Echoes of Anu – Part 2 (Messy Miracles)

Hello everyone, this is Anu Shain, 30 years old (34D and 5’6″ tall) from a Marathi and Telugu background, living abroad for a decade now. I want to share another story with ISS readers.

This story happened right after my previous story, Echoes of Anu EP 1 Infidelity Kiss. This story happened in the year 2012 when I was stuck between my boyfriend Arjun, best friend Priya, and my new crush Vishnu; a single notification sparked hope as I navigated my life’s messy kinks.

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I adjust my handbag as Mani hands over our luggage.

Mani: “Take care, okay? And Priya, don’t forget those records you asked me to write.”

Priya smirks, pulling a couple of records from her bag and handing them to Mani.

Priya: “Here. Make sure you do my work first!” (She leans in, kissing his cheek, while arranging her neckline, letting Mani see her soft 34D size boobs in a flash.) “Consider it your reward.”

Mani flushed red, muttering under his breath as he waved goodbye and flagged an auto. Priya nudges me playfully as we head inside the airport.

Priya: “Guess he’s happy now, huh?”

I laugh softly, shaking my head. As we reach the counter, I purchase the cheapest flight to Pune. My budget is a constant reminder that I can’t escape because of my overspending.

Priya: “Four hours, Anu? Why didn’t you just book the earlier flight? Now we’re stuck here.”

I sighed, trying to muster the courage to explain. “Because I’m trying to save money, Priya. I’ve been spending too much… on maintaining this group, lending money to friends.”

Priya’s smile faded, her tone suddenly defensive.

Priya: “Wait, are you saying I don’t spend my own money? That I rely on you for everything?”

Her misunderstanding stung. “No, that’s not what I meant! I’m just saying… It’s been hard to keep up.”

Priya: “Right. It’s hard to keep up with people like me, huh?”

She crossed her arms on her bubbly boobs, and I felt the familiar pang of guilt settle in. I looked at Priya, the girl I’ve known forever, the one who’s always been by my side. The airport was quiet, with no air traffic. It felt like we were the only ones in the world. I decided this was the moment to finally speak up.

Me: “You know, Priya, I’ve always been the one giving, right? Always making sure you’re comfortable, taking care of things, even when I don’t have much left for myself.”

I recalled the time I never said no when she asked for late-night scissoring, or when I paid for her wine because she had no cash. “I didn’t expect anything back, and I just wanted to help.”

Priya: “Well, I’ve done my part too, haven’t I?”

She crossed her arms and leaned back, almost defiantly.

Priya: “Like that time I didn’t complain when you were asking me to finger you while class was going on and you taking forever to reach orgasm? Or when I always let you taste my pussy before I taste yours?”

But something in her tone didn’t sit right. It wasn’t pride. It was bitter. The words came out harsher than she probably intended.

Priya: “You always make it seem like you’re the only one who sacrifices me sexually, better than my boyfriend,, Charan. Maybe you’re just too busy being the ‘perfect slut’ to see what I’ve done.”

Her jealousy hung thick in the air, and I wondered how long she’d been holding this inside. The Vizag airport was almost empty, with only a handful of flights scheduled; the place felt more like a waiting room for forgotten travellers. I couldn’t find anything to eat. So I slumped into one of the uncomfortable chairs by the window, my mind tangled in thoughts of Arjun.

I stared out, letting the silence swallow me. Arjun… He was so distant lately, buried in university politics. I couldn’t shake the feeling that even my attempt to have hardcore rough sex, blowjob in a university boy’s washroom, and threesome with our junior could not out-focus his rationality. A sudden voice broke through my thoughts.

Priya: “Hey, don’t look so gloomy! We’ll be out of here soon.”

She plopped down beside me, her usual carefree energy instantly lightening the air. There was a strange comfort in her presence, something that reminded me of our years in the hostel, having sex and sharing stuff when we could face anything together.

Priya: “Look, Anu, we’ve always had each other’s backs, haven’t we?”

I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. She wasn’t the problem. Our friendship, this bond we shared, was still solid.

Priya: “I’m just gonna go to the washroom. Charan’s calling.”

She stood up, leaving me alone again. But this time, the emptiness didn’t feel so overwhelming. My phone buzzed with a text from Priya: “Come to the ladies’ room. Bring the bags.”

I sighed, gathering both pieces of baggage and weaving through the terminal toward the washroom. As I stepped inside, I was greeted by the unexpected pristine space, gleaming tiles, and soft ambient lighting. It felt more like a luxury hotel than an airport restroom. Priya was already there, standing confidently in front of the mirror with a wild, mischievous grin.

Priya: “You’re here! Great. Take my phone.”

Before I could ask, she handed it to me and raised her top, pulled her bra strips, and struck a dramatic pose, flipping her hair like a movie star while showing off her milky white boobs.

Priya: “Charan’s whining about missing me already. He wants some fresh naked pictures before I leave. Make them good, okay?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Priya’s antics were the same as ever, unpredictable, but oddly comforting. “Alright, Miss Desi pornstar. Let’s get your best angles bitch!.” Priya twirled in front of the mirror without her top, pouting and hanging her 34D-sized Milky white boobs in her usual dramatic poses. I snapped a few pictures, but a playful idea struck me.

“Hey, Priya, how about something more slutty? Maybe… sit on the floor and give me your best-squeezed boob tantrum pose?”

Her eyes widened. “On the floor? Are you serious?” I shrugged, grinning. “Why not? It’ll be a sexy bitch!. Besides, Charan would love to see your slutty side for once.”

