Now or Never - Chapter 07 - THE TRIGGER

We collapsed onto our beds the second we stumbled through the door, wiped out from the trip. I slipped into a tight purple spaghetti top, tossing my bra to let my girls breathe. Paired it with skimpy cotton shorts, no panties—fuck, going commando at home feels like pure freedom. My head was buzzing with Sam, my body screaming for that first time with him, raw and real.

Leena’s new crush on me threw a curveball into my plans. Her fingers on my skin from that wild night in Lonavala still burned in my memory. Her “dream” was my reality, and it twisted me up in a messy love triangle. One week of my one-month countdown to London was gone, and I’d been soaking up every second of this new freedom. One more stolen moment with Sam, and I’d have him breaking me open.

“Come up with a killer plan, Maya,” my inner voice growled, pushing me.

“Maya, I’m fucking starving. Ordering food—what do you want?” Leena called, snapping me out of it.

She was lounging in loose track pants and a plain shirt, all modest and shit—a far cry from her tequila-fueled boldness in Lonavala.

“Get whatever you’re craving,” I shot back. “But let’s make that Moringa soup first.”

We dragged ourselves to the kitchen, lazily throwing together the soup. The steam swirled around us, the sharp, earthy scent of Moringa leaves hitting hard. Ten minutes later, we poured it into bowls and slumped at the dining table.

Sipping the scalding soup, I tossed a spark at Leena. “You know Moringa’s supposed to fire up your libido, right?” Images of our heated Lonavala moments flashed through my head. I watched her, waiting for a reaction.

She smirked, eyeing my barely-there top. “Moringa? No idea. Tequila, though? That shit’s a guarantee. Look at you—still ready to pounce, huh?”

My spaghetti top was practically see-through, clinging to every curve. It was enough to pull her mind back to last night. Anyone could’ve traced my shape with a glance.

“Libido? Maybe. Madness? Hell yeah. Someone was owning a bikini ramp walk after a few shots,” I teased, lobbing it back to her.

She leaned in, voice low and sly. “Alright, we’re even. But, Maya, I had this crazy-ass dream last night. Blame the tequila…”

“Spill it, girl,” I purred, sliding closer, voice husky. I played dumb, but my pulse raced—she was about to confess something I knew wasn’t a dream.

“Nah, not now,” she dodged, cheeks pink. “I’ll tell you later, swear.”

I didn’t push. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m all ears,” I said, giving her shoulder a quick tap before slurping my soup. Then my phone buzzed.

“Jignesh? Why’s he calling now?” I flashed the screen at Leena. She just shrugged.

“Hey, Maya! Trip was good?” Jignesh’s voice was too damn cheerful.

“Was alright. Missed you guys,” I lied, keeping it smooth.

“You owe me that treat, yeah?” he said, digging up the bullshit promise I’d made at the resort.

“Sure thing, Jigs. Weekend work?” I kept my tone sweet, hiding my annoyance. I didn’t wait for his reply. “Gotta go—noodles need draining. Catch you later.” I hung up fast.

Did Sam spill about the pool? Is he running his mouth? The thought gnawed at me. I stepped onto the balcony, away from Leena, and dialed Sam.

“Hey, Sam, you beat from the trip?” I started casual, then cut in. “Jignesh just hit me up about that treat. You say anything to him?”

“Nope,” Sam said, voice steady but curious. “He’s at Guru’s place. What’s up?”

“Just checking if you let something slip,” I said, probing for cracks.

He chuckled, low and smooth. “I don’t spill my personal shit, Maya.”

“Personal shit?” I teased, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“You know… what went down in the pool,” he said, treading carefully.

I played clueless. “Pool? It’s all a blur. What do you remember?”

He paused. “Booze fucked me up. I remember wrestling with Leena, then waking up in my room, clothes soaked. Total blackout. You?”

I smirked to myself, keeping my voice innocent. “Same. Woke up drenched. I vaguely recall diving in for Leena’s dumb challenge. She strutted off in her bikini, and I must’ve stumbled back to the room. Did you walk me there?”

I was sober as hell that night. I remembered it all—Sam peeling off my clothes, his hands greedy, the weight of his cock in my grip. The rush of his cum in the turquoise pool? Seared into my brain.

“Yeah, you were soaked…” he started, then caught himself. “I mean, from the pool. Got you back to your room. You were trashed.”

Cheeky bastard, I nearly said aloud, biting my tongue.

“What’s that?” I teased, pushing him.

He stuck to his story, dodging. I let him think I bought it, but I knew the truth. Sam remembered every second, just like me.

“Funny thing,” I said, dropping to a flirty whisper. “My bra vanished after the pool. Any clue where it went?”

