Forbidden Discoveries – Part 1

This is my debut story. It is very personal and sensual, an exploration of desire, inquiry, and self-discovery. As a lesbian, this tells a narrative grounded in my own lived experiences. The feelings that portray the beauty of shared intimacy with women.

It is about two friends in the process of becoming something more, grappling with feelings too strong to ignore and boundaries erased through trust and longing. Every word is written from a space of genuineness and reflection.

I hope it speaks to those who may have ever questioned, experienced, or even settled into a feeling of their complex desires. I would love to connect with anyone who can relate to the story. Please reach out. I am interested in engaging in open, respectful dialogue in a safe, non-judgmental forum.

Character Preview – The Girls Behind the Heat

Pallavi (Me)
Body Type: Small frame – 32B–27–34

Skin Tone: Soft ivory fair. There’s a warm blush that can surface with touch.

Tagline: She is the sweet, naïve girl with a fiery passion hidden under her innocent-looking shy smile—waiting to be ignited.

Rohini
Body Type: Curvy – 36B–32–36

Skin Tone: Glowing golden dusky skin with a natural look to it, and her lips always seem to be punched in a kissable position.

Tagline: She is the wild, fun best friend whose feelings are strong, whose desires run deeper, and whose sense of loyalty is sometimes tested in temptation.

The summer of 2018 had a different kind of heat—one that was not only in the air but deep down inside of me. The kind of heat that made my chest accelerate for reasons I didn’t quite comprehend.

A 19-year-old me was starting to experience myself. But I never thought I’d be experiencing something this forbidden.

Rohini had always been my best friend. We had done everything you’d expect of best friends since we were kids—shared secrets, dreams, and fears. But that summer, there was a shift in our energy that began as subtle and ended as a resounding fact.

It began as a sort of game, or at least that’s what I told myself. The first time she came over, she was her usual self—playful. She stretched out on my bed, scrolling through her phone. She had a look in her eye that called to mind the word ‘mischievous.’

“You won’t believe what I found,” she said in a voice tinted with something unknown. It caused a shiver to crawl down my spine. I leaned in close enough to smell the vanilla from her lotion all over her arms and neck.

“What is it?” She paused for some reason, possibly because she was contemplating whether or not to show me. After a moment, she smiled just a little too wide and clicked play. The screen woke me up, and my stomach dropped.

Two women.

The way their bodies moved together was slow and calculated. It was quite unlike the thrashing, rushed clips of straight porn I had seen before. This wasn’t simply about sex. It was intimate. The way they touched each other.

The way their lips felt when they touched one another, the way their eyes met—a different kind of entertainment altogether. It made me catch my breath.

“I’m just… I was curious,” Rohini said as she stole a glance at me. Her voice was soft now. Almost unsure.

“Guys watch stuff like this. Right?” I swallowed hard as I heard my pulse in my ears.

“Yeah, I guess.”

That night, we watched in silence while stealing glances when we thought each other wasn’t paying attention. My skin prickled with awareness. Was she feeling the same thing? Or was this some experiment for her?

But she came back again. And again. Five times total. And every time, there appeared to be this heaviness between us. A heaviness we both did not know. On the fifth evening, everything shifted.

She was now sitting closer, her thigh up against mine. My body tightened, but I chose to remain still, feeling overwhelmed by her warmth.

“Ever wonder… what it feels like?” she asked suddenly, a husky edge to her voice.

I turned to face her. My throat went dry. “What?”

She seemed to pause, then slowly reached out with her fingers, barely touching my arm. I could almost convince myself it had not happened. But it had; I felt it everywhere.

Then, as if to see how far she could go, her hand moved up—over my shoulder, down my back. Her fingers were outlining my breast through my thin camisole.

My breath stalled. Everything in me said this is new, this is different, this is wrong. But it didn’t feel wrong. It felt really good.

“Rohini,” my voice caught in my throat.

“Shhh,” she said, leaning back just enough to make her lips only a breath away from mine.

“I just… I want to see if something happens to you. I trust you. I can’t say that for anyone else.” Trust.

Trust was the word that unravelled me. I should truthfully have said no. I should have moved away from her. I didn’t. Then she kissed me. Her lips were softer than I had pictured.

They hesitated and then, when I didn’t pull away, grew more confident. My body responded before my mind caught up with my lungs. They were already breathing in shallow pants.

Her fingers skated down my arm, making smooth conjectures I could not see on my skin. I felt my hesitation begin to dissolve, replaced with something much more powerful.

“Just relax,” she said, brushing her lips against mine.

I didn’t realise until then that I had paused my breath, breathless. Until she kissed me deeply and teasingly, and smelled her tongue against mine. I let out a soft whimper before I could catch it.

She smiled against my lips, “See? That did feel good.” I could not answer.

My hands were on her waist, fingers wrapping on the fabric of her dress. She shifted herself just so that her knee came between my thighs. It causes a delicious heat to pool low in my belly.

Her hands explored my body. Her fingers followed the curve of my 28-inch waist, and then they rested on my hips. I felt a shiver run through me when she pressed up against me. Her 30-inch waist melted into mine, and her small yet full breasts against my stiff ones.

Her darker areolas stood out against her pale skin. I found myself momentarily unable to tear my eyes away. I shivered excitedly and embarrassedly, though before I could say something, her lips were on me again—kissing, tasting, kneeling at the altar of my chest.

Her hands slipped lower, her fingers treading the waistband of my shorts, and I caught my breath. “Rohini….” She paused and looked up at me. “Do you want me to stop?”

Should I? Every nerve in my body screamed no, but my mind was still processing what was happening. She must have seen the conflict in my eyes because she smiled softly, pressing one last kiss to my lips.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

But I was ready. Maybe I had been ready all along.

So when her fingers dipped lower, teasing the edge of my panties, I didn’t stop her. Instead, I arched into her touch, giving way to desire.

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