Game Of Thongs

Chapter 1:Mirror

            Bury your past and rise like a  phoenix from the burnt ashes is what life has taught me over the years.

            The backdrop of my story is set in a University in Midwest where everything seems jolly. I would consider myself blessed with all the little things I had. I did not have much but whatever I had, I treasured it. Away from the glaring eyes of my relatives, maintaining a good GPA and with a stable relationship with my love of my life Sharad, I was happy. I missed my family a lot but I got by talking to them over the phone as much as I could.

            It is was going to be a night to remember. "Freak Out" was the word being tossed around the friends. We felt we deserved it at the end of the semester. Even the weather was getting better and on our side.

            This was going to be my only second outing to a nightclub while the first one was disappointing and unmemorable. I definitely did not want to feel over dressed tonight. Sharad was a sucker for high heels and this was perfect opportunity for me to dawn my new pair of stilettos.

            It was time for the ramp walk where the girls would try various dress. My heart had already been set upon this sleeveless flared white dress, cut out at waist. I was going to make leapfrog  into scanty wardrobe, a new frontier for me. Prava voiced "I would totally hit on you, if I was man."  I winked at her and she responded by putting  her hands on my bare waist from behind. Her cold hand sent a subtle corrupting sensation down my body and when she sniffed my neck, it was almost unendurable.

            Dolma broke the moment with "Enough horseplay girls, you know we can't keep guys waiting all night long. You folks can make out at nightclub too."

            Like an obligatory ritual, the girls kept on looking at the mirror meticulously while using all the physical instruments present from a Photoshop palette. And if someone made a negative comment during the ritual, add another fifteen to twenty minutes to the clock each time.

            Finally we got into the car and blasting full speakers of whatever was on air for Kiss FM to set the tone. Along the way we briefly paused at red light along a church sign that read ," Forgiveness is to swallow, when you want to spit." I was not sure what to make of that.

            Hoards of people were flocking to the club like hungry zombies as they slowly lined up at the entrance. We were slightly lucky that we came in bit early before the crowd build up. The girls inside were dressed to kill and I did have moment of inferiority complex. The atmosphere was wild and there were already some skanks doing belly shots. I normally do not drink and don't like any form of hard alcohol, but I just could not say no today to tequila shots. And with every round of shots, I was feeling confident and getting my groove. Music was so loud that most of the times we had to resort to sign language and shouting to communicate.

            At first everyone was with the group, slowly Nisha and Ken was first to depart from the group. Everyone knew Ken loved her so much but Nisha had always been a typical uptight Nepali girl. But today I was in kind of shock to see Ken grinding over her from back. Everybody decided that couples should be given their space however I would find myself watching them from time to time. At one instant I did see Ken slowly grope her breast while she moaned. Watching others in action really excited me. Dolma somehow hooked up with a random hunk. Normally we do not approve of strangers but this guy looked like a Greek god or something. Avinash was always  over protective towards his cousin Prava so me and Sharad also decided it was time to drift from the group.

            We were just moving to the music and it suddenly changed to a slow number. Sharad looked into my eyes, leaned forward and kissed me. Although we had been in relationship for a sometime, he had never kissed me in public setting. I was happy, excited and nervous at same time. Tonight I just did not care.

            Sharad put his hand over my cutout dress, his every touch were sending me shivers down my body. Continuous grinding and kissing had already caused a bulge down his pants. As we were dancing at some point we reached a corner where one of the restrooms were located. Since the club was huge, it had multiple restrooms which were all unisex. We saw a couple come out from restroom all exhausted. Sharad looked at me and let out a smirk acknowledging that he had idea what they were up to.

            Suddenly Sharad got a naughty idea and asked if would blow him inside restroom. I flipped out and angrily voiced how could be even think of such thing. We still kept dancing but I noticed, my retribution had crushed his spirit.  I reevaluated the situation and observed that the restroom was in dimly lit secluded area, out of sight from most people. Copious amount of alcohol had clouded my judgment and I gave in.

            I remember initially I was grossed out even the idea of putting penis inside my mouth. But overtime I have learnt, it is amazing power to give a man heavenly pleasure if he deserved it. I pulled his belt and unzipped his fly. It was rock hard weapon of six inches. I was still new to art of fellatio, but open to try new things. The risk of getting caught was always in my mind and somehow added to the thrill. I could feel some sort of adrenaline pumping through my veins.

            I put my hands around the shaft and swirled my tongue around the mushroom ring while maintaining eye contact. I kept running my tongue from top to bottom and he commented how beautiful I looked with his dick in my mouth.  I know these sexual compliments sound silly but it was big confidence boost for me especially when he was looking at me. As I was feeling more comfortable, I pulled his pants and squeezed his balls using my hand. I know that this hurts him but he liked it. I continued sucking his balls while using my hand to stroke it gently.

            I wanted to use a new technique using my under tongue but it seemed like Sharad was bit in hurry and was thrusting my mouth. I slowly picked up the pace and observed him rolling his eyes which confirmed he was close. But, I was up for little mischief and did not want to finish him so quickly. My thong was already were flooded like Noah's Ark.

            While Sharad went to check on the door, I wasted no time trying to get rid of my thong. So I had to bend down in the process and it got entangled because of my stiletto. I heard some sound and then a push, it was entering me from behind and it felt so good. I had to place my palms on the wall to balance myself as I was getting pounded from behind. I could seriously feel it's girth filling me. With every push, it went deeper and deeper. In the heat of the moment as I was balancing myself, my legs went wide and it ripped my thong apart but the pounding was still incessant.

            Slowly I crawled along side the wall to reach the sink to support myself. Then I looked up on the mirror and to my horror it wasn't Sharad but a random dude. In the background there was Sharad watching me getting penetrated by a total stranger. He did not even move and the guy was done after few seconds. Silence ensued and my heart was filled with disbelief, sadness and anger all at same time.

Chapter 2: Secrets