbled off, landing with a gasp. My chest was bared—bra soaked, breasts jiggling, every eye on me. Sam and Jignesh stared, stunned.

I yanked my shirt down. “Oops, impossible for me!”

Jignesh rode next, eyes closed like he was imagining me. He lasted five seconds before flying off.

Leena was next, fully dressed in a high-neck tee and Bermuda shorts. She held tight, thighs locked. The bull threw everything at her. Her tee rose to show toned hips, but she crushed it. She jumped off and patted the bull.

“Pfft. That’s how it’s done.”

We cheered.

Guru and Riya arrived, asking if I was okay post-lake.

“You’re a bit late, lovebirds,” I teased.

Jignesh joked, “He’s tired from taming the cow.”

“That’s not cool,” Sam snapped at him.

Riya looked upset.

“Sorry, Riya. Was just teasing Guru,” Jignesh muttered.

Leena cut in. “You’re just jealous you can’t tame even the bull.”

Guru laughed. “What did I miss, bro?”

“Let’s play cricket,” I said, steering the group.

We played turf cricket for 40 minutes. I was drained.

Sipping a Red Bull, I said, “I’m out.”

“I’m heading back too. Nap time. Order lunch in your rooms—we’ll regroup later,” Leena added.

Back in our room, I collapsed on the bed. “Ugh. I’m dead. Can you massage me?”

She chuckled. “I was gonna ask you. Let’s hit the spa—female therapist only. No creeps.”

“Deal,” I smiled. “Let’s go.”

(To be continued…)