I just stood there, my mouth hanging open, my anger deflating into a state of pure, bewildered confusion. Kushi. Again. What the fuck did she want now?
"Kushi, I… I'm kind of busy," I said, my voice a weak, pathetic attempt at a dismissal. I tried to block the doorway with my body, a flimsy, scrawny shield.
"I know," she said, her voice a soft, hesitant whisper. "I just… I need to ask you something."
But before I could ask what, she pushed past me. She didn't shove me, not forcefully, but she moved with a quiet, determined purpose that I couldn't seem to stop. She was inside my apartment. Again. I closed the door behind her, the soft *click* of the latch sounding like a death knell.
The silence in the room was thick, heavy, suffocating. It was a thousand times worse than the first time. We stood there, just a few feet apart, a chasm of unspoken things between us. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, adorable red, and she couldn't seem to meet my eyes. Her gaze kept drifting down, drawn to the massive, undeniable bulge in my underwear like a moth to a flame. It was blatant. Unashamed. And it was driving me crazy.
"So… what did you forget?" I asked, my voice tight with frustration.
"Forgot?" she repeated, her eyes snapping up to meet mine, wide with panic. "Oh! Right. I… I forgot to tell you… that the samosas are best when they're hot. So you should… eat them. Now."
It was the lamest excuse I had ever heard in my life. It was so transparent, so pathetic, that it was almost insulting. She wasn't here to talk about samosas. She was here because she was curious. Because she had seen something she wasn't supposed to see, and she wanted to see more.
"Right," I said, my voice flat. "The samosas."
We stood there for another long, agonizing moment. The air crackled with a tension so thick you could taste it. I could feel Janaki's presence in the other room, a silent, impatient, predatory force. I could feel my own cock, still hard, still demanding. And I could feel Kushi's eyes on it, her curiosity a palpable, physical weight.
Frustration, hot and sharp, boiled up inside me. I was trapped. I was being played by two women, one who knew exactly what she was doing, and one who had no idea what she was unleashing.
"Kushi," I said, my voice low, dangerous. "Why are you really here?"
Her eyes widened, her blush deepening. "I… I told you. The samosas."
"No," I said, taking a step towards her. "You're not here for the samosas. You're here because you're curious. You're here because you saw something you liked."
"I… I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, taking a step back.
"Yes, you do," I said, my voice a low growl. "You want to know what it's like, don't you? You want to know what all the fuss is about."
I was being an asshole. A cruel, manipulative asshole. But I was desperate. I needed her to leave. I needed to get back to Janaki.
"Fine," I said, my voice flat, cold. "You want to see? You want to know what I was doing?"
I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear, a clear, unmistakable threat. "I'll show you. I'll do it right here. Right now. In front of you. Would you like that, Kushi? Would you like to watch me masturbate?"
The words hung in the air between us, raw, ugly, and obscene. I saw the shock in her eyes, the horror, the dawning realization of what she had stumbled into. Her face went pale, then flushed a deep, humiliating crimson.
"No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "No, I… I'm sorry."
She turned and fled, stumbling towards the door like a frightened deer. She fumbled with the lock, her hands shaking so badly she could barely get it open.
"I'm so sorry, Sid," she gasped, not looking back. "Please… please don't tell Devi. Please don't tell anyone."
And then she was gone, disappearing into the hallway, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of the apartment.
I stood there for a moment, my heart pounding, a wave of sick, triumphant relief washing over me. I had done it. I had scared her away.
I closed the door and rushed into my room, my mind a chaotic mess of adrenaline and arousal. I was ready to pick up where we left off, ready to lose myself in the intoxicating, dangerous pleasure of Janaki's touch.
But when I opened the door, I froze.
She was there.
She was lying on my bed, on her back, completely naked. Her skin was pale and luminous in the dim light of my room. Her massive breasts were spread out on either side of her chest, two perfect, creamy mounds. Her legs were slightly parted, giving me a glimpse of the dark, neatly trimmed triangle of hair between them.
She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the ceiling, a bored, impatient expression on her face.
"Took you long enough," she said, her voice a low, husky purr. "I was about to start without you."