Shower with a Friend's Girlfriend

There was no way I was going to make it back to Gachibowli tonight. I kind of knew going in that knocking back shots and shouting over loud music at the Jubilee Hills pub would lead to my being too drunk to drive the hour-long stretch home, and luckily my friends were cool with my staying over. Vikram and Archana lived right near the pub we were drinking at, and had a nice, plush sofa for me to crash on. Wouldn't be the first time.

So 1 AM rolled around, the DJ signed off, and we all headed out. Parting ways with the rest of our group, Vikram, Archana, and I headed for Vikram's car. He had stayed relatively sober because he had an early morning login for his IT job (sucker), but Archana and I were pretty hammered. I'd always gotten along well with her, and it didn't hurt that she was exactly my type—pretty, petite, but with a surprisingly heavy set of tits on her small South Indian frame. Not that I'd ever try anything; she and Vikram had been together since their engineering college days. But a little ogling and fantasizing never killed anyone.

After a mercifully quick ride through the empty Hyderabad streets, we got back to their flat, and Vikram went right to bed, having to be up in like five hours for work. Archana and I were still raring to go, so we busted out the leftover Kingfisher beers from the fridge and sat on the balcony, putting on some soft music. I don't think I had ever seen Archana this trashed. For a petite girl, she could usually hold her liquor pretty well, but she was swaying and slurring her words pretty blatantly by now.

When it got to be almost three in the morning, I figured it was probably time to wind the party down, so we headed inside and threw the TV on. I plopped onto the sofa—soon to be my bed—and Archana sat down right next to me. Surprisingly close, actually, and my booze-addled mind immediately started concocting scenarios where she had sat that close for a reason. Thoughts of my good friend sleeping just twenty feet away in the master bedroom flooded into my mind as I glanced to my left and saw her drunken cleavage just begging me to dive in. I must have stared a bit too long in my inebriated state, because as I looked up, she was watching me with a smirk. She started cracking up when I turned completely red at the realization of being caught, gave me a playful smack on the arm, and said, "Good night, perv," as she headed off to bed.

I had a raging hard-on that I debated taking care of, but I quickly passed out to visions of Archana's fantastic, tight rack.

Around 6 AM, I half-woke to the sound of Vikram getting ready and heading out to the office. He saw me open one eye as he walked by, gave me a half-hearted wave, and mumbled, "Stay as long as you like, macha, I won't be back till late." I normally am not comfortable just crashing at my friend's place when he's not there, but there was no way I was getting up. I had been asleep maybe three hours, and the ceiling fan above me was still spinning in more ways than one.

Around 10 AM, I awoke again, briefly confused as to where I was. I heard Archana in her bedroom getting out of bed, and glanced over to see her bedroom door open just enough for me to see inside. I saw her foot come into view from the side of the mattress, and then the rest of her long, smooth brown legs as she slowly stood up and stretched. All she had worn to bed was a tight, half-length crop top and her black cotton panties. As I watched her stretch, the top rode up to right under her pert little breasts, and I could see her flat stomach stretching down to her panty-line. My forgotten erection from the night before was back, and much more urgently begging for my attention.

Archana rubbed her face and turned towards the door. She must have forgotten I was out here; there's no way my buddy's girlfriend would walk around the flat in her panties if she knew I was here, right?

I pretended to still be asleep as she walked by on her way to the kitchen. Through my mostly closed eyes, I could see her staring at me unconcerned—I guess she hadn't forgotten, and just didn't care. OK then. I suddenly remembered that I was laying flat on my back, and the thick tent in the front of my shorts was probably blatantly obvious to her as she strolled by. Fuck... I hope she bought that I was just sleeping heavily. My situation didn't get any better as she walked past and I watched her round ass through the thin fabric of her black panties.

I heard the fridge door open and close as she apparently poured herself some cold water, and then walked back towards her room. As she passed the sofa, she casually said, "There are fresh towels in the bathroom if you need a cold shower, big guy." Well, at least she had a sense of humor about it.

Come to think of it, though, a shower did sound amazing. Maybe I could use the time to take care of my... problem. At the very least, I could wash off the stench of stale beer and help the hangover. I slowly made my way over to the bathroom, switched on the geyser, and got the water as hot as I could stand before stripping naked and stepping in.

The hot water felt perfect on my throbbing headache, not to mention my throbbing cock, which was definitely my first order of business. And of course, the starring role in today's bathroom wank session was none other than little Archana and her tight, dusky body, which was a scant two rooms away. God help me.

I imagined just barging into her bedroom, and in a typical cheap porn scenario, she would have a vibrator buried deep inside her, and I would ask if I could help. Not very imaginative, but apparently my cock wasn't picky, because as this scene played out in my head, I could tell it wouldn't be a very long buildup.

Just as I was imagining plunging balls deep into her tiny little cunt, ready to paint the bathroom tiles, I was awoken from my fantasy by a frantic pounding at the door.

"Karthik, can I come in? I have to pee so bad!"

She sounded urgent as hell, and it was her apartment, who was I to say no? Besides, the shower curtain was completely opaque; it's not like she could see me or I her. Hell, maybe her sudden close proximity could help me along...

"Uh, yeah, sure, come on in. I won't look, promise."

She swung the door open immediately, and she wasn't kidding about having to go; I don't even know how she hiked down her panties and sat on the western toilet that fast.

The sound of a girl taking a piss certainly doesn't turn me on at all, but just knowing that her bare pussy was so incredibly close to me right now was enough to nearly push me over the edge. She finished, and without thinking, pressed the flush button on the toilet tank. The sudden drop in water pressure caused the shower to suddenly run purely from the boiling geyser line, and the water got hotter than I think any water on Earth has ever been. Reflexively, I jumped backward away from the scalding stream... right out of the curtain and into the center of the bathroom, where Archana was just pulling up her panties.

