Rachna pro part 2

As the crowd of students thinned out, Rachna and I made our way to the washroom. She was visibly agitated, and I couldn't help but feel a bit responsible for her predicament. "Kya karu yaar, ye dress ab toh gadhi ho gaya," Rachna complained as we entered the empty washroom. She leaned against the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror. And return to the class. As we were strolling around i got a call from my brother . He was asking me about the girl friend which i lied about. Rachna saw me tensed and asked "Kya hua, Charan?"

I sighed heavily and leaned against the opposite wall. "Ye family wala drama hai, Rachna. Mere ghar walon ne pata chala ki main single hoon, toh ab shaadi ke baare mein pooch rahe hai. Phir maine khud ko bakwas bana diya ke main koi girlfriend hoon," I confessed, my voice low. Rachna's eyes widened in surprise. "Arre, tu kyun bolta tha? Tu toh kabhi koi bhi date nahi karta," she said, her voice filled with concern.

"Woh bhi theek hai. Ab unko photos chahiye bhaisahab ko," I replied, my voice heavy with dread. Rachna looked at me with a mix of shock and amusement. "Ab mera GF hai hi nhi to photo ghanta kahan se launga?" I whispered, running a hand through my hair. Rachna's expression softened as she saw the trouble I was in. "Aur mera bhai bol raha ki kiss kar rahe ya aur kuch kar rahe uska photo chahiya. Ese nhi ki kisi ka photo deke boldiya ye mera gf," I added, feeling the weight of my lie crushing me.

Rachna chuckled, "Chill, Charan. Mujhe dekh, main tere saath kuch plan banati hoon." She stepped closer to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tu kya karegi, aur koi ladki ko laun bhi to , wo kiss karna ko ya usko chune ko consent thodi na degi. Tu toh mujhse bhi badi gandu hai," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Rachna's playful smack on my arm brought a grin to my face, despite my situation.

Her mind racing, Rachna's eyes lit up. "Sun, I have an idea," she whispered, leaning in closer. "Why don't we just take some pictures of us together aur make it look like main tera girlfriend hoon?" Rachna suggested, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. I stared at her, surprised by the simplicity of the solution. "But Rachna, tu mujhe kiss kar payegi? Aur tera boyfriend wo khadus gussa hoga agar use bhanak lagi toh," I protested, half joking. Rachna's cheeks flushed again, but this time with excitement.

"Tumhara koi problem nahi hai, Charan. Kuch bhi karungi, bas yahi solution hai," Rachna reassured me, her voice a mix of determination and amusement. "Aur wo mera BF kuch nahi hai just time pass kar raha hun jab tera office chal raha hai," she added, her eyes twinkling with mischief. I couldn't help but admire Rachna's willingness to help me out of this mess.

"Han han mera office chalte time tu maja karti rah," I chuckled, feeling a little better. Rachna rolled her eyes and playfully slapped my shoulder. "Aur kya main bore hoti rahu akele?" she retorted. "Haan haan jab kuch khana hota hai charan Charan let's eat this that. Aur kam na ho to uske saath chatting. Salary Mera udaya ja raha hai," I teased her back. Rachna blushed and poked her tongue out at me. "Tu hito nhi leta paisa" she quipped, and I replied "Uncle ka paisa leke mujhe degi aur bolegi lo mera beta." "Chod na yar tera to 1.5 lakh monthly ata hai to tu ye 5k ko lekar jhagad kyu taha hai. Conjuss kahikaunse," Rachna said, her tone light yet teasing.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lecture. Rachna looked around nervously before whispering, "Chalo, abhi toh class chal rahi hai. Hum isi baat ke baad Oyo room main jake shoot karlenge photos." I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety about what we were about to do. The thought of Rachna pretending to be my girlfriend was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

We stepped out of the washroom and headed to the designated Oyo room we had rented for the weekend. Rachna's mind was racing with ideas for the photoshoot. "So, we'll need some romantic poses, but not too much PDA," she mused, her voice filled with a newfound enthusiasm. "Theek hai, theek hai. Bas normal romantic, wala wala," I said, trying to keep my cool. Rachna giggled, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of our little ruse.

As we approached the reception, Rachna took the lead. She leaned over the counter and spoke in a hushed tone to the receptionist, her cheeks flushing slightly. "We need a room for an hour, please," she said, her voice laced with urgency. The receptionist, a young man with a bored expression, barely looked up from his phone. He nodded, tapped a few keys, and handed us a key card. "Room 312, and remember to return the key after one hour," he said, his voice monotone. Rachna took the card with a grateful smile, and we hurried away.

