Chapter 8

I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing in the living room.

Rubbing my eyes, I glanced at the clock. It was half past noon.

“Hello,” I said groggily into the phone.

“Uh ... hello ... Jignesh bhaiya?” a girl’s meek voice enquired.

“Yes, who’s this?” I shot back, unable to place the voice.

“Bhaiya ... It’s ... It’s me ... Sejal,” came the answer, rather tentatively.

“Oh hi, Sejal...” I said back cheerfully, my sleep vanishing as I heard her sweet voice.

“Bhaiya ... I hope I have not disturbed you ... I am sorry for...” she said in a very unsure voice.

“Oh come on Sejal...” I cut her off, “I am so glad to hear your voice...”

Hearing my words, I could feel her relax on the phone. “Tell me, sweetheart...” I said in a soothing voice “ ... how did you happen to think of me today?”

She seemed to be searching for words, and I could hear her swallow.

“Bhaiya ... today we are leaving for our picnic ... so I thought...” she began tentatively.

“Yes sweetheart...” I coaxed her.

“I wanted to say thank you to you for everything you have given me...” her voice trailed off.

Clearing my throat, I said in a tone of mock anger “Sejal ... tell me one thing ... did I do something that offended you?”

“Oh no ... no bhaiya ... why are you saying that...” she asked me immediately, confusion evident in her voice.

“Then why are you treating me like I am some stranger ... calling me to say thank you and all that?” I continued in a tone of rebuke.

“Oh no bhaiya ... I did not ... I did not mean to make you feel like that ... I am sorry ... I am sorry ... I just called to...” she replied, her voice breaking.

From the way she spoke, I could swear that she was on the verge of tears. Putting on my charming tone again, I said “Yes my dear ... tell me...”

Once again I could feel her awkwardness, as she paused on the phone. I could almost visualize this plump, busty, and really innocent schoolgirl biting her lips, and clutching her skirt.

“Bhaiya ... I ... I just wanted to ... want to meet you once before I go for the picnic today...” she finally spoke.

“Of course sweetheart ... I would love to meet you today...” I replied immediately. “Where do you want me to come to meet you, Sejal?” I asked her sweetly.

“Uh ... bhaiya ... no ... I was thinking ... I was thinking if I could ... if I could come to your house to see you...” she answered in a meek unsure voice.

“Oh...” I said with surprise.

Overcoming my surprise quickly, I continued “Oh that would be wonderful sweetheart ... that would be wonderful...”

As I heard her breathe a sigh of relief, I asked “So are you coming here with Jigna?”

Once again, she hesitated before she spoke. “No bhaiya ... I was thinking ... is it OK if I come alone ... and don’t tell Jigna...”

My cock twitched inside my boxers when I heard these words. Trying hard to hide my excitement, I replied in a calm voice “Of course Sejal ... why do you even have to ask that...”

As I heard her take a deep breath on the phone, I continued in my most charming voice “To be honest Sejal ... even I would prefer if you come alone...”

I could almost imagine her blush on the phone on hearing my words. She seemed to want to say something more. So I probed her by asking “Is there something else you wanted to say, Sejal?”

She cleared her throat, and began in a faltering voice “Umm ... bhaiya ... remember that day when you bought all those dresses for me...”

“Yes dear...” I encouraged her.

“That day when you dropped me at the school on your bike ... you told me...” she continued, pausing once again as her uncertainty got hold of her. I just waited patiently for her to continue. Gathering her courage, she continued “ ... that day you told me that ... that you wanted to see me ... see me wearing the ... the bikini you bought for me...”

My cock stiffened in my boxers, as I heard these words came out of her mouth over the phone. She seemed to be waiting for me to say something.

“Yes Sejal, and I am saying that again now, I would love to see you in that bikini.” I told her in a soft loving voice.

