Note: This is a continuation of my earlier work Ladder. Reading that might help in establishing context.
Neha began to work and paint a lot more, she claimed the experience with Ryan had opened up her third eye creatively. We fucked a lot less, but when we did, it was always more experimental. The last time we had had sex, Neha had blindfolded me, using only the tip of her tongue on the head of my cock, and talked dirty to me. She spoke about Ryan, and her fantasies of being watched and parading her naked body for strangers. She had my neck in a firm grip, and was teasing my cock with her thumb when I came, on her hands and on her stomach.
Neha's outfits were an extension of her wild, brazen sexuality now, plunging necklines and chokers that drew your attention to the flesh of her breasts, dark skirts and jeans that made you look at her thighs and imagine what was underneath, she had grown out her hair, and the fading colour gave it a brownish tinge. Ryan had avoided coming home, but I had managed to convince him to meet us and a few other friends at the bar. Ryan had been uncomfortable, but Neha was unfazed. She had teased and bent over and flipped her hair, till I noticed Ryan was hiding an erection. So was I. I knew she was in charge now, she was playing us, and all I wanted to do was surrender.
That night, she pulled me into the shower and made me watch her play with herself.
She had put her hair up in a bun, so it didn't get wet and messy, and she pushed me onto the toilet seat, whispering "No touching, stay right there," with a wink.
All I was allowed to do was watch as she soaped herself up slowly, and let her fingers wander down to her neat traingle of pubes. After, she had put on her pyjamas and gone to sleep, wordlessly.
My friends were less and less enthusiastic to see her. I think they had less against her now. So we mostly hung out with Neha's friends, and she was making new ones by the day. She had also gotten in touch with her friends from school, and they had suggested we take an overnight trip. Three of her friends were going to join us - Jason, Radhika and Tarun.
Radhika was from a conservative family. Her jet black waist length hair would generally be in a tight plait, and she'd barely put any make up on. She was conventionally pretty- checking all parameters generally sought in arranged marriage setups. She was slim, fair and her clothes ranged from kurtis to basic tees and jeans. As far as I remember, I had never seen her in a skirt, or anything with a plunging neckline. She wasn't too tall either, and I could picture her family forbidding her from playing out in the sun for too long, looking at her pale, delicate ankles and wrists. Neha had told me she used to have a boyfriend, nobody knew if she was sexually active then, or now. In any case, Rashi didn't seem as sexually expressive as Neha.
Jason and Tarun were both athletes, the archetypes of upper middle class Indian men. Jason was taller, but as far as Neha had told me, Tarun was stronger and better at every sport. They were muscular, with short cropped hair. Jason kept a beard, Tarun was clean shaven. Jason's arms were covered in tattoos, but you could feel the muscles rippling in his forearms. Tarun had a single tattoo on his large calves, and the veins around it moved when he walked.
We were travelling in Tarun's large SUV. Tarun, Jason and I were all wearing shorts, sneakers and tees, the journey was 2-3 hours long and we wanted to be comfortable. Neha was in a sundress, but she seemed to have worn underwear this time. her hair was in an intricate braid and she had worn brightly coloured sneakers to match her dress. Radhika, had her long hair in her usual plait, and surprusingly enough, a touch of lipstick, which contrasted with her silver nose pin. She was wearing a polo that she had tucked into her jeans. Her flip flops had rubber fruits stuck on them. When we started, Neha was at the very back of the car. Tarun was driving, with Jason beside him, and Radhika and I were in the middle. I kept making small talk with Radhika. Everybody made sexual jokes just to see Radhika flinch and cringe at us.
Neha kept teasing me from behind, nibbling on my ears, running her hands down my shirt. After we grabbed coffee, Tarun asked me to drive. Tarun and Neha sat in the middle after, Jason at the back, and Radhika and I sat up front. Not long after we had started, I noticed Tarun trying to cosy up to Neha. From the rearview mirror, I noticed, he was putting his arms around her more, feeling up her shoulders, trying to smell her hair. The conversation would always take a sexual turn, and Tarun would find a way to touch Neha. I noticed Jason joined in too, touching her neck from behind, tugging at her hair teasingly. I could feel my dick getting harder. I knew where this was going, and I could feel the flood of lust that came the last time.
At one point, I could see Tarun's hands on Neha's stomach, slowly feeling up her boobs. Jason kept tugging at the shoulder straps of her dress, till they hung dangerously low. Neha played oblivious, but I could sense her playing the boys. When the car hit a rough patch, Tarun and Jason hooked their fingers in her straps, and as the car wobbled and moved, they tugged at it, to make it look like what happpened was because of bad roads. It worked, Neha's large fleshy breasts were out of their dress, on display. all she had on was a bikini top underneath, and Jason wasted no time undoing the lace of her bikini top. It fell away, and I noticed her nipples were erect.
Radhika noticed what was happening and protested, "What the fuck are you guys doing!?", she yelled at them.