She hesitated, her earlier guilt from our conversation still lingering. Then, with a deep breath, she plopped onto the spotless washroom floor and stuck out her tongue, pretending to throw her boobs at her phone.

I laughed so hard, tears welled up. “Perfect! Stay like that, Charan thinks you’re ready to give a blowjob with this pose!” After a few snaps, I put the phone down and pulled her into a hug. She froze, caught off guard.

Me: “Oh, Priya. Thanks for being… a slut.”

She didn’t say anything, but I felt her tension melt as she hugged me back, her soft boobs pressed into my chest. Priya pulled me closer, her hug warm and reassuring. I felt a gentle kiss on my lips, and for the first time in a while, I felt horny in seconds.

Priya: “You’re too hard on yourself, Anu. Let it go. I’ve got you.” Slowly, she removed my dress.

I smiled softly, dressed in front of Priya in my bra and panties, to grab her. Priya followed, rummaging through my bra hook.

Me: “Let’s take advantage of this clean ladies’ room. Might as well feel fresh after some fun.”

We carried each other into a stall. As I started to remove her jeans, I hesitated before speaking, my voice softer than usual. “Priya, do you ever feel like this horny… stuck in lust?”

Priya: “With you? Sometimes. Why?”

I sighed and removed my panties. “Arjun. It’s like we’re together, but we’re miles apart. I don’t know if we’re even right for each other anymore.” The silence stretched for a moment before Priya’s voice, quieter than I expected, broke through.

Priya: “Charan’s not exactly perfect either, you know. Sometimes… I feel like I’m just riding his dick. Like he’s not serious about my orgasm.”

I paused, folding Priya’s boobs. “What do you mean? He seems so into you.”

Priya: “He is. But it’s always on his terms. His moods, his kinks. Sometimes I wonder if I’m enough for him.”

I pulled on the toilet seat, leaning against the stall wall. “Priya, do you even want this? Or are you afraid to suck?” Then I showed her my boobs. She hesitated, her voice softer now.

Priya: “I don’t know. What about you and Arjun? Are you really happy with him drilling your pussy?”

I was thinking hard. “I thought I was. But lately, it feels like we’re just… going through the motions. He’s so distant, so logical. I miss feeling romantic.”

Priya: “So why fuck him?”

As I adjusted my boobs in her mouth, I felt a sudden wave of fingers rubbing my pussy which made me keep buried.

Me: “Priya,” I began hesitantly, “there’s… someone else. Vishnu.”

There was a long boob-sucking before Priya’s shocked voice shot back. Priya: “Vishnu? The engineering guy? Are you serious, Anu?” And kissed me on the lips while fingering me.

Her judgment stung, but I understood her surprise. “It’s not what you think. He’s… different. He listens, and he makes me feel seen in ways Arjun never does. I believe he is great in sex, too.”

We stepped out of the stalls, the tension still hanging between us. Priya grabbed a hair from my back, and we took turns sucking each other’s boobs.

Priya: “Seen? Or just excited by the attention? Be careful, Anu. Guys like Vishnu can be… complicated.”

I met her gaze in the mirror. “And what about Charan? Don’t you deserve more, too?” I touch her wet pussy. Her silence spoke volumes as we continued untangling not just our fingers but emotions.

Priya gently dabbed my pussy on her face, her expression conflicted as she spoke.

Priya: “I don’t know, Anu. Part of me wants to leave Charan… but the money? It makes things easier. A lot easier.”

I wasn’t surprised; Priya had always been practical, sometimes too much so. Then I bit my lips in silence, giving her time to lick my pussy.

Me: “Is that enough, though? Money can’t make you happy, Priya. What about sex satisfaction?”

She paused, holding my clit mid-air, teasing me.

Priya: “Maybe not. But it’s easier to fake orgasm when you’re not satisfied, you know?”

I met her eyes in the mirror, tension building between us she worked on my pussy lips.

Me: “You’ve always been honest about what you want. Just make sure it’s not costing you more than it’s worth.”

She sighed; I slid my fingers in her hair with a steady hand for grip.

Priya: “And you? Are you ready to let Arjun go for Vishnu? Or are you just chasing a fantasy to fuck both same time?”

Her words stung, but I couldn’t deny the kink in them. I stood before the mirror, finally feeling my orgasm. My pussy was flawless, my mind lighter, thanks to Priya. For once, I felt… okay.

Then, with a loud creak, the door swung open. A cleaning lady stepped in, her eyes widening at the chaotic scene. Clothes were strewn across the stalls, makeup smudges decorated the walls, and the floor looked like a battlefield of two naked warriors.

Cleaning Lady: “Looks like a beauty parlour exploded in here!”

Priya and I froze, our faces heating with embarrassment, our boobs hanging out, trying to cover our pussy with one hand and nipples with the other.

Priya: “Oh God, Anu, what did we do?”

We scrambled to clean up, got dressed, folding clothes and wiping the counters as quickly as we could. Before leaving, I placed a 100-rupee note on the counter, smiling sheepishly.

Me: “Thank you… And sorry for the mess.”

The lady grinned, shaking her head.

Cleaning Lady: “You girls are something else.”

As we walked out, Priya nudged me, her laughter breaking the tension. “Well, at least we’re a team, messy or not.” The hum of the aeroplane engines filled the cabin as Priya chatted with the passengers beside her. I leaned back in my seat, staring out the small window, feeling an odd mix of calm and anticipation.

As the flight attendant announced to switch off electronic devices, I glanced at my phone one last time. A single notification lit up the screen: “Vishnu accepted your friend request.”

My heart skipped a beat. A small smile crept onto my face, a glimmer of something new and unspoken taking root within me.

To be continued..