We Hate Boys

We decided to share a Paying Guest (PG) accommodation together. We had been roommates during our college days as well. Both our families knew each other and were happy that we would be staying together in the new city.

Kolkata, the City of Joy, is a place where dreams are born and nurtured. After securing jobs through campus placements, I (Aisha) and my best friend (Diya) moved to Kolkata. We both got placed in IT companies with good packages. We were overjoyed to have secured jobs in the same city.

We decided to share a Paying Guest (PG) accommodation together. We had been roommates during our college days as well. Both our families knew each other and were happy that we would be staying together in the new city. The one secret they didn't know was that both of our boyfriends had also secured jobs in Kolkata.

We were thrilled to be away from our parents and leading a life of our own. Diya and I had been close friends since engineering. We had been roommates since our first year and understood each other perfectly, often completing each other's sentences.

We often joked about how, if we weren't interested in boys, we could happily marry each other. I had been in a relationship since my second year with a guy from the same college and class. We had been together for almost four years and were considered the ideal couple in college.

Diya, on the other hand, didn't think about relationships until her fourth year. During her internships in the summers of her third and fourth years, something changed. She became a serial dater, going out on dates very regularly. Her relationships would last from two weekends to a maximum of six months.

Her latest relationship was the longest one. She was dating a 28-year-old guy who had been in Kolkata for quite some time. I could definitely say that she had more sexual experiences than me in the last couple of years. We discussed her dates in detail, and I knew all about them.

The first few months in Kolkata were a honeymoon period. But slowly, things started to sour between me and my boyfriend. If I asked him, he would say it was work. We both had become busy, and all the nice things started fading away.

We used to talk on the phone daily, but now he either spent time working or with his roommates. Even though we stayed in the same city, we only met on weekends. I was super pissed about this. He started drinking more, and he was mostly hungover during our weekend dates.

It felt like the spark between us no longer existed. On one such Saturday evening, after a fight with my boyfriend about how he couldn't make time for us, I came back to our room feeling furious. I threw my handbag on the floor and fell on the bed. Diya was observing this from her bed.

"Di, another fight?" Diya asked, using the nickname for Diya. "Yes! Looks like this is our new normal," I replied, annoyed. She could see it through my demeanor, which is why she had been my best friend.

"Do you want to talk about it, Di?" Diya asked.

"No!" I gave a sharp reply.

Diya stood up from the bed and came to mine. She pulled me up and hugged me. "These things happen in relationships."

"These things always happen to me, Di!" I replied reluctantly, hugging her back. Her touch was so warm and calming that I couldn't stay without hugging her. Within a few seconds, I was involuntarily pressing her against me. It always calmed me down.

"Okay, let's not talk about it. I don't want to spoil the rest of the night. I was hoping we could finish the Korean series tonight," Diya said.

"Hmmm," I mumbled.

"I don’t like this frown on your face," she said, squeezing my cheeks and shaking my head.

"I don’t know how to get out of this mood. He spoiled the evening and, eventually, this entire weekend. I had so many hopes for this weekend," I replied.

"Hmm, I understand. Sit down first."

She sat on the bed and made me sit down on the floor between her legs, my back leaning against her legs. She undid my hair, pulled my head back, and slowly massaged my temples. It felt so comforting.

"Why do guys stop loving after some time in a relationship?" I asked.

"It's a joke that you're asking me, Di. You know it better, but I do get what you're saying," Diya replied. She slowly moved my hair around my neck and gently pressed it on the back of my neck with her fingers. She knew exactly what would calm my nerves.

My frown vanished, and I was slowly relaxing my head on her knees, facing the fan.

"You like this?" Diya asked.

"Yes!" I replied with a long sigh. "I just miss those moments with him. We would hold hands and kiss without reason for a minute together," I said, getting angry again.

She just pressed my lips with her fingers. "No angry talk. Only happy talk. It does happen after some time in all relationships. Yours is at least years together. These days, it's happening within a few months. Look at my boyfriend, I think I have kissed his cock more than his lips," she replied.

"Hahaha," I laughed. "I thought your boyfriend was all romantic," I said.

"He was! All he needs now is just sex and nothing much. We don’t even talk about feelings," Diya replied.