Inside the small, dimly lit room, Rachna's playfulness took a more serious turn. She looked at me with a determined glint in her eyes. "If we're going to do this, we might as well make it convincing," she said, her voice low and steady. "Start with a kiss. A proper one, like we actually mean it."

I felt a jolt of electricity run down my spine. Rachna and I had been friends for so long, the thought of kissing her had never crossed my mind, at least not in this context. "But Rachna, what if it doesn't look right?" I stuttered, feeling the weight of the lie we were about to tell.

Rachna rolled her eyes, "Abe Charan, ye toh acting hi hai. Chill. Aise hi toh hero-heroine filmon mein kiss karte rehte hain," she said, a hint of challenge in her voice. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to me. "Ready?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my heart racing. Rachna tilted her head up and closed her eyes, her small, pink lips parting slightly. I leaned in, feeling the warmth of her breath against my skin. Our lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that was surprisingly gentle and sweet. It was over in a second, and Rachna opened her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "See, it's not that bad," she said, breaking the silence.

"Oh shot i forgot to capture that," Rachna said, fumbling with her phone. "Don't worry, we can do it again," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the racing of my heart. Rachna nodded, "I am keeping my phone here in video mode . And you click photos in your Phone," Rachna suggested with a naughty smile.

We started again, Rachna leaning in closer this time. Our lips met in a soft kiss that grew bolder, more passionate with each passing second. Rachna's arms slipped around my neck, pulling me closer as I wrapped my arms around her waist. The kiss deepened, our tongues dancing together as we lost ourselves in the moment. The camera on Rachna's phone clicked away, capturing every second of our romance.

Breaking away, Rachna's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright with excitement. She looked at the phone's screen to make sure she had got the perfect shot. "Wow, Charan, you're a natural," she said with a giggle, handing me the phone. I scrolled through the pictures, surprised to find myself lost in the intimate moments we had just shared.

"Let's see what what couples do in internet," Rachna murmured, her eyes glued to the phone screen as she scrolled through various images and videos. She had moved on from the photos of our kiss and was now searching for inspiration for the next set of pictures we needed to take. "Look at this," Rachna said, showing me a particularly steamy scene where a couple was smooching passionately. "We could try this," she suggested, a playful glint in her eye.

Feeling the heat rising in the room, I took a deep breath. "Okay, if that's what it takes," I replied, trying to sound casual. Rachna's eyes widened as she searched for the next act we could mimic. She paused on a picture of a guy caressing a girl's breasts, his mouth hovering just above her nipples. Rachna looked up at me, her cheeks a deeper shade of pink. "I don't know if we should go that far," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "From above dress you will only pur mouth around my breast and we will click the photo," Rachna said, her voice trembling slightly.

We positioned ourselves on the bed, Rachna leaning back and me leaning over her. My heart was racing as I placed my mouth over her covered breast, feeling the softness and warmth beneath the fabric. Rachna's breath hitched as I gently breathe through the dress, her nipples hardening beneath my lips. She took the phone and held it above us, capturing the moment from a slightly elevated angle. The camera clicked away, capturing the intimate scene as if we were indeed a couple in love.

"Abe teri heart rate kitna badhi hui hai," I whispered against Rachna's ear, feeling her pulse racing beneath my cheek. Rachna giggled, her eyes still focused on the phone screen, ensuring we had the right shot. "It's just the thrill of the moment," she replied, trying to play it cool.

We took a moment to catch our breath and gather our thoughts. Rachna leaned back against me, her head resting on my shoulder. "So, what's next?" I asked, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. Rachna's hand slipped into mine, her thumb tracing lazy circles on my palm as she thought. "Let's try something a little more... intimate," she murmured, her voice filled with a seductive undertone.

With a mischievous smile, Rachna straddled my lap, her knees pressing into the bed on either side of me. She positioned herself so that her back was to my chest, and I could feel the heat of her body against mine. She leaned back slightly, her hands resting on my shoulders for balance. Rachna handed me the phone, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she whispered, "Now, press my boobs from behind."

My hands hovered over her, unsure of where to begin. Rachna reached back and placed my hands on her breasts, guiding them gently. I could feel the softness of her drss-covered chest, and I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. Rachna leaned into me, her breathing becoming shallower as she closed her eyes. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on me, and I began to realize that our little photoshoot was turning into something more.

