What was the dirtiest thing you’ve got caught doing as a teen, but still don’t regret?

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Mudassir Ali 9 months 1 Answer 162 views

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  1. Originally Answered: What is the naughtiest you have done with a friend?

    So here’s what happened between me and her… it’s going to be a bit NSFW. Kindly take care.

    This friend (a girl) was known to me for around 8–9 years. We used to discuss history, literature, books, music etc whenever we met… sometimes, love and emotions as well, but sex? Never! We never touched upon the subject of sex in a broader or deeper way.

    She used to visit my place frequently. Nothing out of the bounds ever happened, till that damned day which eventually pulled the curtains down on our friendship in one of the most inglorious fashion.

    So there was a fancy dress competition underway at one of the local community centers. I was coaxed by my friends (who were also participating) to take part, and I agreed, albeit reluctantly.

    Now, this girl (let’s call her Kay) suddenly called me to say she needs one of my books, and she is on her way to my place. I said OK.

    The fancy dress competition was a day away, and I was rehearsing in front of the mirror in my costume (a ‘lungi’ and bare-chest, with a turban on head, and sun-glass, topped with fake bushy eyebrows and fake mustache).

    Considering the fact Kay was known to me for long, I did not bother to ‘cover up’ when she landed outside my door.

    Kay’s eyes dropped below her chin after noticing me in a goofy avatar. She wondered what I was up to, and also cheekily remarked that my chest and hairs on it look nice (with a wink). I just laughed off.

    After a few minutes, I found Kay staring at my bare upper body, every now and then, as we were talking. I did not feel uncomfortable but a bit weird.

    “Hey, you want me to wear a tee or shirt? What’s there? I understand a guy stealing glances at woman’s chest or cleavage, but I got nothing interesting below my collar bone,” I said, snapping finger before her eyes.

    Kay blushed, but regained her composure, and said “Sorry, but I never saw you like that before… uhmm you are hot, I think.”

    “Wow, for the first time in 8–9 years, someone found me ‘hot’! Now, that interesting!” I remarked.

    “Uhmmm, I never knew you were hot beneath clothes all these years,” Kay winked again, almost forcing me to think she was flirting with me. And before I could respond to her volley, Kay asked “Can I hug you?”

    I was not shocked but amused. And asked her directly “Is this gonna be a ‘friendly’, ‘affectionate’ or ‘lust-laced’ hug?”

    My question unsettled her. She turned red, again. But Kay being Kay, shot back “Why don’t you just come closer and let me hug you… let the action speak.”

    She did not wait for me to get up from the couch. She got up, sat by my side, and hugged me. Frankly, it felt weird but nice. And the intent of the hug clear when I felt her heartbeat was faster than usual. The state of her mind became clearer when she planted a soft but firm peck on my neck, and that began igniting the hormones inside my body.

    I hugged her back, and tried pulling her top up to slide my hand into her waist. She slapped my hand, and said “Stop there. Don’t get horny now.”

    “I am not horny… I just,” I was about to gather some words but she cut me in between and said, “Just what? Are you having an erection?”

    It became clear by then that she was teasing me, and methodically seducing me by her words. I decided to play smart as well, and wanted to see what she was up to, and where this would lead us to.

    “Why don’t you check yourself if I am hard down there, or not?” I told her.

    “Nope, you should not get a boner, if I hug you… we are just friend, good friends, right?” she said.

    …and this entire conversation was underway with her arms still decorated around my neck, my forearms gripping her back, and hoping to sneak into her tee.

    “Okay, so let’s go out,” I said, pulling myself a bit farther from her, in an attempt to break the hug-lock.

    However, she pulled me closer to her, and hugged me, firmly and tighter than before. “We ain’t going anywhere. Let’s be here. Enjoy my hug. And let me hug you. It feels nice, isn’t it?”

    The sexual tension was building in both of us, and the two of us were playing smart, out-witting each other. Of nowhere, I said “Kay, you are not wearing a bra right?”

    “He he he (slow, seductive and devilish smile), I am wearing one,” she said.

    “Oh, guess the fabric is not strong enough… can already feel your nipples poking my chest,” I whispered, into her ears.

    “Can’t help it out… if you get a boner, I get nuts on boobs too, deal with it,” she replied, with the hug still locked in.

    My next move shocked her. I slid my face downwards, and planted a kiss on her mid-chest, just on the top-end of cleavage line. She did not stop me but said “No, don’t.”

    “Are you sure?” I asked.

    “I don’t know… we are friends, not lovers… this is not gonna be okay,” she gathered her words, gasping for breath.

    “We can still be friends…” once again, she interrupted me, this time, by planting a kiss on my chapped and dry lips.

    There was no stopping since that smooch. My ‘lungi’ was the first to touch floor, her top flew into the air and landed somewhere out of our vision, the poor bra lost one of its hooks, my jockey got trapped between knees, her skin-tight trouser struggled to roll down beyond thighs, and the elasticity of her panty was also put to a good test.

    We made out for around an hour. Lots of foreplay, and finally the action. Both came to senses gradually, and luckily, no one freaked out. She left my place with another kiss on lips.

    However, the hangover began showing its effect on her from the next day. She stopped texting me, or responding to my texts; neither she called me, nor picked my calls.

    This continued for around 2 weeks. I decided to talk it out with her, went to Kay’s place but she slammed the door at my face.

    After 2 days, she texted me (in CAPS) — “WE CANNOT BE FRIENDS ANYMORE. HAD A GOOD & MEMORABLE TIME WITH YOU FOR ALMOST A DECADE. MANY MEMORIES TO CHERISH. ONE INCIDENT IN THE HEAT OF HORMONES, AND IT CHANGED. SORRY, I CAN’T BE SAME WITH YOU AGAIN EVER. WISH YOU ALL THE BEST FOR LIFE. KAY LOVES YOU, SHALL LOVE YOU FOREVER. BYE. DON’T CONTACT ME AGAIN.”

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