He thought I’d forgotten I’d slipped it to him. It was a test, not a trophy. “Missing? Weird. You sure you wore one?” he said, playing it safe.

I grinned. That’s what I wanted—no confessions, no strings, just a game. He thought I was too drunk to remember, and I let him believe it. I’d nailed the plastered act.

I grabbed a glass of water, the cool liquid kissing my lips. “I’m sure, Sam—” The doorbell blared, cutting me off. I jumped, water splashing down my top. The thin purple fabric turned sheer, my nipples poking through like fucking spotlights.

“Someone’s here. Talk later,” I said, hanging up as I headed for the door. “Leena, food’s here!” I called, assuming it was the delivery guy.

I flung the door open, and there was Riya, her eyes bugging out at my drenched top. “Damn, Maya, you’re looking hot,” she said, smirking at my chest.

“Just spilled water,” I laughed, letting her in, leaving the door cracked.

“Hey, Riya! Surprise visit!” Leena grinned. “Want some Moringa noodles? Might get Guru going.”

“Zip it, Leena,” Riya snapped, turning to me. “What if it wasn’t me at the door? You’re half-naked.”

“Thought it was the delivery guy,” I shrugged.

Riya laughed. “He’d have lost his mind seeing you like this.”

“I was on a call, sipping water, and you rang. Spilled in a second,” I said, heading to change.

“Nah, stay,” Riya said, her tone chill but her eyes lingering. I tugged my top, letting it lift off my skin, my boobs bouncing free. I caught Leena’s gaze flicker to the movement.

“So, what’s with the drop-in?” I asked, sinking into the sofa.

Riya flopped down next to me. “Guru’s off to his hometown. I was bored as fuck, and…” She trailed off, hesitating.

Leena and I swapped a look. “What about the pool party? You guys get in?” Riya asked, too casual.

“Yeah, we did,” Leena and I said together, both thinking: Did someone snitch about the pool? We had our reasons to keep that night hushed.

Riya lifted her shirt, showing red rashes on her stomach, especially around her navel. “This is from that damn pool,” she bitched.

“Probably the water’s pH fucking with you,” I said, leaning in to check.

“Your skin’s sensitive,” Leena added, voice soft. “I’ve got aloe-calamine lotion that’ll help. Where else are the rashes?”

Riya pointed lower, hesitating. “Thighs, chest… and, uh, down there.”

“No stress,” Leena said. “Use the lotion before bed, but ditch your clothes so it doesn’t irritate more.”

“Can’t do that at home,” Riya said, frowning. “Mom would grill me worse than these rashes. And I share a room with my brother—no way I’m going naked next to him.”

“Then crash here,” Leena offered. “Apply the lotion, chill for a bit. It’ll do the trick.”

“Yeah, stay,” I echoed. “You’ve got the day. Head home later.”

Riya’s cheeks went pink. “Naked? Here? How?”

“We’re all girls,” I said, shrugging. “At some point, we’ve all gotta strip—doctors, moms, roommates…”

“Boyfriends,” Leena cut in, smirking.

“Or girlfriends,” I shot back, winking at her before turning to Riya. “Make yourself at home. Take Leena’s room.”

Riya stayed quiet, her face torn. I felt for her, stuck in her shy hesitation.

“Leena, take her in and help with the lotion,” I said, nudging Riya forward. “I’ll handle the food.”

Riya followed Leena, and I sank back onto the sofa. The app showed the delivery guy was stuck in traffic—15 to 20 minutes late. My top was still damp, clinging to me. I loved the thrill of wearing next to nothing around people who knew me as the prim college girl. The way Riya and Leena sneaked glances at my body sent a shiver through me. I pictured Leena stripping Riya down in her room, just a door away. I wanted to peek.

Then something buzzed under my ass, a jolt shooting through my core. I jumped up—Riya’s phone, on silent, vibrating with Guru’s call. I thought about picking up to pass it to her, but he didn’t wait.

“Riya, those selfies and videos from Lonavala? Uploaded them to our cloud. Can’t keep ‘em on my phone—parents might snoop. Transfer them to a pen drive. We’ll watch later. Bye, Mom’s coming.” He hung up before I could say, “It’s Maya.”

I headed to Leena’s room to pass the message. Through the cracked door, I saw Riya in her underwear, lying back as Leena smoothed lotion over her skin. I couldn’t see Leena’s face.

Is she touching Riya like she touched me? The thought slipped in, uninvited.

“Ahh, Lee, that feels so good,” Riya murmured, clearly enjoying Leena’s hands gliding over her.

I didn’t want to interrupt. Back on the sofa, Riya’s phone still in hand, my mind ran wild. What was in those selfies and videos? I couldn’t stop picturing Riya and Guru in the same kind of heat I’d shared with Sam in the pool.

