Falling in Love with Nitasha - Sex Stories

Falling in Love with Nitasha

... least sleeping in the same room. During homework time I would pine for the bell when Suzanne would leave and Nitasha and I could be alone. Nothing much happened, but I wallowed in the intimacy; the chance to tell her something I would tell nobody else, or even the opportunity to be naked in front of her, or to see her naked or half-dressed, leaning over the small basin in the corner of the room, wearing a simple pair of hipsters that accentuated the shallow curve of her hips. Sometimes, late at night, I’d hear Nitasha masturbate. She wouldn’t moan, but the gentle rhythm as the side of her bed tapped the wall was unmistakable. For my part, I think I also masturbated more often than I’d done before or since. I’d try to think of Matt as I rubbed, but every time his face would quickly be replaced by hers, his hand by her fingers, and the thought of me stroking Matt would fade. In its place a picture of me caressing Nitasha’s back and kissing her lips. Lying in a just a t-shirt I’d push the duvet to the side of my bed and rub myself, pulling my tshirt up my tummy. In the darkness I knew Nitasha couldn’t see, but I was masturbating only a few feet from her, thinking about her. If she was just to reach out and turn her bedside light on, she’d see my long legs open, my pussy exposed, my fingers wet. That thought was as exciting as the fantasies in my head. But that’s all it was: a fantasy. *** The last night of the school year was one of those warm summer evenings England has so few ...

... of. While it was past lights out, it was still uncomfortably humid in our bedroom and wasn’t yet quite dark, with the pale dusk filtering through the thin curtains. I’d worn only a t-shirt to bed, but still felt too warm. But that wasn’t what really bothered me. I wasn’t thinking about my flight home the next day – how things had changed – rather a whole summer without Nitasha. “Lisa?” Nitasha’s voice drifted across the room. “Yes?” “I spoke to my Mum today.” She paused before delivering her bombshell. “They say I might not be coming back next year.” Her words didn’t hit me straight away. I was trying to make sense of it. It felt like I was standing outside the school gates again, with two suitcases and something being ripped away from me. “Oh,” was all I said. But my eyes opened and staring up at the ceiling, I felt a draft of cooler air hit my legs as my duvet was lifted. Nitasha had climbed into my bed behind me, spooning into me with her right arm around my body. I felt her bare, hot legs against mine. “I’m going to miss you if I go,” she said. “Me too,” I said, feeling suddenly tearful. You have no idea, I thought. “I hope you don’t.” Her light grasp cupped me around my waist more firmly and I felt her warm breath on my neck. “I’m really going to miss you,” she said again. A soft brush of her lips on the little hairs in the nape of my neck. The feel of wetness there. She kissed, and then kissed again. Again. It was electric. Her lips touched my neck again, and then in a ...