Me and my friend 2

They spent most of Sunday afternoon working out together in the small space they had cleared near the window. Rajesh did his usual weights and push-ups while Subhu followed with lighter exercises—squats, planks, and some yoga stretches she had seen online. The fan was on full blast but the room still felt humid. By the end both were drenched in sweat.

Subhu’s thin t-shirt clung to her petite frame like a second skin. Her B-cup breasts were clearly outlined, dark nipples stiff and poking prominently against the damp fabric from the exertion and the cool air from the fan.

Rajesh, wiping his face with a towel, glanced over and paused. His eyes lingered for a second before he looked away, clearing his throat.

“Subhu… you need to wear a bra, man. Your things are visible.”

She glanced down at herself, then back at him, a mix of embarrassment and playful defiance on her face. She crossed her arms loosely but didn’t rush to cover up. “So what? You want to suck them or something?”

He let out a short laugh, but his ears turned red. “No, man. Yesterday night also you were literally naked upper body while sleeping. I had to pull your shirt down properly.”

She raised an eyebrow, still breathing a little hard from the workout. “Oh? You looked properly then?”

“I wasn’t looking like that,” he muttered, busying himself with putting the dumbbells away. “Just… you know. Don’t want you feeling weird later.”

The air between them thickened again. Subhu felt a warm flush creep down her neck and lower. She was getting wet—actually wet—between her legs from the casual way he mentioned seeing her bare chest. She pressed her thighs together subtly.

After a few minutes of awkward silence while they cooled down, she spoke up, voice softer. “Raj… my whole body is in bad shape after that workout. Give me a good massage?”

He hesitated, towel still around his neck. “Full body?”

“Yeah. Please? My back and shoulders are killing me.”

He nodded. “Okay. Lie down on the bed.”

Subhu didn’t bother going to change. She simply pulled off the sweaty t-shirt right there in front of him, leaving her completely topless—small, firm breasts bare, nipples still hard from the workout and the growing tension. She lay face down on the bed, arms folded under her head, her slim back and the side curves of her breasts visible.

Rajesh swallowed but said nothing about her being shirtless. He knelt beside her, his big hands warm from the workout. He started on her shoulders, thumbs pressing firmly into the knots. She sighed in relief as he worked down her back in slow, strong strokes.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she murmured into the pillow.

His fingers moved lower, kneading along her spine. When he reached the sides, his fingertips brushed the soft outer curves of her sideboobs. He paused for a fraction of a second but continued, careful yet thorough.

“You’re really soft,” he commented quietly, almost to himself, as his hands glided over her lower back and the dip of her waist. “Everywhere.”

She hummed, a small shiver running through her. “Keep going… near the armpits also. It’s tight there.”

He shifted slightly, leaning over her smaller frame. His large hands slid up again, massaging the area just below her armpits. The sides of his palms pressed against the swell of her breasts from the side. The touch was firm but not overtly groping—yet the intimacy of it made her breath catch. She could feel herself getting wetter, the front of her shorts damp.

Rajesh’s breathing had grown heavier too. His thumbs worked in circles, occasionally grazing more of her soft breast flesh as he tried to reach the tense spots she asked for. Neither of them spoke for a while. The only sounds were her soft sighs and the faint creak of the bed under his weight.

After several long minutes he finally pulled back, hands lingering on her lower back. “Better?”

Subhu turned her head to look at him, cheeks flushed, eyes a little hazy. “Yeah… much better. Thanks, Raj.”

He sat back on his heels, clearly affected, his shorts showing a noticeable bulge. For a moment they just looked at each other—childhood friends, roommates, something more hovering unspoken between them.

She didn’t cover her breasts immediately. He didn’t ask her to.

They went shopping that evening for groceries and some clothes. The market was crowded and humid. Subhu was in a simple top and jeans, hair tied back, while Rajesh carried the bags like always. At the vegetable stall she was picking cucumbers for salad when her eyes landed on one particularly thick, long one—easily as thick as her wrist at the base, veined and firm.

Her mind flashed instantly to the bathroom scene, to Rajesh standing naked under the shower, his 10-inch cock thick, heavily veined, and rock hard. She shook her head quickly, cheeks warming, but picked it up anyway along with two more normal ones and half a kilo extra. Rajesh raised an eyebrow but said nothing as she added them to the basket.

Later that night, after they returned and cooked a quick dinner, Rajesh got ready to go out.