“Bhaiya, so I was just thinking that when I come there today ... I will bring the bikini also...” she continued “ ... and I will wear it ... and ... and show it to you...” she blurted out finally, the last few words gushing out of her mouth in a whisper.

“Oh Sejal,” I exclaimed softly “that would be so wonderful. Come soon baby, I can’t wait to see you.”

Once again, I could swear she blushed on the phone. Relief in her voice evident now, she replied “Oh ... OK bhaiya ... thank you ... so can I come now only ... we anyway have a half-day at school today...”

“Yes my darling, come as soon as you can.” I replied with a smile.

Mumbling her thanks again, she hung up the phone.

As I put the handset back on the receiver, I couldn’t believe my luck. The sexy, shy Sejal was coming to meet me; and to show me what she looked like in her bikini. Giving my stiff cock a playful squeeze through my boxers, I headed for the bathroom to freshen up. I sprayed a liberal amount of deodorant on my body, and changed into a pair of khaki three-quarters and a polo-neck white t-shirt.

About half-an-hour later, the bell rang. Rushing to the door, I opened it with a wide smile on my face. Sejal stood there at the door, dressed in her school uniform of the beige knee-length skirt, white half-sleeve shirt, and the dark brown tie around her neck. She was clutching her rucksack style school back-pack at her shoulder, and I noticed that she had loosened her tie a little bit at the neck, the top-most button of her shirt at the neck open.

As I beamed, and said “Hi Sejal...” she smiled back shyly, twiddling the hem of her skirt. Taking her by her hand, I led her inside. Closing the door, I said to her with the same smile plastered on my face “I am so glad you came.”

She just smiled shyly and replied “Hi Jignesh bhaiya...”

Taking the bag from her shoulder, I placed it on the sofa.

As she stood there uncomfortably, I gazed at her lush plump body; those big, soft, round breasts straining against the fabric of her white cotton shirt. Opening my arms wide, I smiled at her and asked “So do I get a hug from my lovely Sejal?”

She blushed and bit her lips as she muttered “Oh bhaiya...”

Wrapping her in my arms, I pressed her lush body to me, relishing the feel of those soft pillowy breasts press against my chest. Caressing her back, and running my finger along the strap of her bra at the back, I whispered in her ear “I was dying to see you sweetheart; thank you for coming.”

She mumbled something incomprehensible, and I felt her put her arms around me tentatively and clutch my lower back; her head snuggling up under my chin.

Releasing her from my embrace, I led her to the sofa and made her sit down. Sitting down next to her on her right side, I threw back my arms to rest them on the back-rest of the sofa, my left thigh touching hers. As I continued to gaze at her with a smile, she looked down shyly and began to fiddle with the hem of her skirt again. Continuing to do that, she said in a soft halting voice “Bhaiya ... yesterday ... I could not sleep yesterday night ... I was thinking about you all the time ... I just could not ... I kept thinking about you...”

Letting my left arm drop from the back-rest of the sofa, I placed it across her back, the palm resting on her left shoulder. Squeezing her shoulder gently, I said in a soft voice “Same here Sejal, same here. I just could not stop thinking about you.”

Hearing those words, she looked up at me with those big round eyes of hers, and asked “Really bhaiya?”

“Yes baby...” I replied in a whisper, squeezing her shoulder again, my fingers tracing the shoulder strap of her bra under her uniform.

Turning her eyes away from me, she looked down at her lap, and said softly “I ... I kept thinking about ... about ... about when we were in the ... in the movie hall yesterday...”

I sat forward on the sofa, and reaching out with my right hand, cupped her face and turned it towards me. Holding her gently by her chin, I looked into her eyes, and said softly “Me too.”

“Oh bhaiya...” she breathed, as she threw her arms around me, and rested her head against my chest. As she held me tight, she pressed her plump soft body against me; those unbelievably soft breasts pressing against my ribs once again. I sighed, as I continued to rub her back with my left hand, my right hand caressing her cheeks and her neck, pressing her head to my chest.

