Me and my friend 3

The next morning Rajesh woke up with a heavy head and a groan. He sat up slowly, rubbing his temples, clearly hungover. Subhu was already awake, pretending to scroll on her phone beside him. She watched him carefully, heart in her throat.

“Fuck… I drank too much,” he muttered, voice raspy. He didn’t seem to remember anything from the night before — the blowjob, her mouth on him, nothing. He just looked embarrassed. “Sorry if I said stupid shit last night.”

Subhu forced a small smile. “It’s okay. You were just… emotional.”

He checked his phone first thing. Two missed calls from Rupsa. His face hardened. Without hesitation, he opened their chat and typed a short message: “We’re done. Don’t call me again.” He blocked her number right after and tossed the phone aside.

“Done with that,” he said simply, more to himself than her.

Subhu felt a quiet rush of satisfaction, but it was mixed with nervousness about what she had done while he was drunk. She didn’t say anything.

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The next few days returned to their familiar rhythm, but with a new undercurrent. They cooked, studied, cleaned, and slept tangled together like always. Subhu felt a strange, secret satisfaction whenever she looked at him — remembering the weight of his cock in her mouth, the taste of him, how he had throbbed and cum for her. It made her wet at random moments during the day.

But that satisfaction wasn’t enough. It only made her crave more. She started masturbating more often — sometimes twice a day. In the bathroom after he left for a run, late at night when he was asleep, even once quickly in their shared bed while he was in the shower. She used her fingers, the cucumber again (carefully cleaned), and her imagination of him. Each time she came thinking of his thick cock stretching her, filling her, using her small body.

One evening while they were cooking dinner together — she chopping vegetables, him stirring the curry — the tension bubbled up again. The kitchen was warm, and they were standing close as usual.

Subhu glanced at him, biting her lip, then asked casually, “Raj… have you ever masturbated before?”

He nearly dropped the spoon. His bulky frame froze, eyes wide with shock. “What the hell, Subhu? Why are you asking that?”

She shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant even as her cheeks warmed. “Just curious. We talk about everything else, right? I’ve… tried it. A few times.”

He stared at her for a long moment, clearly flustered. The big, confident Rajesh looked almost boyish in his awkwardness. “I mean… yeah, of course I have. Most guys do. But why are we suddenly talking about this?”

She turned back to the cutting board, hiding a small smile. “No reason. Just thinking about stuff lately.”

He didn’t push further, but the air between them felt charged again. He kept stealing glances at her while they finished cooking and ate. That night when they went to bed, he pulled her closer than usual, his large hand resting on her waist under the t-shirt. Subhu’s heart raced, wondering if he suspected anything… or if something in him was also shifting.

The secret between them — her late-night exploration, her growing desire, and the slow crack in their “just friends” wall — was getting harder to ignore with every passing day.

A couple of days later, Subhu came back from the market earlier than expected. The apartment door was unlocked — Rajesh must have been home. She stepped inside quietly, planning to surprise him, but froze when she heard low, heavy breathing coming from the bedroom.

The door was slightly ajar. Curiosity and that now-constant ache between her legs pulled her closer. She peeked through the gap.

Rajesh was lying on the bed, completely naked, his muscular body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His thick 10-inch cock was rock hard in his large hand. He was stroking it slowly at first, then with more purpose — long, firm strokes from base to swollen head. His eyes were closed, head tilted back against the pillow.

Subhu’s breath caught. She watched, mesmerized, as his big fist pumped his veined shaft. Precum leaked steadily from the tip, making the strokes wet and slick. His heavy balls tightened as he sped up.

“Fuck… Alia…” he groaned softly under his breath.

Subhu’s eyes widened. He was thinking about Alia Bhatt — imagining the actress while jerking off. A strange mix of jealousy and arousal hit her hard. Instead of feeling hurt, it turned her on even more. She slipped one hand into her shorts right there in the doorway, fingers finding her soaked pussy. She rubbed her clit in slow circles, matching the rhythm of his hand.

Rajesh’s strokes grew faster, more urgent. His muscular chest heaved. “So fucking hot…” he muttered, clearly lost in a fantasy of the celebrity. His hand twisted around the thick head on every upstroke, thumb smearing the leaking precum.

Subhu bit her lip to stay quiet. She pushed two fingers inside herself, fucking herself while watching him. Her small body trembled. Seeing her best friend — the guy she had secretly sucked off while he was drunk — pleasuring himself so openly was incredibly erotic. Her juices ran down her thighs.

