Flora’s Journey 3- The breakup and cheating [MF][Cheating]

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After the day I had sex with my BF and his brothers, my life took a drastic turn. SIL was a Muslim and the neighbors knew she was one, so the brothers couldn’t try their public sexual fantasies on her. I am Christian and have no religious constraints to not show my body off. I wasn’t well known in the locality too. They wanted to make me an exhibitionist and somehow I found the idea of men looking at me sexy. So I used to wear crop tops, Sarees with a low cut blouse or low neck tops with shorts, short skirts. Basically, I used to show a lot of my navel(we Indians love it) and cleavage. They used to take me around areas except the ones close to my house so I’m not recognized and I used to carry my body around, get turned on by the looks I get. It was fun.

Soon, it turned sour. The brothers started controlling me. We moved to kind of a slave relationship(mutually agreed) where I’d do whatever they liked. The tasks were simple at first like ‘no bra’, ‘seduce him’, ‘flash for 10 seconds’ but as days passed, they turned painful and traumatic. I had sex with quite a few people as ‘tasks’ where I enjoyed only maybe half of them. I told Aasif I did not like it and wanted out to the normal exhibitionist ‘bitch of 4 guys’ fun. Aasif refused. This led to a huge quarrel, many arguments discussions and I finally decided I would pull the plug. I broke up with him when he was in his last year of college. He had just a few months left for graduation and he took it on himself to ensure my image was tampered in college. He spread news that I had slept with his brothers and he caught me in the act. I was instantly made a bitch in college and various stories spread like wildfire. I felt bad but thankful I broke up with the loser. There was a gang of friends I had in my class who were really nice to me despite all the rumors running thick.

It was a few months after my breakup, I was in the rebound phase. I hadn’t had sex for a long time, I was desperate and the guys were there to have. The guys who openly questioned my character used to text me on Facebook or get my number and WhatsApp me hoping to get under my pants. As much as I loved to jump into casual sex with a few nice and good-looking ones, I held myself back against my desires to avoid another issue in college. But after a few months I just got too desperate and started dating Rahul, a guy in my gang. We are a gang of six, two girls and four guys. The five were always supportive and we were(still are) great friends. The lust and sexual urge apart, I was looking for some romance. Rahul was a good guy and I always felt he liked me which he confessed after I pressed him a lot. We went out and soon, we were a couple.

Pavan is another guy in the gang and we lived in the same flats(apartment community). We were platonic friends from first year. When the going went tough for me, he was always there. We used to spend a really long time talking to each other on a wooden bench in our flats, often late into the night. As our night chats got frequent, we used to take our keys along. Our family used to be fast asleep when we went back home.

It was around 10pm in the night on that particular day, we were talking to each other, just as we do. It was just a few weeks after my relationship with Rahul and Pavan was telling me how happy he was for me that I now had a boyfriend(I used to whine to him about not having a romantic partner). “He’s a nice guy. Even if you guys break up, he won’t spread such rumors about you”, he told me. “Pavan, can I tell you something?”, I asked. “Those were not rumors. I slept with his brothers, although he knew all along. I am, indeed, a bitch.” This was a genuine shocker to him. His face turned pale and he didn’t know how to react. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought they were just…but…how…why?” he was stumbling for words. The next half hour went with me telling him my whole story.

During the course, I saw his dick rise and fall multiple times through his shorts. I was damn sure he wasn’t wearing undies. He saw me noticing it and did his best to hide it with his hand or with a different sitting posture. After a while I just giggled and told him it’s okay, he doesn’t have to hide it and that I’ve seen a lot. Retelling him my tale was arousing me and his hard dick was an addition. I was biting my lip often as I told him the tale completely and he made no efforts to curtail boner. I was even holding his palm out of desperation. “So yes, that’s what I am”, I finished. “No, you’re not a bitch. I mean, if you like to have sex, you aren’t a bitch”, he reassured. “So that explains the multiple days you came to college without a bra”, he said. “You noticed?”, I asked. “Oh the whole college did. We just never told you. You used to wear white along with it and it was pretty obvious through your chudidaar. Some guys even jerked off to you in the bathrooms!”, he laughed. I laughed along, “really?” “Really”, he said. “Did you?”, I asked. There was an awkward silence.

I touched his face, turned it towards mine, looked him in the eye and asked him again, “did you? I’ve told you the truth, it’s your turn.” I just wanted to know if my best friend had masturbated with me in his thoughts. “No, no…I mean…no, not in the bathroom”, he struggled.

“Anywhere else, then?”, I asked.
“No, not, not many times”, he was nervous and trembling. I held his hand firm.
“It’s okay, I want to know, I just like it, like I told you.”

“A few times”, he confessed “At home, though…”

“So you have fantasized me!”, I didn’t look away from his eyes.

“No, not really. Just sometimes when I feel hard and stuff…I think we should go home, it’s late”, he said. It was 11.30pm.

“No, I told you my story. You tell me yours. Tell me what you guys fantasize about me. Tell me what YOU fantasize about me”, I told him.

“Oh no Flo, please. I mean yeah, I’ll tell you, sure. But I’ll text. You know, this boner, we’re out in public and…”

“Let’s go to your house”, I blurted. I had been to his place quite a few times before but only when his parents were along.

“What, no?! My parents would be sleeping!”

“Exactly. They’d be sleeping. We have the keys.”