Slowly, I started to press her breasts together, feeling her body react to my touch. Rachna's breath hitched, and she leaned back further, arching her back slightly. The camera clicked away, capturing our every move. Rachna's eyes remained closed, lost in the sensation. I couldn't believe what we were doing, but the thrill was undeniable. "Look into the camera," Rachna murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned back slightly, my eyes locking with hers through the phone screen. Rachna's eyes were filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I snapped a few photos, my hands still cupping her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my palms. Rachna's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Hold it tighter," Rachna whispered, her voice a seductive purr. I complied, feeling a strange thrill as Rachna's body responded to my touch. "Let me take pic use your both hands and press these harder," Rachna instructed.

I wrapped my arms around her, my hands pressing her breasts together firmly. Rachna's eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft moan. The camera captured the moment, the sound of it muffled by Rachna's breath. We sat there for what felt like an eternity, our hearts racing, bodies pressed together. Rachna leaned back further, her body melting into mine. Our friendship was being pushed to a new boundary, and we both felt it.

"What is this rod in your pants, Charan?" Rachna teased, her eyes flickering down to where she could feel my arousal pressing against her. "It's... it's nothing," I stammered, my face growing hot. Rachna's smirk grew wider. "Looks like someone's enjoying this little photoshoot more than they should be," she whispered, her voice dripping with innuendo. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the growing discomfort in my pants.

"Let's try something else," Rachna suggested, sliding off my lap and standing up. She walked over to the bed, her hips swaying slightly with each step. "You sit on the edge," Rachna instructed, pointing to the bed. I did as I was told, my heart thumping in my chest. Rachna positioned herself in front of me, her legs slightly apart. She reached out and placed her hand on my knee, her thumb brushing against the fabric covering my growing erection.

"What if we do this?" Rachna whispered, her hand moving up my thigh. She gently pressed her palm against the bulge in my pants, her eyes searching my face for a reaction. I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the edge of the bed. Rachna's touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through me. "Just keep it there," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady. Rachna nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

The camera rolled as Rachna leaned in closer, her other hand reaching up to caress my cheek. Her thumb traced my jawline as she stared into my eyes. "Look into the camera," Rachna whispered, her voice barely audible. I nodded, my heart racing as she brought her hand back down to rest on my thigh, just above where my erection strained against the fabric. Rachna leaned in closer, her breath hot against my neck. "But you can't kiss me there," Rachna giggled, pointing to the camera.

I chuckled nervously, trying to keep my mind on the task at hand. Rachna's hand remained on my thigh, her fingers playing with the hem of my pants. "Okay, now, let's see," Rachna murmured, her eyes searching mine. "How do people do this...?" Rachna's hand began to inch up my thigh, and I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through me. She had never been this forward before, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was enjoying this as much as I was.

Her hand reached the top of my thigh and paused, her eyes searching for approval. I nodded, unable to find the words to express the heady mix of excitement and fear coursing through me. Rachna's hand continued upward, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. "What if we pretend like we're doing something... more intimate?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

The room grew hotter as Rachna's hand made contact with the bulge in my pants. She gently squeezed, her eyes still locked on the camera, her cheeks flushed. "What should we do next?" she asked, her voice quivering with excitement. I swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Google it," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. Rachna's eyes widened in surprise before she chuckled, her hand never leaving my thigh.

Her fingers danced across the screen of her phone, typing in the words 'intimate couple photos'. The search results were a mix of romantic and risqué images. Rachna's eyes scanned the screen, her thumb hovering over a particularly explicit image of a girl performing a blowjob. "Should we try this?" Rachna whispered, her voice barely audible. I nodded, my heart racing, as she turned the phone towards me to show what she had found.

The image on Rachna's phone was of a beautiful girl with her mouth wrapped around her partner's erection, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of passion and submission. Rachna's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, but she didn't look away. Instead, she handed me the phone and knelt down in front of me, her eyes never leaving mine. "Just like this," she murmured, her voice shaky with anticipation.

I leaned back, my hands gripping the bed, as Rachna unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. She paused for a moment, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear. Then, with a deep breath, she took me in her hand, her soft fingers wrapping around my length. Rachna's touch was surprisingly firm, and I couldn't help but gasp as she began to stroke me gently.

The camera captured every moment, the sound of her soft strokes mingling with the sound of our ragged breathing. Rachna looked up at me, her eyes filled with a fiery passion that I had never seen before. She leaned in closer, her lips parting slightly as she moved her hand up and down my shaft. I could feel her breath hot against my skin, and it was all I could do to keep from moaning out loud. "Abe kitna bada aur mota hai yar tera yeh," Rachna whispered, her voice thick with desire.