Rajesh’s breathing turned into low grunts. His hips started thrusting up into his fist. “Ahh… yes…” His cock throbbed visibly, veins standing out prominently.

Subhu rubbed her clit faster, eyes glued to his massive erection. She was close — so close.

With a deep, guttural groan, Rajesh came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across his abs and chest in powerful spurts. He kept stroking through it, milking every drop, his body jerking with each pulse.

The sight pushed Subhu over the edge. She came silently but intensely, thighs shaking, fingers buried deep inside her clenching pussy. She had to press her forehead against the doorframe to stay upright.

Rajesh lay there panting for a minute, then reached for tissues to clean up, still unaware.

Subhu gp out of house and made some noise like she came back.

A few days after the peeping incident, the weather turned unusually hot and humid. Subhu had come back from college drenched in sweat and went straight for a shower. She stood under the cool water, eyes closed, letting it wash over her petite naked body. The bathroom door, as usual in their casual routine, wasn’t properly locked — just pulled shut.

Rajesh came home a few minutes later, also sticky and tired from the heat. He pushed open the bathroom door without thinking, intending to grab his towel.

Subhu turned sharply, water cascading down her small breasts and flat stomach. “Raj!”

He froze in the doorway, eyes widening as he took in the sight of her completely naked, wet, and glistening. “Fuck — lock the fucking door, will ya?” he grumbled, but his gaze lingered a second too long before he started to back out.

He was about to close the door when Subhu’s voice stopped him. “Wait… it’s fine. We can shower together. Saves water, right? And it’s too hot anyway.”

Rajesh hesitated, clearly conflicted. “You sure?”

She nodded, a shy but playful smile on her face. “We’ve seen each other naked before now. Come in, giant.”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The small bathroom felt even smaller with his bulky, muscular frame taking up most of the space. He stripped off his clothes, revealing his powerful body — broad shoulders, defined abs, thick thighs. His cock hung heavy between his legs. He had jerked off earlier in the day thinking about Alia, so it was still a bit sensitive, but being this close to a very naked and wet Subhu made it twitch and start filling out almost immediately.

Subhu turned her back to him under the spray. “Can you rub soap on my back? I can’t reach properly.”

Rajesh poured some body wash on his large hands and started rubbing her shoulders and upper back. His touch was firm but careful, thumbs pressing into her tight muscles. As he worked lower, his big palms glided over her slim waist. The soap made everything slippery and smooth.

Subhu let out a soft sigh of pleasure. “Lower… yeah, like that.”

His hands moved down to the small of her back, then hesitantly over the upper curves of her ass. She didn’t stop him. His cock had grown fully hard now — standing straight up like a thick pole, the head brushing against her lower back accidentally as he leaned in.

Subhu glanced down and back over her shoulder. Her eyes widened at the sight. “Wow… you really have an Eiffel Tower there,” she teased, voice a mix of amusement and arousal. “Did I do that?”

Rajesh’s ears turned red, but he chuckled. “What do you expect when you’re standing here all wet and naked, shorty? It has a mind of its own.”

She turned around fully to face him, water running between them. Her small breasts pressed lightly against his abs as she looked up at him. His massive erection was trapped between their bodies, the thick shaft resting hot and heavy against her soft belly.

“Looks painful,” she said innocently, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Want me to help wash it too?”

He swallowed hard, voice rough. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Subhu.”

She reached down and wrapped one small hand around as much of his thick cock as she could. “Maybe I like dangerous games now.” She gave it a slow stroke, spreading soap along the veined length.

Rajesh groaned, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer. They teased each other under the running water — her stroking him lazily while he soaped her breasts, thumbs circling her hard nipples. She stood on her toes to kiss his chest. He leaned down, their foreheads touching.

The shower ran long after they were both clean, filled with soft moans, teasing words, and building hunger. Neither crossed fully into sex yet, but the line had never felt closer to breaking.

They stayed under the water longer than necessary, enjoying the closeness, the teasing touches, and the new thrill between them. Rajesh’s big hands roamed her small, soapy body while she stroked his thick cock lazily. No one pushed for more. When the water finally ran cold they dried each other off with the same towel, stealing shy but heated glances.

As Subhu wrapped the towel around herself, she looked up at him. “Raj… will you help me masturbate sometime? Like… properly?”

He paused, towel around his waist, clearly hesitant. His face showed conflict — the lifelong best friend side warring with the growing desire. “Subhu… are you sure? I don’t want to mess things up between us.”

“I’m sure,” she said softly. “I trust you more than anyone.”

He exhaled slowly and nodded. “Okay… yeah. If you really want.”

