M/F, Straight
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This is a work of erotic fiction. This work will contain description of sexual intercourse between consenting adults, non-consenting adults, adults and children (both consensual and non-consensual). If you are turned off by such works, leave now. 

The events described in this story are fictional. 

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On the Rebound

I have known Nisha for over a year now. We met because she was my friend Pramod’s girl. Pramod and me were colleagues, I had just moved into town and this was his home town. We hit it off pretty well and soon our acquaintance blossomed into a friendship. It was about the same time that he began to see Nisha regularly. Their relationship was hard on me, basically because I found myself attracted to her too. I would fantasize about her, ogle at her and all the while know that I would never have her. 

She was about 5’6”, dusky, trim and most of all very casual. We shared a lot of interests and soon Nisha and I were friends in our own right. Although I had sexual intentions on her, I am sure she never harbored any such thoughts about me. We were however very comfortable in each other’s company. I used to notice that in the presence of his other friends she would be very conscious but with me she was cool. She never minded physical contact with me, we would hug every time we met, I would thump her back etc. All this to me were wonderful, ecstatic sexual encounters, but to her they were nothing more that signs of friendship.

Over time, our friendship grew deeper than the one I shared with Pramod. She would come to me with advice on virtually every topic. She was a virgin when she met him and she felt he wanted sex, she came to me for advice. If she had trouble at home, she came to me for advice. If she couldn’t decide on a course of action, she came to me for advice. 

I was privy to everything in her life. I knew what she thought, what she ate, her interests, her sex life, everything. 

Then one Saturday evening I opened the door to find her standing there looking very shattered.

“What happened?” I asked her.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure, sure”, I opened the door for her, she walked in and plonked her self on my sofa.

“He says he can’t marry me.”

“When did he say that?”

“Did you know about this earlier?” she asked me accusingly.

“Nish, if I did don’t you think I would have talked him out of it?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m so pissed off. After all the trouble I went through to convince my parents that I wanted to marry only him, he goes and does this to me.”

“I’m sorry, but did he give you any reason for his decision.”

“The scumbag can’t stand up to his parents, that’s all. I should have seen this coming long ago.”

She was on the verge of breaking down. I decided to distract her for a while.

“Can I get you something to drink? Coffee maybe?”

“I need something stronger than coffee, do you have any whiskey in the house?”

I knew she didn’t drink or smoke, so I was surprised.

“Nish, are you sure you wanna do that?”

“Stop treating me like a baby. I used to drink before I met that prick, I stopped because he didn’t like it. Now can you give me a drink or should I go to a pub or something?”

“Okay, hold on to your horses, I’ll fix you one.”

I went into the kitchen to fix the drinks and get some snacks to go with the drinks. I heard her turn on the TV and flip channels looking for something she liked. She seemed to have settled on one of the music channels.

“Would you mind if I stayed the night?”

I was surprised to find her standing at the door of the kitchen, and by the question. In India women don’t just stay over at people’s places, especially not at a bachelor’s place.

“I don’t have a problem, but I don’t think your parents will take it that lightly.”

She picked up the phone that hung on my kitchen wall and dialed her place.

“Hi, mom? It’s me. I’ll be staying over at Priya’s place tonight.”

Her mom was speaking.

“Yeah! I know you are worried, but I don’t feel like being alone tonight. She is on night duty, so I’ll catch a movie and pick her up after she finishes duty. Don’t worry I’ll be home in the morning. If I’m not call me at her neighbor’s place. But for heaven sake don’t call till 9 or so. You know how they get irritated if they get calls too early.”

She listened to her mom speaking.

“Don’t worry please. I’ll get over it, I just don’t feel like being alone that’s all.”

She listened some more.

“I know that both of you are there, but it’s not the same. Please mom, try to understand.”

She listened again.

“Thanks mom. Love ya”

She placed the phone back on the hook, looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

“Simple, isn’t it?”

I shrugged.

Next she called Priya and apprised her of the situation. She also told her where she would be in case she had to get in touch with her.

“Well that’s set. My drink ready?”

I held up her glass. She came and took it from me. We carried the drinks out to the living room. She sat on one end of the long couch and I on the other. For a while we sipped our drinks in silence.

“Why do I end up with scumbags like him?”

“Am I included in the list?” I asked her, trying to ease the atmosphere a little.

She reached out and touched me on my feet. 

“You are the sweetest guy I know. Far from being a scum bag, I think you are the closest I had to a best friend.No, you are my only best friend. I can tell you things that I can’t even tell Priya. Now THAT is a compliment.”

I raised my glass in acceptance.

“You didn’t reply”, she prompted.

“Well, I wouldn’t call him a scum bag. It’s just that he’s one of those guys who listens to their parents, unlike some others I know.”

She smiled, “I don’t blame him for listening to his parents. But I am sure he knew or at least had a feeling that maybe they’d object. He could’ve spoken to them before I spoke to mine.”

We sat in silence.

“Oh! Ajay! What a mess I have made of my life. Everybody in the family knows I was going out with him. I’m sure some even suspect he was fucking me. What a joke I have become!”

She began to cry. I sat forward and held her in my arms. I’m ashamed to say this, but I was turned on as hell, holding her like that.

“Hey! Cool it, it’s okay”, I told her.

She shook her head in my shoulders and continued to cry. I held her for a while, enjoying the moment, and also suffering for her.