"It's almost same as my wrist," Rachna quipped, her voice low and filled with mischief. I couldn't help but chuckle, the tension in the room briefly easing. Rachna's hand continued to stroke me, her movements growing more confident with each pass. "You're right," I murmured, my voice strained with the effort of not giving in to the pleasure.

Our eyes remained locked, the camera capturing every flicker of passion between us. Rachna leaned in closer, her small, pink tongue flicking out to wet her lips. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine as she took the tip of my erection between her lips. The sensation was overwhelming, and I bit back a groan as Rachna's hand continued to work its magic.

The room was filled with the sound of Rachna's soft moans and my ragged breathing. I could feel the tension in my body building, the pleasure reaching new heights as Rachna's tongue swirled around me. She was surprisingly skilled, her mouth moving in a rhythm that had me on the edge. Rachna looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she took more of me in, her hand now cupping my balls. "Ohh it tickles mmm."

I leaned back on the bed, my eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. Rachna's grip tightened, her mouth moving faster, her tongue flicking against my sensitive spot. It was too much, and I could feel the climax approaching. "Rachna, I'm going to... I'm going to..." I stuttered, unable to find the words. Rachna's hand moved faster, her mouth sucking harder as she pushed me closer to the edge.

The camera kept rolling, capturing every moment of our intimate act. Rachna's eyes were closed, her cheeks hollowed out as she took me deeper into her mouth. I could feel the wetness, the heat, and the suction as she worked me closer to release. The tension grew unbearable, and with a final stroke and a deep, guttural groan, I came, my body convulsing with pleasure. Rachna pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting us, and looked up at me, her eyes wide and gleaming with satisfaction.

We both froze for a moment, the reality of what we had just done hitting us like a ton of bricks. Rachna's hand remained on my thigh, her grip tightening slightly as she swallowed, her eyes never leaving mine. Then, with a shy smile, she stood up, her hand moving to her mouth. "I should go clean up," she gagged her mouth full of my cum. Rachna walked towards the bathroom, her legs slightly wobbly, the phone still in her hand.

In the bathroom, Rachna could hear the sound of her own breathing echoing off the tiles. She looked at herself in the mirror, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with excitement. She couldn't believe what had just transpired between us, but the evidence was right there, coating her lips and chin. Rachna leaned over the sink, turning on the faucet and letting the cold water run over her mouth. She rinsed her mouth thoroughly, the taste of me still lingering on her tongue. She felt a mix of excitement and embarrassment, but she couldn't ignore the thrill that coursed through her body.

As Rachna stepped out of the bathroom, she found me sitting on the edge of the bed, my eyes glued to the phone screen. The photos and videos we had taken were still playing in a loop, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of pride and arousal. Rachna walked over and sat beside me, her hand finding mine. We sat there in silence for a while, the only sound in the room being the soft hum of the air conditioner.

"Abe yaar tu to enjoy karliya, mera kya hua?" Rachna said playfully, plopping down on the bed next to me. She had changed into a comfortable t-shirt and shorts after cleaning up, looking absolutely adorable despite the situation. "Now, let's get to the real photos," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. Rachna's cheeks were still flushed from our earlier escapade, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at the thought of what was to come.

"Lick my whole body," Rachna instructed, her voice playful but with a serious undertone. I stared at her, unsure if she was joking or not. Rachna nodded, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Aur tu bol raha tha na ki bra kyun chahiye ? Ab dekhle kitna mazedar scene ban gaya," Rachna said, pointing to her erect nipples poking through her t-shirt.

I took a deep breath and leaned in, my tongue tracing a wet path from her collarbone to her sternum. Rachna's body trembled as I reached her breasts, "Ruk rukja , let me take my all clothes off, aur tu bhi," Rachna whispered, a hint of urgency in her voice.

We quickly stripped down, the air in the room thick with anticipation. Rachna's small, firm breasts were exposed, her nipples a dark pink and erect with desire. My eyes devoured the sight of her, her body a canvas of beauty and lust. Rachna lay back on the bed, her legs spread slightly, inviting me in. I positioned myself between her thighs, my mouth hovering just above her sex. "Mujhe nhi pata tha itni chotisi ladki itna beautiful and sexy lagegi," I murmured, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "21 saal ka hun main," Rachna replied with a grin, her voice breathy.

I began to kiss her neck, working my way down her body, savoring every inch of her soft, warm skin. Rachna's breath grew ragged as I reached her breasts, my tongue flicking and teasing her nipples until she was writhing beneath me. "Aaah...Charan," Rachna moaned, arching her back and pressing herself closer to my mouth. I felt a thrill of power, knowing that I could make her feel this way.

