Falling in Love with Nitasha - Sex Stories

Falling in Love with Nitasha

... walked to the changing area, her pert bottom swaying as the water dripped off her. My heart was beating faster than it should have. Or did I recognise my crush one rainy Sunday afternoon around the same time? A group of us were in our study drinking hot chocolate when Nitasha crashed in after she had been in the bathroom, robed in a red bath-towel up to her armpits; another turbanned on her head. As she passed my desk heading towards her bed, the towel around her unclasped and fell around her ankles, exposing her bare brown back and bottom, shimmering with dampness, inches from me. The other girls laughed as Nitisha squatted, naked, to pick up her towel. But I gulped, and had an instant thought: girls shouldn’t gulp when they see other girls naked. *** But what made me sleepless at night was the unspoken hint that this might not just be one way. Did Nitasha’s subtle flirtation and her compliments mean anything? The next few weeks only confused me more. One night, shortly after the shower incident, we were dressed for bed, before lights out. Nitasha was standing in the middle of the room, reading to leave for the girls’ dorm. She was prancing around in a pair of black and white gingham pyjamas, while I curled in a chair in in the corner. Suzanne was – unsurprisingly – still working at her desk in her dressing gown. “Bet I can make you laugh,” Nitasha said to me. She was always acting up like this. “You’re on.” Nitasha pulled a face, her hands drawing her ears out, while she ...

... rolled her eyes. It wouldn’t have won a comedy award, but it was daft enough to make me smirk. I challenged her back, pushing my tongue into my lower jaw, inflating my cheeks and squeezing my eyes shut. Within a few seconds I heard Natasha chuckle, shortly before a sigh of impatience from Suzanne’s desk. “You look moronic,” Nitasha said. “Not for the first time,” said Suzanne, abruptly. Nitasha and I quickly refined the rules of the game: each of us was to have 15 seconds to make the other laugh; otherwise the other person won. Our attempts to make each other laugh grew more foolish. Tongues sticking out, faces contorted, but there was a clear trend from stupid to playful. Nitasha buckled her hips, stuck her tongue out and pulled down the waistline of her pyjamas over her hip, as she rotated her body. I giggled. I threw another silly face in return, pinching my cheeks and pushing up my nose. My eyes moved towards Suzanne to indicate the inspiration behind my impersonation. I earned a hearty chuckle for that. Nitasha’s turn: she moved closer and, still standing, again pulled the front of her pyjamas down; this time more dramatically to briefly reveal her patch of soft dark pubic hair between her legs, before pulling her bottoms up again. The game was developing its own energy. I was excited, not amused. But I’d still wear a rictus smile as she performed, and giggle as the fifteen seconds ran out, anything to keep the game going. My turn again. I couldn’t think what to do, so I ...