“Why don’t they like me?” she asked.

“Maybe it’s because they don’t know you. I can’t see anybody who knows you not liking you.”

“You’re so sweet”, she said and reached up and kissed me on my cheek. Then she lay her head down on my shoulder. 

We sat that was for sometime.

“How come you never got involved with anybody?” she asked me.

“Maybe it’s because I never found anyone interesting enough.”

“Why do you always start your answers with ‘maybe’?”

“Maybe”, we both laughed. “Maybe it’s because I’m not sure of my answer.”

She kissed me again.

“Do you like me?”

“Is that a proposal?” I asked her.

“No, it’s just a question and you are not allowed to answer with a ‘maybe’.”

“I won’t. I like you”, I told her.

“How much?”

“More than I like a lot of people I know.”

She reached up and kissed my cheeks again. But this time it was different, her kiss was soft and tender. She did it again and again.

“Do you mind sleeping with some one you like or do you only sleep with someone you love?”

“Is that a proposal?” I asked.

“Hmmm”, she nodded.

I turned my face and kissed her on her lips. She parted them to allow my tongue to explore her mouth. Her arms went around me and she held me closer to her. We kissed for what seemed like forever. I brought my hands up to feel and squeeze her breasts. She moaned to show her approval of my actions, so I continued. 

After we broke the kiss, I helped her out of her t-shirt and bra. Then I bent forward and took her nipple between my lips. Holding her nipple with my lips, I flicked my tongue back and forth over its tip.

“Hmmmm, that’s wonderful”, she told me, so I did it for a little longer. Then I began to suck on her breast. I took her other nipple in my fingers and began to pinch and roll them.

She undid the single button on the front of my shorts and pulled my penis out. Her thump traced circular paths on the tip. Then she began to pump the semi-rigid penis into its full size.

I left her breasts and helped her out of her pants. Then I took off my clothes.

“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” I asked her.

“Let’s do it here. I always wanted to do it on a couch.” With these words she pushed me on to the couch and straddled me. 

My penis slid easily into her cunt. She was very well lubricated. After she had buried my sword to the hilt she held her nipples up for me.

“Do that again”, she requested.

Once again I held her nipples with my lips and flicked my tongue over it.

“Yess”, she cried as she began back and forth motions on my lap. 

Although well lubricated, her cunt was tight and I felt it all along the length of my penis. Her strokes were slow measured strokes. I held her hips and helped her with her movements.

“Oh yessss”, she cried.

Her eyes were closed, head thrown back and lips parted. She made a very erotic sight.

By now both of us were moving, meeting each other’s stroke half way.

“Yes Ajay, deeper please”

So, on each incoming stroke of hers I pulled her all the way to me, burying myself as deep as I could go.

Her breathing was getting labored and I felt she was reaching her orgasm. This was confirmed by the tightening of her cunt muscles around my penis. I could now feel it moving back and forth on my shaft. Her tightening of her vagina only served to bring me to the brink.

“Nisha, I’m almost there. Is it safe?”

She nodded without breaking pace, “I’m on this pill.”

So we fucked without anymore words. Our grunts and the smell of our sex filling the room. Then it happened, she achieved her orgasm. She banged into me and stayed there. Her nails bit into my back and her teeth into my shoulder. I began squirting my jism into her too. With my hands I pushed and pulled on her hips, forcing all my sperm out into her.

Her teeth were gritted together and she was breathing through mouth.

“Yes Ajay, I feel you”, she said.

And then it was over. I held her close, she had her arms around me. The ony sound was that of our labored breathing. After she got her breath back, she got off me.

“Where are you going?” I asked her.

“I’ll just go drain out the sperm”, she told me.

I held her arm.

“Stay here, I like watching the sperm ooze out of the woman’s cunt”, I told her.

She looked down at me and smiled.

“Okay”, she said and sat down on the couch, her head on the arm rest farthest from me. She stretched herself out and spread her legs. Her cunt was now facing me and I could watch the sight front on.

“Okay?” she asked.

I nodded. Then we both reached for our drinks and sipped it in silence.

“You like kinky sex, don’t you?” she asked me.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, isn’t this kinky? I’ve never heard any of my friends talk about someone who wants to watch their sperm ooze out of their cunts.”

I smiled.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” I asked her.

She shook her head.

“Initially I was shocked a little. But it’s cool, I kinda like it.”

Silence descended on us again.

“I’ve read your stories”, she told me.

“Pramod?”

“Yeah, he would show them to me. I would grimace reading them, but the fact is many of them turned me on.”

“Why grimace?”

“Well, a nice Indian girl isn’t supposed to enjoy being tied up or having hot wax dripped on her”, she said with a naughty twinkle in her eye.

I got up and lay over her, so our lips were almost touching.

“Who told you that you were a ‘nice Indian girl’?”

She pretended to think, “Come to think of it, noone.”

We laughed.

“Have you ever tried that stuff with anyone?” she asked me.

I shook my head, “Never found anyone who would even sit with her legs spread and let me watch my sperm ooze out.”

She kissed me, “Now that you have, do you intend to see what else she will let you do?”

Now I pretended to think, “Would she?”

“As long as she wouldn’t be maimed for life and no marks show outside”, she replied.

“You mean that?”

“Yes, I want to be a bad, dirty girl. Will you make me your slut?”