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That night after dinner they lay in bed as usual. The AC hummed and the fan spun lazily above them. Subhu was in one of his oversized t-shirts with nothing underneath. Rajesh wore only shorts. They had been quiet since the shower, the air thick with anticipation.

After some time, Subhu turned toward him, her small hand resting on his chest.

“Raj… I’m feeling a little horny,” she whispered, voice shy but honest. “Will you help me? Or should I just satisfy myself?”

He swallowed, turning to face her fully. His large hand came to rest on her waist. “I’ll help you.”

She smiled nervously and lay on her back. She pulled the t-shirt up to her neck, exposing her small firm breasts and smooth pussy. Rajesh shifted lower, eyes dark with want. He gently removed her shorts completely, leaving her naked from the waist down.

He started slow and gentle — kissing her neck, then moving down to her breasts. When he took one hard nipple into his mouth and sucked, Subhu gasped, arching her back.

“Yes… like that,” she moaned softly, one hand threading through his hair.

Rajesh sucked and licked her breasts with surprising tenderness for his size, alternating between them, gently biting and soothing with his tongue. His big hand slid down her body, fingers tracing her wet slit before circling her clit. He rubbed her slowly at first, then with more pressure as her moans grew.

Subhu was breathing heavily, hips rolling against his hand. “Raj… inside… please.”

He slipped one thick finger into her tight pussy, then another, curling them while his thumb continued on her clit. All the while he kept sucking and worshipping her breasts — pulling her nipples with his lips, making her whimper with pleasure.

The combination was overwhelming. Her small body trembled under his much larger one. She came hard a few minutes later, clenching around his fingers, moaning his name as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Rajesh kept going gently until she came down, kissing her breasts softly.

When she finally relaxed, he pulled his hand away and hugged her close, his own erection pressing against her thigh but ignored for now.

“You okay?” he asked, voice rough but caring.

She nodded against his chest, glowing with satisfaction. “More than okay.”

They fell asleep tangled together, the emotional and physical intimacy between them deeper than ever.

Subhu woke first the next morning, as usual. The room was still dim with early light filtering through the curtains. She was completely naked — the oversized t-shirt had ridden up and come off sometime during the night. Rajesh’s big, warm body was spooned tightly behind her. One of his heavy arms was draped over her waist, and his thick morning erection was nestled firmly between her soft ass cheeks — hot, hard, and throbbing gently against her skin with every heartbeat.

She bit her lip hard, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through her. The feeling of his massive cock trapped between her ass was intoxicating. She stayed still for a moment, savoring the heat and weight of it, then slowly started moving — subtle rocks of her hips, sliding her ass along his length.

Rajesh was still deeply asleep, snoring softly.

Subhu couldn’t resist anymore. She carefully turned around and slipped down the bed, positioning herself between his legs. She was fully naked, small breasts hanging as she leaned over him. His thick 10-inch cock stood proudly erect, veins prominent, the head already leaking a little precum.

She wrapped both small hands around the base and took him into her mouth without hesitation. The taste was familiar now — warm, musky, masculine. She sucked him eagerly, head bobbing with wet, sloppy sounds. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit while the other gently massaged his heavy balls.

Rajesh stirred in his sleep, groaning low. His hips twitched upward, pushing more of his thick cock into her mouth. Subhu moaned around him, the vibration making him throb harder. She took him deeper, gagging softly as the head hit the back of her throat, but she kept going — faster, wetter, more desperate.

His breathing grew heavier. His hand unconsciously moved to her head, fingers threading through her hair. Subhu sucked harder, eyes watering but filled with lust. She wanted him to cum. She wanted to feel him lose control for her.

Just before he reached the edge, Rajesh’s eyes fluttered open. He looked down in hazy confusion and sudden shock as he saw Subhu — completely naked, lips stretched wide around his cock, sucking him with pure hunger.

“Subhu— fuck—!” he groaned, voice rough with sleep and sudden pleasure.

It was too late to hold back. His body tensed. With a deep, guttural moan he came hard down her throat. Thick, hot spurts filled her mouth as he pulsed between her lips. Subhu swallowed as much as she could, some cum leaking from the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her small breasts.

When he finally finished, she pulled off slowly, licking him clean with soft, gentle strokes of her tongue. She looked up at him with flushed cheeks and shiny lips.

Rajesh was breathing hard, staring at her in a mix of shock, lingering pleasure, and deep affection. He pulled her up gently into his arms, hugging her naked body against his broad chest.

“Morning…” he murmured, voice hoarse.

