Anisha’s mother kind of nodded at Rashi as she made her way to the restroom. She knocked.
Anisha opened the door to allow Rashi to enter and then closed it behind her.
“Do you need to pee?” Rashi asked.
Anisha took Rashi’s face in her hands and kissed her on the lips, gently but with a fiery firmness.
“Wherever I am, I will always love you,” Anisha whispered, withdrawing her lips from Rashi’s for moments. They kissed again, Rashi initiating the kiss this time. Rashi moved down to Anisha’s neck, licking her, biting her, fondling Anisha’s breasts through her blouse.
“My mom’s right outside, Rashi,” Anisha whispered.
But Rashi didn’t stop, licking her neck even more passionately, wetting it with saliva as with her hands, she undid the strings that held the blouse in place behind Anisha’s back. She unhooked Anisha’s bra then and dropped both the blouse and the bra to the floor. Rashi then began kissing Anisha’s perky breasts, sucking at her nipples ravenously, drawing soft moans out of Anisha. She alternated between Anisha’s nipples, playing with them with her tongue, flicking them down against her breast in circles; Anisha let out soft gasps of delight, holding Rashi’s head in her hands.
Rashi withdrew from her breasts suddenly and Anisha was about to bend down to put her bra and her blouse back on, when she began pushing Anisha towards the commode.
“Just returning the favor from the train station,” Rashi whispered in her ear, pulling on and loosening the drawstring that held Anisha’s lehenga-skirt up. The skirt dropped to the bathroom floor revealing a pair of lacy revealing panties.
“These were for tonight… for you,” Anisha whispered, looking at her shyly.
Rashi pulled Anisha’s panties down off her hips and as Anisha had in the train station bathroom stall, seated Anisha on the back of her closed commode seat. Rashi pulled Anisha’s legs wide to reveal her vagina – which had been waxed hairless in preparation for the wedding. She saw how wet Anisha’s vulva was; vaginal fluid was somehow forming bubbles near her clitoris, even as some of it had began dripping out onto her inner thighs. Rashi took the index and middle finger of her right hand and rubbed Anisha’s vaginal lips with them, in turn coating them with Anisha’s fluids. Then parting her vaginal lips with her left hand, she entered her with her fingers; Anisha bit on her lips to stifle a moan.
Rashi started finger-fucking her hard from the onset making Anisha yelp, partly with the pleasure and partly with the suddenness of the intensity.
“All OK inside, beta?” Anisha’s mother asked from outside the bathroom door.
“Her periods have started, aunty,” Rashi replied, making sure to continue thrusting her fingers in and out of Anisha’s vagina all the while. Anisha placed both hands on her mouth, breathing hard through her nostrils as each thrust drove her to the edge of ecstasy.
“Just helping her, it will take five minutes,” Rashi replied, while continuing with her thrusts. Anisha’s face and breasts were red and flushed and there was no way she could go outside in this state.
“OK, beta,” came the response from outside the door.
Rashi pulled one of Anisha’s hands off her mouth and took it in her left hand, gripping it tight; with fingers of her right hand, she kept prodding in and out of Anisha’s warm insides. Anisha took her hand off her mouth and opened it in a silent-scream; with her free hand, she gripped the edge of the commode seat, her perky breasts contracting and expanding in front of Rashi. She panted as she felt Rashi’s fingers ignite every molecule inside her vagina; she felt her vagina welcome them by generating more and more natural lubricant.
“Oh, Rashi…” Anisha whispered with a soft moan. Her vagina was slowly but surely drenching Rashi’s hands and fingers with fluids; Rashi’s fingers made wet squishing sounds as they moved in and out of her. Anisha freed her hands: one from Rashi’s grasp and the other from the toilet seat and placed them on her breasts, squeezing them hard, almost painfully hard. Rashi knew Anisha could orgasm from insertion alone, but she made sure to keep giving her clitoris the occasional touch or tingle with the base of her right thumb as she finger-fucked her.
Anisha opened her legs wider, her hips began to shake. She started grinding her hips towards the base of Rashi’s fingers, feeling the heat building up overpoweringly between her loins. Rashi increased the speed and pressure with which she was banging her insides, making sure to grind harder against Anisha’s vaginal walls while her fingers were inside. Anisha moaned softly, hoping she wasn’t audible outside the restroom. She dug her fingernails into her breasts to keep herself from making too much noise.
“Should I put in one more finger?” Rashi asked. “You are wide enough now.”
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