Jonali squeezed her pussy lips in an attempt to manage the intense orgasm that was building up and it sent Rajiv into a frenzy. He fucked her hard and fast and started cumming inside her as she orgasmed hard. “Oh,” Rajiv moaned as Jonali squeezed her pussy around his orgasming cock draining the last drops of cum from it.
“You are surprisingly good at sex.”
“It was my first time,” Jonali murmured peevishly.
“What?” Rajiv exclaimed incredulously. “Damn, I wouldn’t have guessed.”
Jonali had ruptured her hymen long back during a masturbation session with a cucumber. She told him about it.
“I knew you were wild behind that good girl exterior,” Rajiv smiled, making her weirdly conscious of her nakedness.
Jonali collected her clothes and started tidying up.
“Don’t be in such a hurry to cover that magnificent body,” Rajiv said.
Jonali blushed. Nobody had passed such comments about her body before and she felt good about herself, for a change. Rajiv gave her breast a squeeze before she put her bra on. He handed her a pill and a packet of condoms. She looked at him inquisitively.
“That’s a morning after pill. In the heat of the moment, I didn’t wear a condom. You don’t want a baby now, do you? And keep the pack of condoms for the next time — remind me to put it on.”
Jonali said nothing but put the pill and the condom packet in her bag.
“So, the guy you’re meeting — is he Bong too?”
Jonali nodded.
“Good luck.”
“If the past is any indication, this will be another rejection.” Jonali said, in a matter-of-fact way.
“Well, any guy would be crazy to pass up on you. You are freakish hot.”
Rajiv slapped Jonali’s butt as she stepped out from his office. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed his door was locked. There was a housekeeping guy mopping on the other side of the office who looked up at Jonali as she walked out. She wondered if he suspected anything. She hailed a cab and reached the restaurant where she was supposed to meet the guy.
His name was Saptarishi.
“Call me Papun,” Saptarishi said, as they shook hands, “And you are Papel!”
Jonali rolled her eyes. Bengalis loved their pet names, but she had never been too attached to “Papel”. She told him she preferred Jonali. They talked about general stuff for about ten minutes before Saptarishi revealed that he had been unwilling to come and had been coaxed by his mother. He told Jonali he wasn’t prepared for marriage and she shouldn’t consider it a rejection.
“You’re a hoot,” Saptarishi said, “but I am just not there.”
“I understand.” Jonali said. They made small talk for some more time, ordered some appetizers and drinks and then called for the bill. Jonali insisted on splitting the bill.
When they paid up, Jonali walked over to the restroom to wash up. There was a washbasin and a unisex bathroom stall next to it. Jonali’s panty was soaked from Rajiv’s cum and her own wetness. She decided to go into the stall and clean up. She put the toilet seat down, raised up her saree and peeled her panty down. She tore off some tissues from the toilet roll and started wiping off the cum flowing from her pussy. That’s when the door flung open. It was Saptarishi.
Jonali realized she had not locked the stall properly. Saptarishi looked at her face and then at her raised saree and her pussy and froze. Instead of stepping out and closing the door, he stepped in and closed the door and started apologizing. Jonali’s pussy was bare in front of a second guy on the same day. There was something weirdly exciting about this. Her pussy quivered as she let the saree fall over her pussy.
“Do you wanna fuck?” Jonali asked Saptarishi.
His mouth dropped but he managed to nod ‘yes’.
Jonali quickly undid Saptarishi’s pants without saying another word and took his semi-hard cock out. He wasn’t as big as Rajiv but was big enough. He was hard in seconds. Jonali took out a condom from the packet Rajiv had given her and asked Saptarishi to put it on. She then unceremoniously turned around and raised her saree and petticoat and bent forward. Taking the cue, Saptarishi spread her ass cheeks a little and pushed his cock between them.
“Wrong hole, buddy,” exclaimed Jonali as Saptarishi’s cock was at the entrance of her butt hole.
Jonali put her hand around, grabbed his condom-clad erection and guided it into her pussy. Saptarishi said something about her being so wet — he didn’t know he was fucking a woman with another man’s cum as lube. Within a minute of two, Saptarishi ejaculated into the condom inside Jonali. He quickly put his pants on and stepped out. She closed the door of the stall and sat down on the toilet seat again. She quickly masturbated herself to an orgasm. She peed and washed her pussy. Then she tidied up and stepped out. She looked around for Saptarishi, who was standing at the door of the restaurant.
“Wow, that was something,” Saptarishi exclaimed when Jonali walked up to him, “But I hope that doesn’t give you a wrong impression.” He was trying to gauge if Jonali was expecting a proposal in return for the bathroom sex.
“It was just sex. Get over it,” Jonali said, and walked away, never to see him again.
You know how we sometimes have a commentary of our own lives running in our heads when we are alone and thinking. Jonali had that too. As she got on the metro, her inner voice said, “And just like that, a slut was born.”