I was tempted to tilt her head up and kiss her; but I held myself back, not wanting to scare her off by going too fast. As I dropped my hand from her face, and placed it on her knee, where her skirt had ridden up to bare her plump knee, she straightened up. Lifting her gaze to me, she smiled that sweet shy smile of hers.

“Bhaiya ... do you want me to ... to wear that bikini and show you?” she asked shyly, biting her lips, her voice barely a whisper.

“Oh yes baby, yes.” I said hoarsely, my cock hardening inside my briefs.

“Ok, bhaiya,” she mumbled, as she got up from the sofa. Picking up her school bag from the sofa, she asked shyly “Can I go into your bedroom to change bhaiya?”

“Of course dear...” I replied with my most disarming smile.

As she disappeared into my bedroom clutching her bag, I threw back my head on the sofa with a groan, and squeezed my throbbing cock through my half-pants.

I heard the door of my bedroom shut close. After a few minutes, I heard the door open.

“Bhaiya...” she called out tentatively “I am ready...”

With a deep breath, I got up from the sofa and walked to the door. My heart missed a beat and my jaw dropped at the sight before me. There stood this innocent busty teenage school-girl, whom I had met only a few days back, clad in that red two-piece bikini with white polka dots. My cock jerked involuntarily inside my briefs as my eyes took in this incredibly sexy sight. Sejal was by far the most voluptuous teenage girl I had seen in my life. The bright-red bikini with strings at the shoulders, back, and hips was in stark contrast to the milky whiteness of the skin.

As she stood there, arms hanging limply by her side, her hair brushed and tied in a pony, I couldn’t help but stare at her body. Her magnificent plump tits were bulging out from the top and sides of the skimpy bikini bra that comprised of nothing but a pair of triangular patch of fabric barely covering those bulging mounds of her big soft breasts; with strings tied behind her back and around her neck. My mouth watered at the sight of the deep cleavage between her milky breasts. She had white fleshy arms, and there was still a hint of baby fat on her softly rounded belly. The bikini bottom too was a small triangular patch of the shiny red fabric just about covering her pubic mount, with strings that were tied together on either side of her plump fleshy hips. She had plump milky white thighs, with dimples at her knees, and fleshy calves.

As I swallowed and looked at her intently, I realized she was looking into my eyes with an expression of apprehension.

“Do I look good bhaiya? I know I am too fat...” she said in a terribly unsure voice.

“Oh no Sejal...” I exclaimed hoarsely. Clearing my throat, I walked up to her and placing my arms on her shoulder, said softly “Sejal, you are the most sexy girl I have seen in my life.”

The colour rushed to her cheeks, as she said “Oh bhaiya, please don’t say that just to make me feel better.”

Sliding my hands down the softness of her fleshy arms, I took her hand in mine.

“Do you still think I am trying to flatter you Sejal?” I asked tenderly, pressing her palm on my rigid shaft which was protruding through my three-quarter khakis.

She went stiff as I closed her fingers around my hardness through the fabric of my khakis, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Placing my hands on the sides of her flesh belly, I pulled her towards me. As my hands touched the bare flesh of her belly, she shuddered involuntarily, and I felt goose bumps come up on her skin.

“Oh bhaiya.” she cried out softly again, as she felt my hand on her body.

As I looked down at the deep valley between those soft fleshy boobs of hers, I slid my hand up along the sides of her torso, my fingers brushing the sides of her breasts that were bulging out of her bikini bra. Taking hold of her chin gently with my fingers, I tilted her head up till she was looking up at me.

She was breathing faster now, her breath coming out in short gasps between her slightly parted lush thick lips. Her breasts heaved as she took in short shallow breaths, and I could see the outline of her nipples protruding through the fabric of her bikini bra. I ran my tongue across my lips, and leaned forward to kiss her. A soft moan escaped her, as my lips met hers. As I kissed her deeply, I pulled her gently towards me, causing the pillowy softness of her heavy plush breasts, barely held up by the bikini top, to quash against me chest.