"What happens to guys after some time? Either they can think with their logical brain or their cock. What happened to thinking with the heart!" I said. "All I wanted today was to kiss him for a long time and melt in his hands."

"You could still have kissed him after the fight, you know. Maybe he would have suckled on these cute lips immediately," she said, pulling me gently and massaging my shoulders. I could feel the tension getting relieved from my neck and spine.

"Mmmmmm," I let out a loud moan. She could see how relieved I was with her neck and shoulder massage. "He could have done that without me asking, you know. I like it that way, and he also knows that," I said.

She pulled my head back and gave me a strong kiss on my lips. I could feel her lips touching mine, and my lips slowly gave in, kissing her back. I quickly regained my senses and pinched her foot next to me.

"Ouch!" she broke the kiss. "You wanted it!" she said. I pinched her again, smiling shyly. "Ouch! Ouch! Okay, I won't do it again," she replied laughingly. It was not the first time she kissed me. We had kissed before, too, on drunk nights. We loved each other's company so much.

I looked at her face. My lipstick color was on her lips. I rubbed it off, laughing at her. "Thank God! You are finally laughing. Yay!" She said, "I think we can get back to watching the Korean series now." She went and fell on her bed and opened the laptop immediately.

I also quickly got out of my pants and was searching for my shorts. She looked at my panty color and said, "Fancy color! No wonder your boyfriend did not know what was in store for him tonight!"

"Do you like the color?" I turned around and quickly removed the panty, and got into the shorts. By the time I turned around, she was looking at me.

"Anything would look good on that ass, Di!" she playfully remarked.

"You always make fun of my ass!" I said. I also lay next to her and pinched her exposed thigh in shorts for the remark. "I am serious. Is the color good?" I asked.

"It’s sexy, Di. He would not have left those panties on for long if he had seen you in that," Diya replied. I let out a sigh and said, "Gone are those days. There were days when he would lie between these legs until I could not feel them."

"Why would he just lie between your legs?" she innocently asked.

"He was eating me out, buddhu!" I replied.

"Haha, Gotcha! What, he does not eat you anymore now?" Diya asked.

"It’s not the same. It feels like he is in a rush. He has changed now," I replied.

"Oh, your poor pussy is missing those kisses!" she said, tickling me around my waist. "Stop, you know how I feel about tickling," I was laughing hard and trying to escape her tickles. She had me in her grip and wasn’t stopping.

She would just run her fingers under my t-shirt on my waist length-wise. I would roll on the bed.

"I know that you get horny also with tickles," she continued to tickle.

I was laughing hard and crying. I was literally begging her to stop. She finally let me go. I was panting. She was laughing, lying next to me. All my bad feelings about the evening were gone. I was looking at the ceiling and feeling good. Thanks to Diya.

"Thanks for taking care of me this evening, Di!" I pulled her onto me and hugged her tight. Her face was on my neck, and her boobs were spread over mine. I could feel that she was not wearing a bra. I could not feel anything during the hug.

She was feeling suffocated and asking me to let go. I said I would not. She started kissing and licking my neck. It started tickling again. I let her go and said, "I love you, Di. You are my savior!" I pulled her face and gave a quick peck on her lips.

She just moved away from my face and said, "I love you too, Di! You are my darling!" She just dropped on me, kissing me again.

This time, the kissing did not stop. I also did not want it to stop. Her soft, well-moisturized lips felt so good. I just parted my lips to taste them even more. She moved her lips apart and took my lips into hers. She just moved her entire body onto me. Her hips were lying between my legs.

I just wrapped my legs around her ass, pressing her between my legs. She was gently caressing my arms and pulling them over my head while suckling on my lips. For both of us, it did not feel wrong. I did not want that kiss to end. I wrapped my arms around her.

She moved from kissing my lower lip to my upper lip and back to my lower lip. Our tongues met. We let our tongues touch each other and invite them in. She just pulled me to the side, without breaking the kiss, and removed my bra hook on top of my t-shirt.

It just relieved the pressure on my chest, and I let out a gasp into her mouth. She started running the tip of my tongue, and I was trying to bite it. She was making me go weak in my knees. I could not control and bit her lower lip. She moaned out loud.

"Sorry!" I whispered and gave gentle kisses on her lower lip as if it were a cure. She was taken aback by the bite. She looked straight into my eyes and said, "I like biting! Please don’t stop!"