Moving further down, I kissed Rachna's belly button, making her giggle, before finally reaching the apex of her thighs. Rachna's legs trembled as I parted her folds with my tongue, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. Rachna's hand found the back of my head, guiding me as I explored her most intimate areas. I felt her body tense and release, her moans growing louder, as I found the spot that made her hips buck.

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as I licked and nibbled, feeling her getting closer to climax. Rachna's grip on my hair tightened, her nails digging into my scalp as I worked my magic. The camera had been forgotten on the bedside table, the sound of it clicking away in the background a distant memory. This was no longer about photos; it was about us, our desire for each other, and the passion we had unlocked.

Rachna's body was a symphony of sensations, and I was her devoted conductor. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me closer as I brought her to the brink. "Charan, I'm... I'm going to...," Rachna stuttered, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. I didn't stop, pushing her over the edge until her body convulsed in ecstasy, her cries echoing off the walls of the Oyo room.

As Rachna's tremors subsided, I kissed my way back up her body, feeling her heart beating wildly against my chest. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of wonder and something else, something deeper that I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Now, it's your turn, tera land ghusade meri chut main," Rachna murmured, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down my spine.

Rachna's hand wrapped around my already erect member, stroking me gently as she positioned herself on top of me. Her wetness coated me, making it easy for her to slide down, taking me slowly in. "Aaah," Rachna gasped as she sat down on me, her walls tightening around me. "Ahh ahhh," Rachna's voice grew higher pitched as she adjusted herself, her eyes squeezed shut in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Her pussy was indeed tight, and it took all my willpower not to thrust up into her immediately. Rachna took a few deep breaths, her small hands on my chest for balance, as she worked herself down further onto me. "It's okay, Rachna," I murmured, trying to soothe her. "Take your time." Rachna nodded, her face a mask of determination. She was so beautiful in that moment, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, her body trembling with the effort of taking me in.

Slowly, Rachna began to move, her hips rocking back and forth as she took me in inch by inch. The feeling was exquisite, like nothing I had ever experienced before. Rachna's walls were tight around me, and every time she moved, it was like a vice grip on my cock. She was so wet, so warm, and I could feel every little detail of her pussy as she began to take me deeper.

I couldn't help but hold her tight, my arms wrapped around her waist as I pulled her closer, our bodies melded as one. Rachna's breasts bounced gently with each movement, her nipples brushing against my chest. Her eyes remained closed, her face a mask of pleasure, as she started to pick up the pace. I watched her, fascinated by the way her features contorted with each stroke, the way her body moved in perfect sync with mine.

Our hips met in a dance as old as time, a dance of passion and desire that we had never shared before. Rachna's movements grew more erratic, her breathing more ragged, as she rode me towards her peak. I could feel the tension building in her body, her muscles tightening around me with each thrust. I leaned up, capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, our tongues dancing together in a silent conversation of pleasure.

Her nails dug into my back as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, never breaking the connection between us. Rachna's breasts pressed against my chest, her heart racing in time with mine. I could feel the heat from her body, her sweat mixing with mine as we moved in a frenzied rhythm. Our bodies were a tapestry of passion, each touch, each kiss, each caress, a stroke of color on the canvas of our desire. "Ab tu kar ,i am tired," Rachna panted, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

With a growl, I rolled us over, pinning Rachna beneath me on the bed. I spread her legs with a firm hand, feeling the power surge through me as I took control. Rachna's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't resist. Instead, she wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me deeper. "Is this what you want?" I whispered, my voice a dark promise. Rachna nodded, her eyes glazed with need. "Then take it," I murmured, and started to pound into her harder.

Her moans grew louder with each thrust, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. Rachna's nails dug into my back, her body arching off the bed as I claimed her. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the wetness of our bodies, and her cries were the only sounds that mattered in that moment. Rachna's hips met my every move, her legs tightening around me, urging me to go deeper, to give her more.

Her eyes, usually so bright with laughter, were now squeezed shut in ecstasy. Rachna's face was a portrait of passion, her small breasts bouncing with every pump of my hips. Her moans grew more desperate, and I knew she was close. "Kiss me," I growled, and Rachna's arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down. Our kiss was a battle of tongues and lips, a dance of desire that mirrored our bodies below.

Her legs locked around my waist, Rachna's nails digging into my back as she matched my rhythm. She was so wet, so tight, and every inch of her was mine in that moment. The headboard of the bed slammed against the wall in time with our movements, the sound muffled by the cheap hotel comforter. Rachna's hips bucked up to meet me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at me, her pupils dilated with lust. "Faster," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. I obeyed, my hips moving quicker, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Rachna's moans grew louder, and I knew she was close. I leaned down, my mouth claiming one of her pert nipples, sucking hard as I continued to drive into her. Rachna's back arched off the bed, her body trembling as I worked her over.

