“You fingerbanged the ice queen on your parent’s couch? Seriously?” Min asks, face a mask of bewilderment, but not without a hint of blush beneath it.
“Yeah,” Akarsha replies, blushing herself. “She was talking about how she hadn’t had a first kiss, so I offered to kiss her and things just kinda…went from there.”
“Some kiss.” Diya muses, before realising she’d spoken the words aloud and clamming up.
Min takes Diya’s hand in hers and gives it a squeeze. “But right there on the couch? That’s pretty hardcore.”
“Honestly, she’s been insatiable ever since.” Akarsha chews her lip at the admission, tho she leaves out the part where she’s happily matched every step of Noelle’s sexual appetite.
“She’s very pretty.” Diya admits. This draws a look from Min that pingpongs wildly between disbelief, jealousy, and agreement.
“I mean,” Min says as the internal war marches on “I guess she’s got those fat cow tits, if you like that kinda thing.”
Diya gives Min a slap to the arm a couple notch above playful. “Be nice.”
Akarsha’s phone buzzes with a message from Noelle. Blood rushes just about everywhere in Akarsha as she unlocks her phone to read it, forgetting where she is for a moment in the heat of it all.
The photo is badly lit, slightly blurry, and wonkily framed, but none of that matters next to the beauty of Noelle’s naked body, still wet from the shower. The image cuts off tantalisingly at the waist. When Akarsha looks hard, and look hard she most certainly does, she can almost count the individual drops of water pearling down Noelle’s chest.
Whether it was the time she spent admiring the picture, or the blush on her cheeks that clue Min in, Akarsha doesn’t know. What she does know is that the phone is snatched from her hand in short order.
“No way! She’s actually sending you slutty pictures?” Min manages a voice of mock disgust, but it’s clear from the way her eyes are glued to the phone that disgust is the farthest thing from her mind. “They’re fucking huge!”
“Let me see.” Diya whines, trying to twist herself over Min’s shoulder, but Min twists back to keep the image away from her. Diya takes a dim view of this, and simply pulls the phone from Min’s hand. With her other she pins Min to the couch, almost as if an afterthought. Min whimpers, but offers no resistance to her girlfriend’s toned arm.
Diya only studies the screen from a moment before blushing a deep crimson and handing the phone back to Akarsha.
Terrified that she’d allowed Noelle’s photo to get out like that, Akarsha sends off a reply from shaky hands.
wow babe you’re amazing
i’m with diya & min
Noelle’s reply is practically instantaneous.
Have you been telling them about me?
Akarsha hesitates, giving Min, now free from Diya’s grasp, enough time to say “Stop sexting the frigid bitch in the middle of our conversation!”
This earns her another pinning from Diya, and something like a low growl too. Min seems a little more than chastened by it.
a little lol diya says ur v pretty and min says you have fat cow tits
Such a way with words. You can show them if you like.
what really??? Relief rushes over Akarsha. The order of consent and sharing might be slightly wrong, but something tells her Noelle won’t mind.
Another image comes back. This one is shot downward, of Noelle’s stomach and crossed thighs. Almost tasteful, if not for the free hand snaking down between them to touch herself.
I like the idea.
“What’s she saying?” Min calls out from her trapped position.
“It’s private.” Diya says sternly, still deep in her blush.
“Actually, she says I can show you.” Akarsha says,
“We’ve already seen them!”
“Tell her thank you.” Diya says, ignoring Min.
they loved it too haha
It hardly seem fair tho, does it?
wdym??
I’ve sent two pictures and gotten none back.
Akarsha jumps to her feet. “What, need to jack off already?” Min calls out as Diya frees her from her grip.
“She uh, she wants me to send a photo.” Akarsha says, wondering if she could blush any harder.
“Really? In Diya’s house? Her parents are gone for five seconds and you start sexting a slut and whipping your tits out?”
“Don’t mind.” Diya mumbles, shifting a little in her seat as she finds a very interesting spot on the floor to stare at.
“Fuck it, just get your tits out here for maximum slut points.” Min says in a tone that isn’t quite as dismissive as she wants it to sound.
“I’m not gonna take my top off in front of you b-”
“Don’t mind.”
For such quiet words, they hit like a grenade. Suddenly the possibility seems quite real.
“What, like, just get topless right here?” Akarsha eventually manages.
“Why not, I guess? Don’t wanna keep your megaslut waiting,”
Diya sways her arm again. “Be nice or you can’t see.”
Min huffs a little, the breath coming out ever so slightly ragged, but relents.
Nothing about this makes sense to Akarsha any more, if it ever did. The idea sets something in her on fire, and there are hungry eyes watching her.
Her hands fall to the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head before she has time to rethink. She doesn’t dare to look at Min or Diya as her hand works the clasp of her bra, letting it fall free to the floor. She can feel their eyes boring into her naked flesh regardless. A shiver runs through Akarsha, and it’s not the cold of the room.
She snaps the photo and sends it off, the frame of the living room door clear in the background.
Did you take that in Diya’s living room? In front of Diya and Min?”
yeah haha they dared me to
My my, so bold. Enough to make a girl swoon. Shame I can’t get a group photo.
“Was it slutty enough for her?” Min says, her hand shaking slightly as it rests high up on Diya’s thigh.
“She said shame she can’t get a group photo.” Akarsha replies, out of some vain hope that somehow she can push this impossible day a little further. The want for it burns in her too.
She expects Min to shut the idea down, but instead she turns to Diya. The two lock gazes for a few agonising moments before Diya gives the tiniest, trembling nod.
Min jumps to her feet, pulling off her shirt to reveal her bare chest like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Can’t let the ice queen out-slut me.”
Diya, for her part, says nothing as she slowly, but with surprisingly steady hands, removes first her hoody, then her shirt, leaving only her sports bra. Her abs glisten in the light, outshone only by the surprisingly large breasts she reveals moments later.
For a few moments, nobody moves or talks. Everybody just stands there, half-naked, eyes drinking each other in.
“Right, ok,” Akarsha manages, fumbling for her discarded phone. She moves over to stand to one side of Min, Diya silently standing on her other side.
Akarsha holds her phone up in front of her as she struggles to get them all in frame. Diya’s arm snakes around her bare back to cradle her as she leans her head on Akarsha’s shoulder. Min, for her part, holds up a middle finger with one hand and with the other gropes Akarsha’s breast in the kind of unthinkingly fierce way that betrays a mind half lost to lust.
Akarsha captions the message with wish you were here xxx
The reply is swift. I think it’s time we all had a sleepover.