Chapter 8: Dressing Up
It was a couple of weeks since Sunita, Madhu, and Max had gone clothes shopping and ended up in an epic, semi-public lesbian sex session. Although the other shoppers couldn't see what was happening, they certainly could hear, and the noises they heard left them in no doubt about what was happening in one of the changing rooms. Chloe, the shop's owner, had looked on, amused at what was happening.
Max and Sunita had practically raped the unsuspecting lesbian virgin Madhu. Not that she had complained in the end. She had made advances on Sunita when they got home: Advances which Sunita readily accepted and used to guide Madhu in the more tender side of girl-on-girl sex. Sex that Madhu took to with pleasure and enthusiasm.
It was Friday, the end of the week, and Max and Paul had crossed the hallway to Sunita's place for a relaxed evening watching movies on TV. All four were sitting around, the women close together on a sofa, Raj and Paul in armchairs.
Raj had just handed Paul another bottle of chilled Cobra beer and passed him Sunita's Bombay Mix, naturally something she made to her family's secret recipe; she would have died of shame if she had served a shop-bought version. In many ways, Sunita was still very traditional; the idea of keeping home to the best of her skill was something she prided herself on, as was offering hospitality to her guests, even something as simple as drinks and snacks.
The two women had their heads together, whispering and giggling.
"Hey you two, what the hell are you planning?" Paul shouted across as he playfully threw a coaster at Max. "You're like a pair of bloody teenagers discussing a first date, or how to pop your bloody cherries."
"What's up, does Sir want to see me in his study after school? Am I going to be punished for being naughty again?" Max lisped back at him, effortlessly slipping into the character of one of their favourite role plays, 'the naughty schoolgirl'.
The mental image of Max or Sunita dressed as schoolgirls made Raj's cock throb. Then it got worse when he thought of his younger sister Mona. She had only just come out of that look, having just turned eighteen. She was now in the US studying at UCLA. Raj thought she was even more sweet and innocent than Sunita was at her age. That only made his dangerous and incestuous lust for Mona greater.
The two women gave out a final loud laugh and stood up. Going into Sunita's bedroom, Sunita turned back to the boys and enigmatically said, "We'll be back in a minute."
Raj and Paul looked at each other, knowing something was going on. But had no idea what. Where Max, and now Sunita were involved, it could be anything.
There was plenty of giggling and laughter coming through the bedroom door until about ten minutes later, it opened, and the two women emerged one by one, and what a sight they were.
Sunita was wearing the red leather miniskirt she had recently bought, the zip that ran the length of the front pulled well up, teamed with a black satin blouse, sheer hold-ups, and knee-length white 1960s-style 'kinky boots'. To add to the look, she was wearing a platinum blonde wig. It was in a bob-cut style similar to Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction. She looked stunning. Raj and Paul wolf-whistled at her instinctively. Raj thought if Sunita dressed like this and wore a wig more often, then his lusting for blondes might be over, but only might.
Then Max made her entrance. She was wearing the blue Lehenga and Choli that she had bought while shopping with Sunita and Madhu. Strappy sandals on her feet, her superb toned abdomen on show. Her blonde hair had been transformed by a wig, into long dark brown tresses. Sunita had applied her makeup in traditional Indian style, emphasising the eyes with dark eyeshadow. The contrast with her ice-blue eyes was immense and mesmerising.
Raj's jaw dropped open. This couldn't be the sexy blonde Maxine; she looked almost Indian, as eyes cast downward, she demurely walked across the room and stood before him.
Paul leered at Sunita, who was the more overtly sexily dressed. "You look fantastic Sunnu. Good enough to eat."
Sunita smiled as she replied, "That's good, because that's exactly what I want you to do." At the same time, she swayed towards him, pulling the zip at the front of her skirt higher. Soon Paul could see she had no panties on.
Paul grabbed the unresisting Sunita to him and pushed his tongue into her pussy, at the same time as his hands moved up the back of her thighs to grasp the cheeks of her firm arse. That's when Max spoke, stopping things in their tracks.
"Not so fast, we're not putting out that easily. You boys are going to have to work to get to the prize."
"Max stop messing about, what do you mean, work for it?" Paul moaned exasperatedly.
"We're going to play a game, similar to strip poker. Well, you and Raj are going to play cards, and Sunnu and I are going to be the ones who have to strip." Paul and Raj could only look at Max open-mouthed, waiting for more explanation. "You and Raj are going to play cards, Sunnu and I will be your partner's Sunnu with you, me with Raj. Whichever of you loses, your partner will have to take off a piece of clothing, and the other girl gets to choose which piece."