She smiled shyly against his skin. “Morning.”

They stayed like that for a long time — naked, tangled, hearts racing — the line between best friends and lovers now almost completely gone.

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In the days that followed, Subhu grew bolder with her requests. She would casually ask for “boob massages” almost every evening — sometimes while they were watching something on the laptop, sometimes right before sleep.

“Raj… my breasts feel heavy today. Can you massage them properly?” she would say with a sweet, almost innocent look.

Rajesh would hesitate at first, but he always gave in. He loved the way her small, firm B-cups fit perfectly in his large hands. He would sit behind her on the bed, pull her t-shirt up or off completely, and knead her breasts with slow, deep strokes — thumbs circling her nipples until they were rock hard. Sometimes he used oil, making everything slippery. Subhu would moan softly, leaning back against his chest, her ass pressing against his growing erection. He would pinch and roll her nipples gently, occasionally leaning down to suck on them while his hands continued working.

She started asking for it multiple times a day — after shower, while studying, even once while they were cooking (he stood behind her at the counter, hands under her top). Each time she got wetter, more vocal, and more addicted to his touch.

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One particularly lazy Sunday evening, after a long boob massage session that left her dripping, Subhu turned to him with flushed cheeks.

“I want to try something new,” she whispered. “69?”

Rajesh’s eyes darkened with lust. He nodded.

They stripped completely. Subhu lay on her back and Rajesh positioned himself over her in the classic 69 pose — his massive body hovering above her small frame, his thick cock hanging heavy right above her face while his head was between her spread thighs.

She reached up and pulled his cock down into her mouth, sucking him eagerly. At the same time, Rajesh buried his face in her pussy — licking her clit with long, slow strokes before pushing his tongue inside her. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds: her slurping on his thick shaft, his groaning into her soaked pussy, her muffled moans vibrating around his cock.

Subhu struggled at first with his size in this position — the angle made it harder to take him deep, but she tried her best, gagging and drooling while jerking the thick base with both hands. Rajesh was more skilled — sucking her clit, fingering her tight hole, and licking every drop of her arousal. His heavy balls rested on her forehead as he thrust gently into her mouth.

They stayed like that for a long time, lost in mutual pleasure — giving and taking, learning each other’s bodies. Subhu came first, thighs clamping around his head as she cried out around his cock. The vibration pushed Rajesh over the edge soon after. He groaned loudly and filled her mouth with cum while still licking her through her orgasm.

They collapsed beside each other afterward, sweaty, satisfied, and closer than ever.

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One Friday night they decided to have a proper movie night. They ordered pizza, dimmed the lights, and settled on the bed with the laptop. After scrolling for a while, Subhu picked a steamy Bollywood film with intense romantic and erotic scenes — the kind with heavy breathing, passionate kisses, and suggestive bedroom sequences.

They started watching comfortably, Subhu leaning against Rajesh’s broad chest, his arm around her. As the movie progressed into a particularly hot sex scene — the hero pinning the heroine against the wall, hands roaming, clothes coming off — the atmosphere in the room shifted.

Subhu’s hand slowly moved down Rajesh’s thigh. She traced her fingers lightly over the growing bulge in his shorts. Rajesh tensed but didn’t stop her at first.

During the most explicit part of the scene, she boldly slipped her small hand inside his shorts and wrapped it around his thickening cock, stroking him slowly.

“Subhu…” Rajesh’s voice was strained. He gently caught her wrist. “This should be done by lovers, not friends. Let’s stop. I’m trying really hard to control myself here.”

She didn’t pull her hand away. Instead, she looked up at him with big, innocent-yet-mischievous eyes, still slowly stroking his now fully hard shaft.

“What do you want to do that you’re controlling so much?” she teased softly, giving his thick cock a firm squeeze.

Rajesh groaned, hips twitching into her hand. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing heavily. “Sex…” he muttered, almost like a confession. “I want to fuck you, Subhu. Properly.”

The words hung heavy in the air. The movie continued playing in the background, but neither of them was watching anymore.

They talked quietly for a few minutes — hesitant, honest, a little scared.

“Are you really sure?” he asked, cupping her face with one big hand. “Once we cross this… there’s no going back to just friends.”

She nodded, kissing his palm. “I don’t want to go back.”

Rajesh looked at her for a long moment, eyes dark with lust and deep affection. Then he said in a low, serious voice:

“Don’t complain later.”

He pulled her into a deep kiss — their first real, hungry kiss — and rolled her underneath his massive body. The movie played on, forgotten, as their hands started exploring each other.