Erotica from India: Unexpected intimacy during an academic study/revision session

[erotica_n_s]

Basic idea: “Platonic” friends get a little carried away during a study session - he kisses her stomach - repeatedly. The scene looks (something) like this:

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Yes, if you want to change the ethnicity of the characters, feel free. Indeed, feel free to take this story idea, or elements from it, and develop it any way you want.

I've (kind of) discussed this one before (here and here)

• She: Anita, a post-grad candidate, originally from India, now studying abroad.
• He: Jay, Anita’s new colleague/friend helping her prepare for her post-graduate exam.

• They’re in her room, at her desk, with a laptop computer on it. They’re looking through previous exam questions on the laptop.
• The desk is in the corner of the room, so the left side edge of the desk is against the wall, and the ‘back’ of the desk is against the perpendicular wall.
• He’s sitting on a chair (maybe a swivel-chair)
• She’s standing to his left side, between him and the wall.
• She’s a woman from India, so she’s wearing a saree, a costume that leaves the waist partially uncovered, a bit like the image below.

• They’re both in their twenties. They’ve known each other a few months, they’ve been working together, they’re colleagues/platonic friends now.
• But it’s a somewhat awkward ‘friendship’. She’s a very quiet, timid, reserved person. He’s quite outspoken, unafraid to state his opinions.
• She happens to think he’s a really arrogant guy, she finds his behaviour profoundly irritating at times, but he’s academically brilliant, and he could help her with her exam preparation, and she could use that help. So, it’s an awkward friendship – on the surface, polite, professional, but they’re not necessarily very fond of each other as individuals.
• But, well, they’re both really good-looking people, and – you guessed it – an unspoken sexual tension has been building between them.

• She’s a virgin, and here’s a little complication: she’s engaged to be married to another man.
• We’re talking about a Hindu woman from India, so yes… it’s going to be an arranged marriage.
• But the wedding is next year, scheduled for after her post-grad programme is completed.

• Anyway – back to the “now” – their study session. This guy. He sees this beautiful young woman, probably the first time he’s seen her wearing a saree, standing there in front of him, her partially uncovered waist at the level of his face.
• He gets turned on. And he decides it’s time to see where things can go.

• He has the ‘answer cards’. He asks her a question. She answers correctly. He places his hand upon her bare waist.
• Anita is utterly shocked by this – she sees it as a thoroughly brazen touch. Indignant, and blushing furiously, she pushes his hand away. She feels violated. She struggles to maintain her composure. “What are you doing, Jay?!!”
• But Jay is unperturbed. He asks her the next question. A few moments later, Anita has calmed down a little, and tries to pretend that what just happened, didn’t just happen. She answers the question Jay asks.
• Again, she answers correctly, and again, Jay places his hand – the flat of his palm, upon the bare flesh of her lovely waist, this time, grasping her flesh in his palm, and giving her flesh a nice, strong squeeze/knead, causing her to gasp – a deep, thick gasp.
• Again she is flabbergasted. She pushes his hand away, “What do you think you are doing, Jay?!! Will you stop it?”

• Again, a few moments later, they continue as if nothing had happened.
• Another exam question, the correct answer from Anita, and… Jay lightly ‘teases’ her, caressing her waist with a gossamer-light stroke with the backs of his fingers.
• This time, Anita responds by slapping Jay, hard – indeed, two full pelt slaps, one on each side of his face “YOU. BASTARD. I. TOLD. YOU. TO. STOP. IT”.
• She is clearly in a rage, her eyes welling up, and as she is now breathing heavily, oh-my-god her breasts are rising and falling so beautifully, it’s quite something to behold. He’s just been slapped like no-one’s ever slapped him before, but Jay’s erection only grows harder. He laughs it off “Hey, okay, okay, alright…”

• A few moments later, “You okay now?” and it’s time for the next question. And she had to answer correctly.
• Jay sighs. He looks into her eyes and shrugs. Once again, he places his hand upon her waist, and kneads her warm flesh with a strong squeezing action, with the palm of his hand. With another lovely gasp, and tears streaming down her pretty cheeks now, “Jay,” she protests, this time a very weak protest.

• Jay pulls her towards himself, and wraps his arms around her waist, and plants a warm kiss upon her stomach. The kiss feels so good. She turns her face away. “Jay, please…” Her voice trembles.
• “Listen, we’ve got to continue. Next question…” And though her voice trembles, she answers correctly again.
• Another warm kiss on her stomach, this time the kiss lasts a little longer. “Jay, I’m begging you… please stop…” her voice trailing into a weak whisper. He has her locked in a vice-like grip, and the kiss just feels so good, just so good.
• And… she’s starting to get wet. Her nipples… well, feeling tight and hard. Something she’s never felt before – sexual arousal. You bastard, you utter, utter bastard, she silently, helplessly curses him – and herself, for allowing herself to taste temptation.

• But the next question, she answers incorrectly. He makes her turn around, she doesn’t know why.
• And it was sudden – a sharp, hard spank upon her bottom, and he gently coaches her through the correct answer.

• And so they continue, for the next few hours – despite her initial outrage, she has now surrendered to his programme – every correct answer rewarded with a warm, lingering, richly affectionate kiss on her stomach, and every incorrect answer punished with a sharp spank.

• Now I’m not quite sure how the scene/act ends.
• Maybe, after going through all the exam questions, and having kissed her repeatedly, he has her completely sexually aroused, but he has not given her an orgasm. He wishes her good luck for her exam the following day, and takes his leave.
• But maybe, shortly afterwards, she knocks on his door, and asks him to make love to her properly, because she is so aroused, she can’t think straight.
• Or maybe, when he gets back to his own flat, he receives a phone call, where she asks him to come back to her room/flat.
• Or maybe, he performs cunnilingus on her at the end of their revision session, bringing her to orgasm and thereby giving her some relief.
• Another option might be, he performs cunnilingus on her before he leaves, but she still calls him back (or she goes to his room/flat) and tells him that although he brought her to orgasm through cunnilingus, she now needs actual penetrative sex to relieve her sexual arousal.

Okay, I’m not quite sure…

 

[Whanmore]

I feel like you should just write this. Youve got everything you need

 

[MohanSingh]

This story ventures on the absurd.

The description of characters is off. Why would a woman let a man she does not like into a private intimate space with her? Why is she wearing a saree on this day? What does she usually wear?

Make the touching more subtle. I want to see more push and pull between them before he becomes brazen.

 

[NewOldGuy77]

I’m all in; would love to see her end up pregnant, and the social consequences