Forbidden Discoveries – Part 2

Character Preview – The Girls Behind the Heat

Pallavi (me)
Body Type: Small Frame – 32B-27-34
Skin Tone: Soft ivory fair. A warm, blushing skin tone can develop with touch.

Tagline: She’s the sweet, innocent girl with a fiery passion – hidden underneath that naïve, shy smile – that is just waiting to be ignited.

Rohini
Body type: Curvy – 36B-32-36
Skin tone: Glowing golden dusky skin with a natural look to her skin tone, with her lips always seeming to be punched in a kissable position.

Tagline: She is the wild, fun best friend whose feelings run deep, whose desires run deeper, and whose loyalty can be shocking at times with temptation.

Summary of Part 1: What started as an innocent thrill of two best friends took a brave turn. During floral whisperings and aspirations, we got a little wound up, a little like the heat behind a closed door. During our fifth time together, Rohini grappled with the lust we had both been too shy to articulate.

She kissed me, Pallavi, softly, then hungrily. Her hands explored my body, and my heart was racing. I hesitated, curious yet scared. Until we both decided to trust at that crossroads of fear and intimacy with that little touch, we both went further than we ever thought we could.

The air surrounding us had a tension that was palpable yet figment. My body hummed wherever she had touched me. My lips resonated where her lips had just been. I was lying underneath her, mind racing with all kinds of feelings I could not name.

Rohini hovered over me, her dark eyes searching mine, and I could see the flicker of fear in them—fear that mirrored my own inward experience.

“You are thinking too much,” she whispered, her smile slight.

I swallowed, my throat feeling very dry.

“I just don’t know what to do.” She ghosted her fingers from my cheek down my jaw.

The touch felt light and yet intentional. “Then let me show you.”

She kissed me again —this time, slow and deep. Her tongue moved against mine like it was easy, which I didn’t know how to be yet, but my body knew: it arched toward her. I felt hot, every inch of my body aware of her body heat, of the smell, the whole weight of her body contoured to mine.

My hands flittered around the idea of coming to her waist before I actually rested my hands there, my fingers splaying across the smoothness of her stomach. A soft sigh escaped her lips against mine, encouraging me, making me feel at ease, and letting me know this was a good thing to do.

“Just feel,” she whispered, her lips continuing to move against my neck. Her kisses were slow and deliberate. She enjoyed taking my reactions in as they happened.

I felt a shiver run down my spine when she toyed with my collarbone with her tongue. She smiled against my skin, “I love how sensitive you are, Pallu,” she said in a muted tone.

Her hands moved purposefully downward, grazing my arms, venturing across my waist and finally exploring my breasts.

My breath caught in my throat as her hands cupped my breasts. Her thumbs circled slowly, teasingly, on the top of my nipples. My body immediately erupted in waves of pleasure.

“So soft,” she said quietly, kissing between my breasts.

I let out a stuttered exhale as I realized she was going slowly, teasing and exploring every inch of me. My hands instinctively found their way to her chest. I hesitated, then looked up and back down again.

“Touch me, Pallu, whatever you want.” She smiled.

I stroked her between her breasts. I could feel how full they were and the natural softness of her darker skin compared to mine. Her nipples were already hard. I softly brushed my thumb across them, stopping just short of brushing against them directly.

A small, soft moan erupted from her depths and spiralled through space and time, leaving me tingling. Her body moved and leaned into mine, taking my mouth again, kissing me deeper, more possessively. Her knees slipped between my legs, and I whimpered softly at the pressure.

“You like that?” she smirked, a throaty voice escaping her swollen lips.

I nodded since I knew I couldn’t answer with my mouth.

Her fingers slipped lower, hitting the waistband of my shorts. My whole body tensed at the anticipation coursing through my stomach. She pulled back again, looking at me. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” She said gently. Her mannerisms gave me comfort.

I didn’t want her to stop, and I was never more sure of anything in my life. “I want to do this,” I said lowly, whispering it.

Her smile was slow at first, like a beautiful flower opening from a bud. “Good.”

She pulled my shorts down. I felt her hands on my thighs at the same moment. I had chills run through my body from the feeling of the cool air. But nothing compared to the heat building in me.

Her hands skimmed my body. Then her lips, gently kissing and sucking lower and lower, taking her time with everything.

I was trembling under her hands. Every nerve ending in my body was awake and aware. When I found her fingers touching where I was aching for it, I gasped and arched into her fingers.

“Oh,” She traced back up my face and started sweetly as her fingers had done. But then moved confidently lower, sensing my shock.

“You are so wet,” she panted softly into my stomach.

As she began moving her fingers, a moan escaped involuntarily as I succumbed to feelings I had not asked for or knew existed.

I bunched the sheets between my fingers to anchor myself as my body began creating its rhythm beneath her. And then her mouth replaced her fingers.

“Ah!” I inhaled sharply at the very moment her tongue flicked over me. The wave of pleasure rolled through me almost instantaneously. I was quickly lost in her mouth and the soft sounds of her radio.

I guided her hair, losing myself in extreme pleasure as she took her time in slow, deliberate movements to fill me with feelings close to the brink of a feeling I had never encountered before. “Rohini, I—” I gasped again, another deep moan escaping me.

She gave me a little hum, and I felt another surge of pleasure. The pressure inside of me built up, coiling tighter and tighter until something I had never experienced snapped, and I fell completely apart underneath her, shaking, gasping.

She did not stop until I was spent, my tired, limp limbs flush with exhausting heat. When she finally lifted her head, her lips were glistening, and her eyes darkened by some nameable hunger.

She crawled back up and pressed a slow, deep kiss to my lips, allowing me to taste myself on her tongue.

“Now,” she whispered, pulling my hand to her body, “I want you to feel that way too.” There was a small pause in the air. I hadn’t felt so nervous and excited.

I followed the curve of her waist, then lower, following the soft curve of her abdomen, and down the subtle dip of her hips. She shivered slightly under my touch, letting me know that I was on the right track, with the way her breath caught in her throat.

“Just like that,” she said, quietly encouraging me.

I kissed my way down her body, savouring her and memorizing every reaction of her body. She gasped when my tongue flicked at her nipple, her fingers gripping my hair tightly.

I moved my kissing lower, each part of my kissing slow, trailing down her stomach, and my heart raced as I made my way down to her thighs. Her body was arching against mine. I explored, with my lips and tongue, discovering parts of her and feelings I could never have imagined.

She was moaning my name, her body trembling beneath mine, and I felt a wave of power rush through me- I was causing her to feel this way. As her pleasure built, she gasped, twinging the sheets with her fingers, breathing hard. “Pallu… oh God…don’t stop—”

And I didn’t. As she finally began to come undone beneath me, in her aftershocks. Her wild moans shuddering into the air, I felt something change. This was more than curiosity. This was more than just doing something new. This was more.

She wrapped her arms around me, and her breath still had not settled. We were perfectly blended, skin on skin, as the warmth pulsed between us.

“I never thought it could feel like this,” she murmured, smelling my hair.

“Me neither.” There was a silence between our words, but it was comfortable.

It felt right. Safe. I closed my eyes while laying against her chest, neck, and ear, perfectly positioned to her steady heartbeat.

And for the first time in my whole life, I let myself think—maybe—maybe this is where I’m supposed to be.

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