Her breath was hot against my ear, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "Yes," Rachna whimpered, her nails raking down my back as I switched to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. I could feel her body tightening around me, her pussy gripping me like a vice as she approached her peak. Rachna's movements grew more erratic, her hips bucking wildly as she chased her orgasm.

Her breasts were a delicate handful, the perfect size for my mouth. I sucked and licked, feeling her nipples harden under my ministrations. Rachna's moans grew louder, her body a canvas of passion as I painted it with my tongue. My hand found its way down to her clit, and I began to rub it in small, tight circles, feeling her get wetter with each pass. "Aaah, Charan, I'm going to... I'm going to cum," Rachna panted, her voice a mix of surprise and need.

She came and it became easier to move so i move even faster. Rachna's eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip to hold back her screams. "Abe Charan, chhod de," she moaned, but her legs remained firmly locked around my waist. Rachna was close, so very close. I could feel the tension building in her body, her muscles tightening around my cock like a vice. "Just a little more," I whispered against her neck, my breath hot and ragged.

Her nails dug into my back as I drove into her, feeling her climax build. Rachna's body was a symphony of pleasure, each gasp and moan a note that sang through my soul. "Ahh i am about to cum. Main nikal raha hun bahar," I managed to say, the effort of speaking through the haze of pleasure almost too much. Rachna's eyes snapped open, and she wrapped her legs around me, stopping me from pulling out.

"Aaj toh safe day hai," Rachna panted, her eyes dark with desire. "Cum inside me." The words sent a jolt through my body, and I couldn't help but pause, looking down at her. Rachna's eyes searched mine, looking for any hint of hesitation. I found none within myself; all I felt was a primal need to give her what she wanted.

With a fierce growl, I thrust into her one last time, my cock hitting the deepest part of her. Rachna's eyes rolled back, and she let out a keening wail as my cum shot inside her in five thick ropes. Her body convulsed around me, her muscles contracting in waves of pleasure. Rachna's legs tightened around me like a vice, her nails digging into my back as she felt me fill her up. "Aaahh...Charan," Rachna's voice was a mix of pleasure and disbelief.

Her body was trembling beneath mine, her chest heaving with the effort of breathing through the intensity of her orgasm. Rachna's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me with a mix of shock and satisfaction. "Abe tu...tu kitna zyada...," Rachna's voice trailed off as she tried to catch her breath. I couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of pride at the power I had over her.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, our hearts racing as we lay there, our limbs tangled together. Rachna's legs were still wrapped around my waist, her pussy still contracting around my cock, milking every last drop from me. "Khushi ho rahi ho ya?" Rachna asked, her voice still breathy. "Bahut khush," I murmured, kissing her gently. Rachna's hand found its way to the side of my face, her thumb tracing my cheekbone.

Our eyes met, and I saw something in hers that I had never seen before. It was a look of vulnerability, of openness, and something more. It was a look that made my heart skip a beat. "Rachna," I whispered, my voice shaking with emotion. Rachna's eyes searched mine, a question in their depths. "Mujhse saadi karegi? Will you marry me?" I didn't know if it was the right moment or the right thing to say, but the words had spilled from my lips before I could stop them.

"Pahle.. pahle.. tera bada land bahar to nikal do," Rachna managed to say through her panting breaths, a small giggle escaping her lips as she realized the absurdity of the situation. I chuckled and pulled out of her, my softening penis slipping out with a wet sound. Rachna's legs fell open, and she looked down at the mess we had made, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Abe saala, kitna bada land hai terko," Rachna teased, trying to break the sudden tension with a playful remark.

But my mind was racing. Had I just proposed to Rachna with my cock still inside her? What the fuck had just happened? I looked down at her, her eyes searching mine, looking for an answer that I wasn't sure I had. Rachna's body was flushed with pleasure, her chest heaving with each breath, and she was smiling up at me, waiting.

"Kar lungi tere se saadi par," Rachna finally said, her voice a mix of amusement and something else, something that made my heart race. "But we should talk about this later, right now, I need to clean up," Rachna added, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

I watched her walk naked to the bathroom, her hips swaying slightly with each step. Rachna's body was a work of art, and the sight of her only made my desire for her grow. I couldn't believe what I had just said, but I didn't regret it. Something had changed between us, and I knew that there was no going back.