I bent forward, showing him a bit of my cleavage thanks to my loose tee. “I really want to hear it, Pavan.” So it was decided we would go. He opened his door and checked if his parents were awake as I hid near the staircase. When he confirmed they were asleep, he called me over, we silently went to his room and we locked the door. We sat on his bed and there was another awkward silence. “Tell me”, I whispered. “I have had many fantasies. Like, being my best friend, you come and say you’re not happy with Aasif because he doesn’t fuck you enough and so you fuck me. We actually thought you used to wear revealing clothes because Aasif wouldn’t give you attention otherwise and you wanted to grab his. Another is where when you come home to study math, you generally wear low neck. I’ve seen your cleavage many times. You spot me and one things leads to another and we have sex…” His boner was throbbing in his shorts at this point. “A few like this…please don’t make me say more, I’m already so hard…”, he said. “No, I want to hear them all!”, I smiled, put my hands on his shorts and pulled it down in a flash. “Free it…”

In a frenzy Pavan pulled his shorts up, got off the bed and darted across to the other end of the room. I got up and ran after him, laughing at him. “Flo, what are you doing?”, he ran back to the bed and lay on it, so that he could roll over to the other end and get off. I was quicker, unfortunately for him. His legs were still hanging down the side with his body on the mattress when I reached him. I just bent down, pulled his shorts off again, this time out of his feet and threw them away. “Oh Flo, don’t! It’s too small”, he went on the defensive, covering his dick. I was in a very fun and aroused state. I parted his hands and took a good look at it. “It’s not small. It’s the average length”, I told him. He was still shy and trying to cover it. To make him comfortable, I bent over and gave it a few sucks. “Oh my God, Floraaa…”, he was gasping, unmoved. “Now that settles you”, I said and planted a kiss on his neck, “get back up and tell me all the fantasies you’ve had.” I desperately wanted to get naked too but he didn’t touch my clothes. We were back seated on the bed and he narrated many other fantasies he had had. I was giving him a handjob every now and then, my hand was wet and filled with his pre-cum. “Those are all I remember”, he said, after narrating around 15. I was dripping wet listening to him along with the strong smell of his semen. “That’s great”, I said, planting another kiss on his cheek. I was giving him every sign that I was horny and wanted to fuck and he knew it but wasn’t taking the bait. But then he asked, “Flora, can I ask you something?”

I said yes. “Can I see you?”, he asked. “See me? I’m right here”, I teased him. “No, I mean, see you. I understand you are in a relationship with Rahul and all. But, you know, I’m so hard, you have seen me. And you told me you like it when men look at you…” “Thank God, it took you so long”, I proceeded to lift my tee up to remove it. “No, I want to remove it”, he said. “Okaayy”, I stood up. He crept behind me, lifted my tee up. I raised my arms to help it out. He removed it and put it on the bed. He then knelt and pulled my shorts down to my feet. I helped it out and kicked it away. He then came in front and spent a few seconds looking at me. I was uncontrollable. I pulled into him and kissed his lips. He pushed me away. “Let me see”, he said. I was hot but I waited, the wait was making me wetter. He moved closer and began caressing me. He caressed me all over my upper body and squeezed my breasts. He made me lift my arms. What he did next took me by surprise. He took a deep sniff at my armpits. I don’t know why but I went weak when he did that. He knelt down, running his fingers all over and took another deep sniff at my pussy. A fresh discharge of grool left my pussy as he sniffed. I was beyond my saturation point. I pushed him over to the bed and sucked at his lips like a hungry animal. We shared a long, wild kissing session.

His cock was already hard and poking at my pubic area. I got on top of him and positioned myself over his cock. He gripped my hips and I began riding him. Just 2 minutes into it, he held me so hard I couldn’t move. He lifted me slightly and I understood he wanted to change positions. I got off and immediately he said, “Stop it, that’s enough. Rahul is my best friend, we shouldn’t do this.” I was shocked. “What, no”, I kissed him, sensing this was a rare lapse and he’d be back to take me. Bu he pushed me away. “No”, he said and got off the bed. “But I’m your best friend too”, I said angrily. “And that’s the point”, he said dressing up. “Both of you are very close to me and are in a relationship. This could spoil our friendship, your relationship and our life could turn for worse. Please, no.”

I went after him, practically throwing my aroused naked body at him, trying to convince him. As I pushed further, he locked himself in the restroom and came back in 5 minutes. I understood he had masturbated, his boner was on the low, receding and he looked exhausted. “Fuck you”, I cursed, “what about me? I’m so wet right now, I want you so bad, Pavan”, I begged. “No Flora, dress up and go home”, he said. I was angry. My ego took over. A man had said no to a naked me in the middle of sex. I got dressed up, angry and holding my tears back. I didn’t even bother waking his parents up, stormed off to my house and fingered myself. As soon as I had went, he had left a message on WhatsApp which I read later in the night. “I care for you, Flora. I love you. I’ve always had feelings for you. I don’t want to spoil your relationship with him. I don’t want you like this either because that would only make me love you more. I don’t want to complicate this. Please don’t hate me for this. Let’s just stay as it is, as friends like we were”, he wrote. I didn’t reply. But I was sure of one thing, after pondering the whole night. I was in love with him too. He was the only guy I would have long, meaningful, stupid conversations with, anytime, all the time. I was himself with him. He knew all my secrets. I was his and I didn’t know all along. I loved him. I love him. I had made my mind up that I wanted to marry him…

To be continued in further parts.

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