Sundara - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Sundara - Part 1

... towards us with a big smile. He looked to be our age or a few years older and he was also about my height – nice and tall – narrow across the shoulders and chest, but with slim hips he still had a very manly shape. His thick, wavy black hair was trimmed to a neat length and his long face was made handsome by prominent cheek bones and a strong jaw. His skin was a lovely coffee and cream brown like mine, so his family was probably from the North, or he might be carrying some British colonial blood and – still my beating heart – he was clean shaven. Why so many Indian men want to go around with a mustache looking like a criminal – or worse, a pervert – is beyond me. “Hello. Namaste,” he said, “Welcome to Sundara. My name is Rajit.” He pointed to his name tag. “How can I be of assistance?” Oh God. How did I get myself into this? ~~~ It’s possible Belinda had been planning this for some time – she loves the long game – but the first I knew of this fantasy adventure was the night before when we were in bed together playing Hot Five. We are both in Year 12 at an exclusive private school in Sydney – what Americans would call Senior Year at High School. We live in the senior girls’ boarding house; I am new this year and Belinda has been a boarder for years, so we were a natural pairing for roommates as far as the Boarding House Mistress was concerned. Clearly she overlooked the whole tall vs. tiny, brown vs. pale, brunette vs. blonde, sporty vs. bookish situation, but perhaps she ...

... knew something we didn’t because within the first month of school we became lovers and best friends. We’ll never share clothes or shoes or make-up, but we share our emotions, our dreams, a love of sexy games – and on one incredible occasion, we shared Belinda’s mystery boyfriend, although I was blindfolded and still do not know his identity. At least I didn’t at the time; but the day of the shoe shopping fantasy was the day I found out. Hot Five is another of Belinda’s inventions. One person thinks of a topic … OK, Belinda thinks of a topic and then together we agree on the five hottest examples of that topic. Without fail it gets us so aroused that we have to quit the game to make love, which is true of all Belinda’s games and one of the things that makes her so special. We were spooning in the dark in my bed, Belinda’s tiny form folded into mine like a Russian doll; my left arm under her neck and my right hand cupping her breast through the sheer satin of her nightie. This is how we usually sleep until she gets too hot – literally, not figuratively – and sneaks back to her own cold bed. “Hot Five things you do with your clothes on,” she began. “Oooh, good one,” I said. “I know Number One already.” “You just go ahead and think that, sweetie. But remember who’s the Queen of Hot.” “Of course Your Majesty,” I said deferentially, giving her breast a little squeeze. “But it was your royal personage who was the number one hottest thing with your clothes on at the beginning of the ...