“I’m meeting Rupsa at the restaurant near college,” he said casually, checking his phone. “Don’t wait up if I’m late.”

Subhu’s stomach twisted. She knew Rupsa—everyone did. The girl had gone through more than twenty boyfriends in the last couple of years, jumping from one to another, earning a reputation as someone who used people and moved on fast. Subhu had seen her type before.

“Raj… you sure about her?” she asked, trying to sound light. “She’s kind of… known for changing guys like clothes.”

He brushed it off with a laugh, pulling on a fresh shirt that stretched across his broad chest. “Relax, shorty. It’s just dinner. You’re acting jealous or something?”

“I’m not jealous,” she snapped a little too quickly. “Just… be careful.”

He ruffled her hair on the way out. “I’ll be fine. Lock the door.”

The moment he left, the apartment felt too quiet. Subhu paced for a while, annoyed and restless. She tried studying but couldn’t focus. Finally she went to the kitchen, took out the thickest cucumber from the fridge, washed it thoroughly, and carried it to the bathroom.

She locked the door, heart already beating faster. The AC was on but her skin felt hot. She stripped completely, standing naked in front of the mirror for a moment—her slim petite body, small firm breasts with dark nipples, smooth shaved pussy already glistening a little from the mix of irritation and forbidden arousal.

She sat on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread wide. First she rubbed the thick cucumber along her outer lips, letting the cool, firm surface tease her clit. She was already wet. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Rajesh—his thick cockhead pressing against her.

“Fuck…” she whispered.

She tried to push the tip in. It was thicker than anything she had ever tried. Her tight virgin entrance resisted. She was breathing heavily, one hand spreading her pussy lips while the other slowly worked the cucumber. She pushed harder. The thick head stretched her opening painfully wide. She gasped, a mix of discomfort and pleasure shooting through her.

“It looked so easy in the dream…” she muttered to herself, remembering how effortlessly Rajesh had filled her in that fantasy. But this cucumber was already a challenge—and she knew Rajesh was even thicker.

She kept going, rotating it gently, adding more pressure. Inch by inch it sank in, stretching her walls obscenely. The veins on the cucumber dragged against her sensitive insides. She was so wet that obscene squelching sounds filled the small bathroom. Halfway in she had to pause, panting, thighs trembling. Her free hand moved to her breasts, pinching and rolling her hard nipples as she adjusted to the girth.

“Raj… your cock is bigger than this,” she whispered aloud, eyes closed, imagining him instead. She pushed deeper. The fullness was overwhelming. Finally, after several minutes of slow, careful thrusting and twisting, she managed to get most of it inside—nearly the full length buried in her tight pussy, the thick base stretching her entrance to its limit.

She started moving it in and out—slowly at first, then faster. The sensation of being so completely filled made her moan openly. Her hips rocked against her hand. Juice ran down her thighs and onto the bathtub edge. She fucked herself harder with the cucumber, thinking about Rajesh’s muscular body over hers, his big hands squeezing her breasts, his thick real cock pounding her instead of this vegetable.

Her orgasm built fast and intense. She rubbed her clit furiously with her other hand while slamming the cucumber deep. Her small body tensed, back arching, toes curling.

“Ahh—fuck—Rajesh!” she cried out as she came hard.

Her pussy clenched violently around the thick cucumber, waves of pleasure crashing through her. She kept it buried fully inside as she rode out the orgasm, thighs shaking, more wetness squirting around the vegetable. It felt like it went on forever—intense, almost too much.

When it finally subsided she slumped back, breathing ragged, the cucumber still deep inside her stretched pussy. She stayed like that for a long minute, eyes closed, a mix of satisfaction and fresh guilt washing over her.

Eventually she slowly pulled the glistening cucumber out with a wet pop, cleaned everything up, washed her face, and went back to bed—naked under one of Rajesh’s t-shirts—feeling both relieved and more confused than ever.

Rajesh still wasn’t home. She curled up on her side of the bed, the apartment quiet except for the fan, wondering what this was doing to their friendship… and how much longer she could pretend nothing was changing.

That same evening, Rajesh waited at the restaurant for nearly forty minutes. Rupsa finally arrived in a short dress, smiling brightly as if nothing was wrong. They ordered food and ate while she talked nonstop about her college gossip and parties. Midway through, she leaned in with a sly smile.