A notification pinged—Guru sent the link. Riya’s phone was locked with a pattern. I tried “R” for Riya—wrong. “Z” for Zinta—nada. One shot left before a 30-minute lockout. I paused, then traced a “G” for Guru. It worked.

The phone unlocked, and I opened the link. A folder with about 50 photos and a video stared back at me.

Should I? My mind teetered, but my fingers moved faster, opening the photos.

The first few were tame—Riya and Guru pouting for selfies around the Lonavala resort. Then it got hotter. Indoor shots showed Guru’s lips on hers, not kissing—devouring. Their clothes dwindled with each swipe, from subtle cleavage to barely-there underwear.

In one, Riya’s bra was all that stood between Guru’s face and her chest. In the next, her lips hovered over the bulge in his briefs. Then came close-ups of her breasts, full and soft, her dark nipples stealing the show. Live photos captured their sloppy French kisses, his hands groping her, his tongue on her skin.

Then, a jolt—Guru’s cock. A fucking monster. Big, breathtaking, and daunting. I’d seen a few: Sam’s long, sleek shaft, first in his room, then in my grip in the pool; Jignesh’s thick, mushroom-headed beast, scary but shorter than Sam's; and Somsak’s, the Thai masseuse, a cute little thing, no contest. But Guru’s? It was the king—longer than Sam’s by a centimeter or two, thick as hell. His balls, though, were small, almost comical next to that veined giant.

In one shot, Riya’s fingers looked tiny wrapped around it, her wrist dwarfed. She teased the tip with her lips, playful but bold. Another showed her face next to his cock, its length outmatching her from chin to forehead.

How the fuck does she take that? My mind spun, trying to picture it stretching her. I swiped again.

Riya’s pussy, bare and clean, stared back at me. Dusky, not pink, with plump labia that screamed invitation. Tight, but definitely not virgin. I couldn’t fathom how it handled Guru’s size.

Shock didn’t cover it. Riya, the shy girl next door, posing like a porn star? My fingers trembled as I opened the video, a massive UHD file. I grabbed my earbuds, paired them, and hit play.

It started with Riya and Guru grinning at the camera. “This is our first time,” he said, smirking.

“First? Bullshit,” Riya giggled.

“First time outside my room, okay?” he corrected, propping the phone on a stand.

He dove into her lips, a messy, hungry kiss. She tangled her tongue with his as he ripped her bra off, her full breasts spilling free. “These fucking kill me, baby,” he growled, sucking her nipple hard, grazing it with his teeth, leaving a wet trail.

He yanked her panties down, exposing her dusky slit. “Eat me,” she demanded, voice raw.

He spread her legs, his tongue diving into her, sucking her clit, pulling her labia. She grabbed the phone, filming a close-up of his lips working her over. Her hands gripped his hair, hips bucking, until she dropped the phone in a haze of pleasure.

The video blurred, but her moans carried through. “Oh, fuck, honey, don’t stop! Keep going!”

Guru grabbed the phone, now lying back. Riya took his half-hard cock—already six inches—and coaxed it to life. She licked his balls, sucking them one by one, peeling back his foreskin to reveal a thick, pink head. It stood tall, ready to conquer.

“Oh, Riya…” he groaned as she licked his frenum, teasing. “You love this spot, don’t you?” she purred, sucking the tip like a goddamn expert.

I couldn’t believe it—this was Riya? The shy girl next door? She brushed her heavy breasts against his thighs, coating his cock with spit until it gleamed. She couldn’t take it all, but her lips and tongue worked every inch.

She slicked her pussy with spit, straddling him. “Get in me, now,” she ordered, lowering herself inch by inch.

Holy shit, she took it all. His massive cock vanished between her thighs. Guru panned to her face, glowing with pleasure. He kneaded her breasts as she started riding, slow and deep.

“Easy, baby,” he begged, but she moved faster, her pussy swallowing him. After a few thrusts, he gasped, “Stop, I’m gonna cum!”

They flipped to missionary. The camera caught his cock stretching her, her plump labia gripping him tight. “Stop teasing, fuck me deep,” she growled, voice dripping with need.

“Tell me when it hits,” he said, pushing in fully.

“Stop,” she gasped, but he was buried to the hilt. He fucked her hard, pulling out and slamming back in. Ten thrusts later, he groaned, “I’m cumming!” He pulled out, ropes of cum shooting across her stomach, neck, and face—six thick spurts, then a slow drip on her navel.

He smeared it over her like lotion. “Fuck, I came too fast,” he muttered, apologetic.

“It’s fine,” she said, stroking his limp cock. “Let’s wash up. Not here—private pool. I wanna finish there.”

