Manasa? Moaning? Mmm-what?

It took a second for him to collect his thoughts.

Where was he again? What the fuck was going on?

But those questions were soon answered when he found himself in Anusha's bed wrapped around a small body he had come to know quite well by this point. But this was a situation he never thought he would ever find himself in.

See the thing is, so many a time would they end up sleeping in the same bed after a very long night. But it was always as friends.

Sharing space, keeping distance, never crossing boundaries.

Another moan flows from her lips as he thought the word “boundaries”.

“Was she even awa-HoLy SHiT”, Nikhil thought as Manasa ground her tight firm ass into him.

All questions left his head and suddenly his arms were wrapped around her pulling her even closer resulting in a pleased gasp from Manasa. No words were shared but the heat between them grew to a painful breaking point. He didn’t know what the next step was supposed to be. And neither did she. Both waited for the other to make the next move.

This was new territory. Truthfully, Nikhil was confused. But his confusion didn’t matter, his mind was no longer in control. All he knew was that he somehow needed her closer if that was even possible.

And suddenly the image of Manasa changed before his eyes. Never taking the time before to admire her body, now here was a girl melting in his arms. To be able to hold her with such strength and control made Nikhil feel powerful. His dick strained against the fabric of his pants. He needed more of her.

He never before took his length for granted. Being a normally shy person, the bedroom had always brought out a more aggressive confident manor to him. But now his 7 1/2 inch dick felt even bigger pressed up against her ass.

He wanted that ass. He thought about how he could fuck her senseless with ease and it was seemingly becoming more and more of a fantastic idea. The thoughts of ravaging her body, the desire to make her limp in his arms, was turning him on, more than any other girl before in his life.

And then she turned to face him.

There was none of his best friend in that face. There was no kindness or humor that he found comfort in over the years. There was just an animalistic need. And he knew similar thoughts were going on in her head. She needed him. He needed her.

But they couldn’t. He shouldn’t. Manasa had stood by him after many rushed relationships and heartbreaks. He had stood by her whenever her hopes in having a real relationship were at a low point. This wasn’t just some girl he could fuck the shit out of. This was Manasa. They had been to each others houses. They had met each others friends. Nihil suddenly felt some of the fire leave him.

Not like this…right?

And a little bit of Manasa came back in her face. She saw his pause. Her need didn’t go away though. She had grown tired of waiting and thinking before every situation. She wanted to be reckless. She wanted to feel good right now. She needed it. And she was tired of waiting for the right moment.

“God damn it Nikhil, no. No gentleman shit tonight,” she thought.

So she wrapped her hands around him and pushed herself closer.

And the rubbing, grinding, moaning became incessant. The sexual tension so palpable.

He had to fuck her. He had to get inside her. He had to have her cum on his dick while he continued to pound in her.