“So… are you a virgin, Rajesh?”

He froze, fork halfway to his mouth, face turning awkward. “Uh… that’s kind of personal. Let’s just enjoy the food, yeah?”

She laughed and dropped the topic, but kept touching his arm. After they finished, she hugged his thick arm tightly, pressing her large breasts against it while insisting on a selfie. “We look so good together!”

When the bill came, she suddenly patted her bag. “Oh no, I left my purse at home. Can you pay? I’ll transfer later.” Rajesh knew it was baseless—everyone used UPI these days—but he paid without argument, feeling a slight unease.

On the way back he spotted a lychee seller. Subhu loved them. He smiled to himself and bought a good packet, thinking it might cheer her up.

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When he unlocked the door, Subhu was lying on the bed with a book open on her chest, pretending to read. She looked up and gave him a small smile.

“Close your eyes,” he said, hiding the packet behind his back.

She did, heart suddenly racing with a ridiculous thought—*Is he going to…*—as she heard him approach. She opened her mouth slightly, pulse thundering.

Something soft and sweet touched her lips. She bit down instinctively. The juicy lychee burst in her mouth.

She opened her eyes. Rajesh was peeling another one, grinning. “Your favorite.”

Tears welled up in her eyes without warning. She sat up and hugged him tightly, face buried in his broad chest.

“Whoa, what happened?” He wrapped his big arms around her small frame, confused but gentle. “You okay, shorty? Bad day?”

She shook her head against him, not trusting her voice. The contrast between his thoughtfulness and Rupsa’s behavior hit her hard. “Just… thank you. You’re the best.”

They stayed like that for a long time—wholesome, warm, safe. Eventually they curled up together on the bed and slept hugging, her small body fitting perfectly against his bulk.

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The next day in college, Subhu was in the library looking for a reference book when she heard soft moans from the back corner. She quietly pulled down a book from the shelf and peeked.

Rupsa was there with a boy—Arjun, son of a local MLA—pinned against the wall. They were kissing heavily, his hands inside her top. Subhu’s blood boiled with anger and a strange relief. She quickly lowered the volume on her phone, pulled the book a little more to hide, and clicked several clear pictures and a short video.

Later that evening, when Rajesh mentioned casually, “Rupsa told me to come at 7, not before,” Subhu almost showed him the pictures right then. But she held back. “I’ll come with you,” she said instead.

He nodded, distracted.

They reached the spot a little early. Rupsa was standing outside her house. Rajesh started to wave and greet her when Subhu suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him behind a nearby wall. The streetlight there was off, leaving them in convenient shadow.

A car pulled up. Arjun got out. Rupsa ran to him, jumped into his arms, and they started kissing passionately right there. Rajesh’s face went pale with shock.

Subhu quickly showed him the library pictures and video on her phone.

He was furious. “That bitch—” He started to move forward to confront them, but Subhu held him back tightly.

“Raj, no. Not like this. Calm down.”

He was breathing heavily, fists clenched, but let her pull him away. They walked in silence for a while. Then, without a word, he headed straight toward a small bar nearby.

Inside, he ordered five bottles of strong wine. Subhu tried to stop him, but he was already pouring the first glass. It was his first time drinking anything serious. By the time he finished half a bottle he was already slurring and teary-eyed.

“Come on, let’s go home,” Subhu said gently, pulling the bottle away. He nodded with hiccups, eyes glassy.

Back at the apartment she helped him sit on the bed. He drank a little more from another bottle, crying quietly about how stupid he felt. Then the alcohol fully hit. He started mumbling nonsense, forgetting things. Suddenly he looked at her and smiled drunkenly.

“Rupsa… come here baby…”

Subhu’s face hardened. She slapped him across the cheek—not too hard, but enough to sting.

“I’m not Rupsa, you idiot.”

He blinked, confused, then passed out. She sighed and lay down beside him. He instinctively rolled over and hugged her tightly, his big body enveloping hers. Even drunk, his half-erect cock pressed against her thigh through his shorts.

Subhu’s breathing grew heavy. She lay there for a while, heart racing again. Then she gently shook him. No response—he was out cold.