“No swimming skills,” she added, winking. “Fake altitude sickness, stay in the room. Bathtub?”

You sneaky bitch, I thought. A fuck trip on my dime.

The video ended with Riya leading him to the bathroom, promising new positions. I snapped back to reality, my hand on my breast, my top pulled up, exposing me. A wet trail ran down my thigh—I’d been so lost in their moans, I hadn’t noticed my own arousal.

I glanced at Leena’s room—door still ajar. Relief hit; they hadn’t caught me. I wiped my thighs, but a voice broke through.

“Ma’am… Ma’am…”

I spun around. The fucking delivery guy stood at the open door. I’d forgotten to lock it after Riya. My top was still up, my breasts fully out. I yanked it down, turning away, my face burning.

“Sorry, didn’t hear you with my earbuds,” I stammered. “Was watching a movie.”

“It’s fine, ma’am. Your lunch,” he said, eyes on the floor but sneaking glances at my chest. I recognized him—the same guy who had delivered pizza at Sam’s house.

“When did you get here?” I asked, my voice steadier.

“Just now. OTP, please,” he said, fumbling with his phone.

He was lying. “It’s expired,” he added, sending a new one.

I gave the new code, calculating. The first OTP was 25 minutes old. Twenty-five fucking minutes? He saw me playing with myself, lost in that video.

He handed me the food and bolted. I locked the door, my mind a mess. Shame? Thrill? My pussy throbbed, betraying me.

“Food here?” Leena called, her door creaking open.

I shoved Riya’s phone under a cushion, forcing a smile. “Yeah, let’s eat.”

We sat at the table, my brain replaying the video on loop. I couldn’t stop.

“You got the food like that?” Leena asked, nodding at my still-hard nipples.

“What, this?” I said, heart pounding. “No big deal.”

“You probably made that guy’s year,” she teased, diving back into her food.

I pictured the delivery guy—last time at Sam’s, I’d teased him. Now, I’d given him a full show. I finished eating fast and sank into the sofa.

“How’s Riya?” I asked, steering the conversation.

“Applied the lotion. She’s shy as hell—took forever to get her to strip,” Leena said, shaking her head.

“Really?” I said, the video flashing in my mind. “That shy?”

“Not everyone’s as bold as you, Maya,” Leena said, her eyes scanning my sprawled-out body.

I stood, dodging her gaze. I didn’t want to spill about the video. I slipped into Leena’s room. Riya was naked on a waterproof blanket, cucumber slices over her eyes, her body slick with lotion. Her breasts were even fuller in person, her dark nipples firm. Her pussy, prickly from not waxing since Lonavala, was just as I’d seen—small labia, barely covering her slit.

My steps stirred her. She covered her chest, curling away.

“It’s cool, Riya,” I said, touching her shoulder. “I’m used to this. We’re all built the same, right? No need to hide.”

I meant it, but her video burned in my mind. Leena’s voice cut through. “Don’t mess with her, let her heal. Get out of here.”

Leena’s possessiveness flared—she didn’t like me eyeing Riya. “She’s a shy nerd,” she muttered, pulling me out.

Shy nerd, my ass, I thought. Riya was a fucking wildfire, bolder than me. Awe and envy churned inside me. She was leagues ahead in the sex game.

I’d forwarded the video link to my phone, deleting the trace from Riya’s. The cloud settings let anyone with the link access it. “What’s up with her?” I asked Leena, playing dumb.

“Rashes everywhere,” Leena said. “Poor thing. Probably microbes in that pool.”

Microbes? I pictured Sam’s cum clouding the water. My phone pinged—the video had downloaded.

“Leena, I’ve got a killer headache,” I lied, pressing my temple. “Gonna crash. Do not disturb, yeah?”

I didn’t wait for her answer, bolting to my room and locking the door.

For three hours, I didn’t surface. I stripped bare, buried my fingers in my pussy, and played the video on repeat. Riya didn’t cum in it—Guru finished too fast. But I did, my juices soaking the sheets, demanding a wash. Exhausted, I passed out.

I woke at dusk, still naked. After a quick shower, I threw on a t-shirt and track pants, stepping out. Riya was gone, her phone too. A text from her read, “Didn’t want to disturb you. Thanks for the help. Feeling better.”

Leena was sprawled on the sofa, napping, her shirt riding up to show her navel. I downed a glass of cold water, but it didn’t touch the deeper thirst raging inside me. I’d decided to lose my virginity—no, to unlock my pussy, to fling open the gates of my wonderland.

Sam’s got the key, I thought. And I know how to make him use it.

That video of Riya and Guru lit a fire in me, and it was burning out of control.

I am coming for you, Sam!