Pressing my rigid boner against her soft fleshy belly, I kissed her passionately. As the initial shock of me kissing her wore off, she responded by opening her mouth wider, allowing me to slide in my tongue inside the wetness of her small mouth. As our tongues met, I felt her wrap her arms around me and clutch my back. I responded by dropping my arms around her and cupping her fleshy round butt. Squeezing the soft flesh of her sexy ass, I kissed her hard, my mouth sucking on hers, and my tongue lashing her tongue.

With a groan I pulled away from her, and looked into her eyes. She was still taking deep breaths, her magnificent bosom heaving. Her eyes were wet now, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

Alarmed, I cupped her face gently, and asked “What happened, Sejal?”

She just bit her lips and said in a voice that was barely a whisper “Bhaiya ... I ... I love you...”

I felt a tug on my heart on hearing those words.

“Oh Sejal, I love you too. I love you too.” I replied urgently, wiping her tears. A tremor shook her body, as my fingers touched her cheeks.

Reaching up, she pressed my fingers to her cheeks, closing her eyes and tilting her face to one side. A pang of guilt coursed through me, as I cursed myself silently for doing this to this innocent sweet teenager. I was surprised to feel my eyes water. As I blinked, a tear rolled down my cheek.

Seeing that, she reached out for my face with a soft sigh, and wiped away my tear with her soft hand. Letting her fingers linger on my cheek, I shook my head and said hoarsely “Oh Sejal, I don’t know what’s happening to me...”

Seeing me in this unexpectedly emotional state, her womanly instinct took over. Cupping my face in her soft hands, she looked up at me with tenderness and said “Ohhh bhaiya, It’s OK, It’s OK ... I feel the same way too.” Pressing her face to my chest, she wrapped her hands around by back and held me tight, grinding her belly and hips against my throbbing hardness trapped inside my briefs. “Oh bhaiyaaa...” she whispered fiercely, “thank you ... thank you so much ... you don’t know how happy you have made me today ... I was so afraid ... so afraid that I would look like a fool.”

Holding her pressed against me, my hands caressing her bare back, with the only obstruction being the string of her bikini top, I replied “Shhh ... shhh, my darling. You are very very special to me.” Tilting up her face with my fingers on her chin, “You are very special to me Sejal. Do you understand that? very special to me.” I repeated in an earnest tone.

For the first time since she had put on the bikini, a shy smile came to her lips. Taking my hand that was caressing her face in hers; she pressed her lips to the back of my palms, and kissed it repeatedly.

“Bhaiya?” she asked me tentatively, “this is the first time I have felt like this. I don’t know what to do. Please tell me what I should do for you.” pressing her soft body to mine; her fingers playing on my neck, tracing soft lines at the neck of my t-shirt. “I know you will think I am so stupid, but please tell me what I should do to make you happy, bhaiya.” she continued in a small voice.

My cock, which was beginning to ooze pre-cum now, jerked upon hearing these words.

“Don’t worry my dear,” I said to her tenderly “I will teach you how to make love OK?”

She blushed again on hearing that, and bit her lips.

“Will you do what I tell you to, baby?” I asked her gently.

“Oh yes bhaiya, yes. I will do anything for you.” she replied hastily.

Pulling myself away from her slightly, I looked into her eyes and said “Sejal, I want you to change into your school uniform for me.”

A confused look came to her face when she heard this.

I interrupted her just as she was about to say something.

“BUT, but I want you to wear only your uniform; no petticoat, no bra, no panty.” I completed.

Her eyes widened, and the colour rushed to her cheeks on hearing that.

“OK bhaiya...” she replied back in a small voice.

I let go of her and with a smile left the room. Settling down on the couch, I stripped off my polo-neck t-shirt. I was wearing tight sleeveless vests inside, that showed off my well muscled chest and biceps. Within a few moments, Sejal came back into the living room. As she walked tentatively towards me, I smiled at her. This incredible innocent teenager had followed my instructions to the T.