Something twisted inside her. Her hand slowly moved down and slipped into his shorts, fingers wrapping around his thick, warm, semi-hard cock. She held it there, feeling it twitch slightly in her small palm, her own body heating up once more.
Subhu lay there in the dim light of the room, her small hand still wrapped around Rajesh’s thick, semi-hard cock inside his shorts. The alcohol had knocked him out completely — his breathing was deep and steady, occasional soft snores escaping him. She knew she should stop. She knew this was crossing a dangerous line. But the warmth of his heavy shaft in her palm, the way it twitched faintly against her fingers, and the memory of how it had looked in the shower made something inside her snap.

Slowly, carefully, she pulled his shorts down just enough to free him completely. His cock flopped out heavily against his muscular thigh — even half-soft it was impressive, thick and long, with prominent veins running along the shaft. She stared at it, heart hammering. It was bigger than the cucumber had been. Much bigger.

She shifted lower on the bed, positioning herself between his spread legs. Her petite face hovered close. First she just explored with her hands. She wrapped both small palms around the base — her fingers didn’t even meet. She lifted it gently, feeling its weight, tracing the thick veins with her fingertips. It was warm, the skin soft but the core so firm. She stroked it slowly from base to head, fascinated by how it responded even while he was unconscious — twitching, thickening slightly in her grip.

“God… Raj…” she whispered, almost reverently.

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the side of the shaft. Then another. Her tongue darted out, tasting the clean, slightly musky skin. She licked along the underside, following a thick vein all the way up to the head. The cock was growing noticeably harder in her hands now. She watched, wide-eyed and shocked, as it swelled, lengthened, and rose until it stood proud and fully erect — a full, throbbing 10 inches of thick, heavily veined meat, the head flushed dark and glistening with a bead of precum.

She was breathing heavily, almost in awe. “It’s… so big. How did I even fit that cucumber…” Her pussy clenched at the sight.

Unable to resist anymore, she opened her mouth wide and took the head inside. It was a stretch — her lips stretched tightly around the thick crown. She sucked gently, tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the salty precum. She bobbed her head slowly, taking a little more each time, her small hands stroking the thick base that she couldn’t fit in her mouth.

The sounds were wet and obscene — soft slurping, her heavy breathing through her nose, the faint creak of the bed as she adjusted position. She worked him with dedication, one hand pumping the shaft while her mouth focused on the head and upper half. Drool ran down her chin and onto his balls. She tried to take more, pushing herself until the head bumped the back of her throat. She gagged softly but didn’t pull away, eyes watering as she held it there for a few seconds before sliding back up for air.

Rajesh groaned in his sleep, hips twitching upward instinctively. His cock throbbed harder in her mouth. Subhu moaned around him, the vibration making him twitch again. She grew bolder — sucking harder, faster, using both hands to twist and stroke the thick shaft while her lips worked the sensitive head. She popped off for a moment to catch her breath, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, and admired it again — shiny, veined, rock-hard, pulsing in front of her face.

“So beautiful…” she whispered, almost delirious with lust. She slapped the heavy shaft against her tongue a few times, then dove back in with renewed hunger. Her head bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him with sloppy, wet enthusiasm. One hand moved down to cup and gently massage his heavy balls while the other pumped the base in rhythm with her mouth.

She lost track of time. Minutes blurred as she worshipped his cock — licking every inch, sucking the head, trying again and again to take more of him down her throat. Her jaw ached but she didn’t care. Her own pussy was soaked, dripping down her thighs as she knelt between his legs.

Finally, his body tensed. Even drunk and asleep, his hips bucked. Subhu felt the thick shaft swell even more in her mouth. She pulled back slightly so just the head was between her lips and pumped the shaft rapidly with both hands.

With a low, drunken groan, Rajesh came.

Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted into her mouth — pulse after pulse, far more than she expected. She tried to swallow but it was too much. Some spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin onto her small breasts. She kept sucking gently through his orgasm, milking every drop, eyes half-lidded in satisfaction.

When it finally stopped she pulled off slowly, breathing hard, lips swollen and shiny. She looked at his still half-hard, cum-smeared cock with a mixture of awe, lust, and fresh guilt. She cleaned him gently with her tongue, then wiped her own face and chest.

Rajesh was still snoring peacefully, completely unaware.

Subhu curled up beside him again, body trembling with adrenaline and unsatisfied need. She pulled the blanket over both of them and hugged his muscular arm tightly, her mind racing with what she had just done… and how much she already wanted more.

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AUTHOR NOTE: I wasn't planning to escalate this fast but seeing last story comment i thought I will show something about him. Comment down may be how they can start xxxx