After Rachna cleaned up, she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, her hair a wild mess. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now, let's take those photos," she said, holding out the phone to me. I took it, my hands still shaking slightly from our encounter. We laughed and joked as we put on our clothes, the tension between us now replaced with a newfound ease.

The camera rolled as Rachna wrapped her arms around my neck, her small body pressing against mine. Her smile was genuine, and for a moment, it didn't feel like a lie. We took selfies, our faces close together, our expressions a mix of happiness and heat. Rachna leaned in, whispering, "This is for your family," before placing a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek. The camera captured it all, the light playing off her skin, the way she looked at me with something more than friendship in her eyes.

"We have a class in 30 minutes" she was interrupted by me. "Tu boli nahi, mera girlfriend banegi ki nahi?" I asked, trying to keep the mood light. Rachna's smile grew a little sad, but she nodded. "Abe saale abhi mujha uthake patak ke choda, ruko jara sambhal ne do," Rachna shot back, the playful banter a welcome distraction from the gravity of our situation. "Abe kitna bada hai ve tera," Rachna said, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took the phone from my hand.

We both laughed, the tension easing as Rachna scrolled through the photos we had taken. Her fingers paused on one particularly risque shot, where Rachna had her hand wrapped around my erect penis, her mouth open in a silent moan of pleasure. "Yeh dekh, yeh toh bohot hardcore scene ban gaya," Rachna giggled, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "Chal yar muh kyun latkaya hua hai , ab just to mujhe choda aur cum inside me," Rachna said with a cheeky smile.

"I can feel your cum till now you know," Rachna giggled, breaking the silence that had descended upon us. I couldn't help but smile back at her, the reality of what had just transpired sinking in. We had crossed a line, and there was no turning back now. Rachna stood up and stretched, her small breasts bobbing slightly. "Achcha, baba acha main banungi tera wife, tabhi toh saara sambhal lungi," Rachna teased, her voice a mix of sarcasm and something else, something that made me want to pull her back into my arms and never let go.

"Rachna, I'm serious," I said, my voice firm. Rachna turned to look at me, her eyes searching mine. "I know," she said softly, the playfulness in her tone fading away. "But let's not rush into things, okay? We have class." Rachna's voice was gentle, but there was a hint of finality in her tone that told me she didn't want to talk about it right now.

We quickly finished getting dressed, Rachna's eyes lingering on my crotch for a second longer than necessary as she adjusted her own clothes. I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, knowing what she had seen, what we had done. But Rachna's gaze was unflinching, almost as if she was memorizing every detail. We left the hotel room, the weight of our actions hanging heavily in the air between us.

The week passed in a blur of classes and awkward glances. We didn't speak of that day again, but the tension between us had changed. Rachna's smiles were softer, her touches lingering just a moment longer. I found myself thinking about her in ways I never had before. Our friendship had been pushed to its limits and come out the other side, forever altered.

On Saturday, Rachna's eyes were wide with a mix of excitement and nerves as we approached my family home. The plan was simple: introduce Rachna as my girlfriend and let my family fawn over her. It wasn't a lie anymore; it was our new reality, a reality we had created together in that tiny Oyo room. Rachna looked stunning in a simple salwar kameez, her beauty subtly enhanced by the soft glow of her blushing cheeks.

Last class was going on and at 5 pm bell rang, signaling the end of our week. I packed up our bags and Rachna stretched, looking around the room. She was wearing a simple salwar kameez, the same one she had worn to the seminar that started this whole masquerade. Rachna looked tired, her eyes droopy, but the sight of her made my heart race. We had agreed to go to my house that weekend to introduce her to my family, and the anticipation was thick in the air.

Her father had surprisingly given his blessing, revealing that he had hoped we'd end up together since our B.Sc days. It was like he had seen this coming all along, and now we were just playing catch-up. Rachna looked up at me with a tired smile, her hair falling over her eyes. I reached over, gently brushing the strands away, and she closed her eyes, leaning into my touch. Our friendship had become a dance of desire, each step leading us closer to the edge.

My hand slid down to her chest, cupping her left breast gently, feeling the soft mound fill my palm. Rachna gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into me, her hand coming up to rest on the back of my neck. We were in classrooom and everyone was packing their bags. But Rachna and I were in a world of our own.

With a gentle squeeze, I massaged Rachna's breast, feeling her nipple harden beneath my touch. Rachna's breath hitched, and she leaned into me even more, her eyes fluttering shut. I could feel the heat from her body, the warmth of her skin searing into mine. I leaned down, my lips brushing against hers, and she opened her mouth to me, welcoming my tongue with a soft moan. And we part way with the bell sound of opening of college parking lot.