I inserted my hands into her t-shirt on the back, exploring her back and pulling her into me. She was sucking on my tongue and biting on it and making me moan into her mouth. I lifted her t-shirt off and let her boobs fall in front of me. I always liked her boobs.

She had big areolas with large soft boobs. She just pushed my face toward her boobs. "This is where I want you to bite!" she said. Something took me over, and her weight on my pussy was just making everything melt. I could feel the moisture and heat coming from it. I think she could feel that, too.

I held her boobs in two hands, took a good look at them, pressed them together, and brought them to my lips. Her scent was intoxicating. I started kissing her boobs, slowly going toward the nipples. Her nipples were hard and protruding. I rubbed those nipples on my lips. It felt so nice.

"Stop teasing, kiss them!" Diya whispered.

"Not right away!" I said. I started planting small kisses, one nipple at a time. I circled my tongue on the areolas one after the other. I could hear her breathing hard. Then I just took them into my mouth. I held them in my mouth, sucking on the nipple and flicking it with my tongue.

She was moaning, "Di! This feels so good. Please don’t stop." I took that as a signal and started gently pulling the nipple with my teeth. She was twisting her entire body every time I did that. I would suck the nipple, flick it with my tongue in my mouth, and bite the nipple until she moaned.

I would repeat the same on the other nipple. She pulled herself up and removed my t-shirt. Quickly removed the already loosened bra and started eating my boobs. My boobs are bigger than hers. They won’t fit in a single hand. She separated the boobs and started kissing in between.

She ran her tongue through the gap from below to the neck and the lips and kissed my lips. She held both of my boobs in her hand, flicking the nipples with one finger and sucking on my tongue at the same time. I was in ecstasy. The pleasure was unbearable.

Permeating through my body every time she flicked my nipples. I hugged her tight and bit her tongue every time I had a chance. She was pressing onto my pussy with her body. She started moving her body in a circular motion while flicking my nipples and kissing me at the same time.

This was something I had never experienced in life. I think watching porn pays off in some way. I was moaning hard, hugging her even tighter, and I might have had a small orgasm just with her body rubbing on my clit. I let out a gasp, and she knew what she was doing.

She stood up and removed her shorts. I could see her beautiful pussy hiding in her hair where her smooth thighs meet. She spread my legs and looked at my pussy. I was dying of shyness. She put her palm on my pussy, her wet and cold palm on my already leaking pussy.

She ran a finger from top to bottom, gently going deeper, making her finger moist. She just looked at me and licked my finger. I was mind-blown. My head was spinning. I felt like blood drained from my brain into my legs. I was in her control. She spread my legs gently and far.

Then I saw her head disappear between my legs, and I closed my eyes. I could feel her lips touch my clean-shaven pussy. This was different from my boyfriend’s kiss. I was enjoying it. She covered my clit with her mouth while spreading the pussy lips with her fingers.

She did the same thing I did to her nipples. I could feel the wet tongue flapping against my clit and flicking it. I was shaking with pleasure. I was trying to press her between my thighs, but she was in control. She flicked, and I could hear me moan harder. I was literally crying.

She did not stop. Liquids were oozing from my pussy. She would occasionally lick the entire pussy and get back to flicking my clit. I knew I was close. She also knew I was close. That’s when she inserted two fingers into my pussy. Not one, two!

Her slender fingers gently stretched out my pussy walls. She started thrusting them in and out while kissing my clit. I could not control it anymore. My thighs and legs were literally shaking, and I could feel the liquids running from my pussy down to my ass cheeks.

She was holding one of my boobs, her mouth over the clit, and fingers playing in my pussy. She touched my G-Spot, and I could not control it anymore. I cried out loud. I think everyone outside would have heard it, too. I orgasmed like never before. I held her head close to my pussy while I was gasping for breath.

She knew I had the best orgasm of my life, but she did not stop fingering. I orgasmed again, again, and again. I just lay flat with my hands wide and my legs shaking. That’s when she stopped. She came onto me, kissed my lips, and I was lying with zero energy left in my body. She drained it all.

All I could remember was kissing her lips and tasting my liquids on her face. She hugged me and lay down next to me. I don’t know when I dozed off, but I blacked out until the next morning.

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