My massive, leaking erection was bouncing about four inches from her face as she sat there, and I just stood there, dripping wet, wondering what the hell had just happened. Archana seemed just as shocked as me, but her dark eyes immediately locked onto my crotch. I'm not going to pretend I'm Mandingo, but I was about as thick and hard as I had ever been in my life, and I wasn't ashamed of what was showing.

It seemed like an eternity before she finally spoke, her breath catching slightly. "Holy shit."

All I could do was stammer, my hands awkwardly hovering. "Uh, sorry... the water got so hot... I..."

"No, it's OK, I just..." she trailed off, her eyes refusing to move up to my face. "Is that from me?"

"Well, yeah, when you flushed the toilet the water got so h—"

"No, doofus, not the water..." she interrupted, licking her lower lip. "The cock. Did I give you that boner?"

Just her blunt mention of my cock caused it to twitch and jump, and she giggled a little bit as I made a futile effort to cover myself with my hands, trying desperately to figure out what the hell to say.

"Uh, yeah, I mean... sorry, I don't wanna disrespect Vikram or anything, but you are pretty fucking hot."

She smirked that cute little smirk of hers, the same one from the sofa last night. "Fuck Vikram. Mr. I-work-every-weekend hasn't even shown me his little cock in a month, let alone fucked me with it."

I just stood there dumbfounded. Not just that she was talking about sex, but that she was doing it so bluntly. Not to mention she was doing it while I was standing a foot away with an erection that could smash diamonds. This was going to dangerous places, and I realized who I was talking to, fighting every animal urge in my body that was telling me to just grab her and hump the living shit out of this girl right against the sink.

"Uh... yeah, that sucks. I should... get back in the shower."

She was still staring at my heavy shaft. "Yeah... do that." She paused, a wicked gleam in her eye. "You know what, I could use a shower too."

And without even a beat of hesitation, she tore off that tight little crop top, dropped her black panties to the wet floor tile, and walked naked past me into the still-running water. So much for fighting my animal urges; I was right on her heels.

Her slender, dusky body was everything I had imagined it would be, and more. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity as they were heaving under the cascading water, the dark areolas hardening instantly. She had a small trail of black pubic hair leading down to her mostly bare, plump mound, and her pussy looked impossibly tight. The moment I stepped into the tub, we were on each other, our lips mashed together and our tongues battling between our teeth. My hands wanted to grab all of her at once, completely content to find every soft curve they could to caress and squeeze. She let out a passionate, "Mmmm... yes!" into my mouth as my hand cupped her perfect breast and I flicked her stiff nipple with my thumb. I pushed her back against the wet tiled wall of the shower and started kissing my way down her perfect body.

Warm water was pouring down over us as I latched onto her neck, leaving a light mark before kissing my way to her breasts. I started licking and sucking her tits like there was no tomorrow, and she held the back of my head, moaning loudly as she thrust her wet crotch against my stomach.

After a few beats, I felt her hands pushing my shoulders lower, and I knew exactly where she was aiming me. We were both anxious for me to make my way down, but I wasn't going to rush it. I kissed my way down her flat stomach, and then moved down to her smooth thighs. She was pushing her pelvis around, trying to aim my mouth towards the goal line, but I just kissed and licked and nibbled all around, driving her absolutely crazy, as she begged me with breathy gasps to dive in.

When I finally found her swollen slit, my teasing had paid off; she was so worked up in anticipation that she came almost immediately. Her thighs clamped tightly around my head as my tongue worked furiously away inside of her sweet folds. I went at her for all I was worth, and even with her thighs locked over my ears, I could hear her yelp and moan in pure ecstasy over the sound of the shower.

It wasn't long before I felt her hands around my head, pulling me back up to her level. Considering where my tongue had just been, I was kind of surprised when we were making out heavily again, and she moaned desperately into my mouth, "I need you inside of me, now! Please!"

I had a slight twinge of responsibility—though obviously not morality, considering who I was currently naked with—when I realized I didn't have a condom on me. But I figured she had to be on the pill since she hadn't mentioned it, and considering how many years she'd been dating Vikram. I didn't give it a second thought when I felt her soft hand wrap around my throbbing shaft and pull my hips forward toward her ready, waiting hole.

When she first started to envelope my cock, I almost thought my knees would buckle from the sheer pleasure. The girl I had lusted after so much, but never expected anything to happen with, and here I was half buried inside of her. I didn't waste much time before I was thrusting away, going balls deep. My tongue battled hers as the hot water from the shower played against my gyrating back. Her moans were again increasing in pitch and tempo, echoing off the bathroom tiles, and I could feel myself getting dangerously close to my own release.

She must have sensed my impending orgasm from how hard I was pounding her against the wall, because she leaned in and gaspingly whispered right into my ear, "I'm not on the pill..." right as my cock violently erupted deep inside of her womb.

I swear I have never shot so much cum in my entire life, and I could feel her legs wrap tightly around my waist, pulling me in even closer to her as I continued to pump more and more of my unprotected sperm into her tight, pulsating pussy.

Slowly, we both came down from our lover's high. I took a deep breath, stepped back, and let my quickly deflating cock fall out of her, followed immediately by the milky white remnants of what we had just done sliding down her inner thigh.

"Sorry," I managed to squeak out, still catching my breath. "I really thought you were on the pill."

"I know," she said with a wicked smile that almost got me hard all over again. "I just couldn't resist the idea of you coming deep inside of me."

It was going to be a fun day, wasn't it?