"Chalo ajj appki mulakat mere family se hogi" I said, trying to lighten the mood as we stepped out of the college. Rachna's eyes sparkled with excitement, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her nerves. "I hope they like me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the chatter of the students around us.

"Tumse sundar kisiko nahi milega," I assured her, placing a comforting hand on her waist as we weaved through the crowded college corridor. Rachna looked up at me with a hopeful smile, and for a moment, the world around us faded away. We stepped out into the blinding sun, the heat of the day a stark contrast to the coolness of our secret.

My bike was parked outside, gleaming in the afternoon light. Rachna straddled it behind me, her arms wrapping tightly around my waist as we sped towards my house. The wind in our hair, the warmth of her body pressed against mine, it all felt so right, so natural. Like we had been doing this for years instead of minutes.

As we pulled into my family compound, Rachna's grip tightened, the anticipation of meeting my parents clearly making her nervous. I could feel her heart racing through the thin fabric of my shirt. "Relax," I murmured, patting her hand. "They're going to love you."

My mother was the first to greet us at the door, her eyes lighting up when she saw Rachna. She pulled us inside, fussing over Rachna like a long-lost daughter. Rachna's shyness melted away as she was bombarded with questions about her studies and family. The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter and food, Rachna charming my family with her wit and humility.

My father took us aside after dinner, a knowing smile on his face. "I always knew you two had something special," he said, patting me on the back. Rachna's eyes widened, and she looked at me with a mix of shock and amusement. I shrugged, playing it cool. "Baba, bas dost hain hum," Rachna said, trying to brush off his suspicion. "Haan jab tak marriage na ho jaye," I added, winking at Rachna. She elbowed me playfully, and my father chuckled, shaking his head.

Later that night, Rachna and I found ourselves in my room, the door firmly closed. We sat on the bed, side by side, the silence stretching between us like a tightrope. Rachna looked down at her hands, her thumb tracing the outline of her ringless finger. "Charan," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are beta baris ho raha hai tu ek kam kar ajj hamere yahan ruk jaa. Charan ki kamra bahoot bada hai so jana wahan," mother called out from the other room, breaking the tension.

"Theek hai, mummy," I shouted back, my eyes never leaving Rachna's. She looked up at me, her eyes searching for answers. "What do you think about what happened?" Rachna's voice was soft, tentative. "I think...I think it was amazing," I said, the words spilling out before I could think them through. Rachna's cheeks flushed a deep red, and she looked away.

"Ok i will talk with Mr Samal for you two's marrage," my mother said, her voice filled with excitement. Rachna's eyes went wide with surprise, and excitement filled me. We had gone from pretending to be a couple for photos to actually being considered a potential match. Rachna and I exchanged glances, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on us.

We spent the rest of the night lying on the bed, our bodies entwined as we whispered about our future. Rachna's hand found its way under my shirt, her fingertips tracing the contours of my abs. "Are we really doing this?" Rachna asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. I nodded, feeling the warmth of her breath against my skin. "If we're going to fool everyone, we might as well make it real," I murmured, my own heart racing with anticipation.

Our kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as we explored each other's bodies like we never had before. Rachna's hands slid down to unbutton my pants, her eyes never leaving mine. She took my erect cock in her hand, stroking it gently. I couldn't believe this was happening, but the feeling of Rachna's hand on me was too real to be a dream.

Her touch was light, teasing, making me ache for more. I groaned, and Rachna took that as her cue to take over. She pushed me onto my back, her hands working deftly to free my cock from the confines of my clothes. Rachna's eyes were filled with a hunger I had never seen in her before, a hunger that matched my own.

Straddling me, Rachna took my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking me in deeper. Her eyes never left mine, and the sight of her doing something so intimate, something that had been reserved for my fantasies, was almost too much to handle. Rachna's cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her hand moving up and down my shaft in time with her mouth. I moaned, my hands gripping the bedsheets, trying to hold on to some semblance of control.

"Ab sex sadi ke wadh mein," I said, my voice thick with need. Rachna's eyes darkened, and she nodded, climbing off me. She stood at the side of the bed, her hand reaching for her phone. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused.

"Making call to papa to fix our marrage date," Rachna said with a mischievous smile, holding her phone to her ear. I watched her, my heart racing at the thought of actually going through with it. Rachna's eyes gleamed with excitement as she spoke in rapid-fire Hindi, explaining to her father that she had found a suitable boy, her voice filled with a passion that could only come from the depths of her soul.

And soon we got married. End of story go to sleep.