She had not only changed into her uniform, but had also worn her tie!

As she walked towards me, her hands clasped together in front of her, I couldn’t help but look at the way her big round plump breasts, free of the constraints of a bra, shook and swung gently inside that white school shirt of hers. Her nipples were erect and made clear impressions in the thin fabric of her shirt.

I reached out to take her hand in mine, and pulled her down towards me on the sofa.

With a little giggle, she fell on the sofa.

I wrapped my arms around her stomach, and made her sit with me; her back resting on my chest. As I hugged her from behind, my chin resting on her right shoulder, I felt the heaviness of her soft breasts rest on my forearms. Unclasping my hands which were holding her across her belly, I placed both my palms on the softness of her big round breasts. A shudder shook her body, as my palms pressed against her breasts, and she threw back her head, her lips parted, and eyes closed.

Lowering my face, I placed my lips on those thick lush lips of hers, and kissed her passionately, my fingers closing around the incredibly softness of her young but over-developed breasts.

She lifted her left hand to press my hand which was now gently squeezing her ripe breast, while her right hand fell on to my thigh, and squeezed hard. Soft moans escaped her lips, as I continued to kiss her lovingly. A shiver went through her body, as I teased her erect nipples through her shirt with my finger tips.

Continuing to fondle her ripe breast with my left hand, I slid my right hand lower to her belly. Taking hold of her shirt, I began to tug at it, in an attempt to pull it out of her skirt. She cooperated by tucking her belly in, making it easier for me to pull her shirt out completely from where it was tucked inside her skirt. Sliding my hands under her shirt, I felt the soft baby fat on her fleshy belly; my finger teasing her deep belly button.

“Unhhh...” she moaned as I did that; her fingers squeezing my thigh harder.

I slid both my hands up her soft belly, till I felt the underside of her breasts against my fingers. With a groan, I took hold of those big fleshy over-developed teenage breasts of hers in my hands, and squeezed.

“Bhaiyaaa...” she cried out as my fingers closed around the soft yet heavy fleshiness of her juicy round tits. She arched her back, pressing those plump mammaries into my palms. Lowering my face again, I kissed her again, my fingers teasing her small but thick nipples. She responded by opening her mouth wide, and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

“Come and sit in my lap, Sejal,” I whispered to her urgently. I extracted my hands from inside her shirt to allow her to sit up.

She stood up shyly, and with an aroused look on her face, smiled. Facing me, she sat down on my lap, her knees resting on the sofa on either side of my thighs. Looking into her eyes, I began to untie the knot of her tie. As I pulled off the tie, she looked down at my lap, and placed both her arms on my shoulders. Very slowly, I began to unbutton her shirt, starting with the top most one.

As the buttons of her shirt came undone one by one, I was rewarded the sight of the deep valley between her big soft breasts. I paused for a while after opening all the buttons of her shirt; admiring the sight of the part of her breasts which could be seen in between the slightly parted shirt.

“Show me your breasts.” I whispered hoarsely.

“Oh bhaiya...” she cried softly, and hid her face in her hands.

She then slowly looked into my eyes, and with a slow movement, parted her shirt open, baring those big succulent teenage breasts to me.

Like everything else about her, her breasts were the most beautiful ones my eyes had ever feasted upon. They were much better than what I had imagined. Milky white, they hung on her chest, full and ripe, like balloons filled with water. I could see faint traces of blue veins on the sides of her heavy fleshy breasts. At the bottom half of each magnificent, there were a pair of large round aureolas, only slightly darker than the rest of her skin.

Like a cherry on a cake, a pair of short but thick light brown nipples adorned her beautiful mammaries. As I feasted my eyes on them, she sat there on my lap, biting her lips, her arms resting on my shoulders, and her chest heaving with her breathing.