Nanad ke sath masti

Hi indian sex stories dot net friends. This is my first submission here, so your feedback is essential. This story is based on true incidents, but I have made a few minor changes. I can change the course this takes in the future based on your inputs.

Anyway, let me begin. Ye kahani meri nahi hai, meri nanad ki hai, lekin tab bhi apko apna introduction de dun. Mein 24 saal ki hu, aur meri kuchh mahine pehle hi shadi hui hai. Meri arranged marriage thi, aur mere pati aur in-laws bohot achhe aur supportive hain, lekin dil me kahin na kahin lagta hai ki shadi jaldi kar li aur apni life jeene ka mauka nahi laga. Lekin mein khush hun apne ghar me. Meri ek pyari si nanad hai, Divya, jo abhi 14 saal ki hi hai. Ye kahani uski hai. Wo mujhse bohot pyar karti hai, aur bohot hi bholi hai. Dikhne me wo cute hai, aur kaafi bachpana hai uske behavior aur looks dono me. Lekin ab wo jawani ko dastak de rahi hai, halaki uski body abhi develop hona shuru hi hui hai.

Ek din, hum dono ghar me akele the, aur mujhe sabzi lene market jana tha. Mein akele nahi jana chahti thi, isiliye Divya ko jagaya aur taiyar hone ko bola. Mein paise lene chali gayi. Kuchh der bad wo neeche aayi apne room se. Usne ek chhoti si frock pehni hui thi. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya mein kya bolun. Ek-do minute to mein chup rahi, phir usse pocha, “Chutki, ye kya pehen liya?” Usne badi bholi nazar se muhje deikha, “Kyu kuchh ghadbad hai?” Mein uski nadani bolke aur kuchh na bol payi, bas itna kaha ki jeans aur top pehen le, to usne meri bat man li, aur change kar ke aa gayi.

Jab hum market gaye to meine notice kiya ki sabzi wale jitna mujhe ghoor rahe the, utna hi use bhi ghoor rahe the. Mardon ko kya farak padta hai ladki ki umar kitni hai, wo to sab ko ek hi nazar se dekhte hain. Mein mann hi mann khush hui ki acha hua isne change kar liya, warna iski nangi, gori tango ko dekh ke to ye pagal hi ho jate.

Sabzi lene ke bad jab hum ghar gaye to meine socha ki use thoda samjhaun. Mein uske kamre mein gayi aur use uske bed pe bithaya sath me.

Me: “Tujhe bura to nahi laga meine aaj tujhe change karne ko kaha?”
Her: “Nahi bhabhi, lekin mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki apne aisa kyu kaha…”
Me: “Chutki, abhi to masum hai, tujhe shayad ye nahi dikhta ki mard tujhe kis nazar se dekhte hain….lekin tu ab badi ho rahi hai, aur unki gandi nazar ab tujhpe zyada padegi… tujhe thoda dhyan rakhna padega apni dress ka, apne bat karne ka tarike ka….”

Wo chup chap meri baten sun rahi thi, pata nahi use kitna samajh aa raha tha.

Me: “Tune kabhi notice nahi kiya kya?”
Her: “Aise to nahi….. ab se try karungi.”
Me: “Hmmm…. par zyada pareshan mat hona. Kabhi kabhi iska fayda bhi hota hai, jaise agar tu kabhi kisi musibat me ho, ya tujhe koi ladka pasand ho, to tu unhe apni ungliyon pe nacha sakti hai..”
Her: “Achhha?”
Me: “Han, fikr mat kar, dheere dheere khud hi sikh jayegi ye sab, aur mein bhi hu tujhe guide karne ke liye.”

Usne smile karke mujhe hug kiya, “Thanks bhabhi, aap jo kahengi mein wesa hi karungi.”
Meine bhi use hug kiya aur uske sir pe pyar se hath phera, “Chal ab tu padhai kar le, mein jake dinner banati hu.”

Us din to bat wahin khatam ho gayi, lekin dheere dheere meine notice kiya ki Payal ki dressing change ho rahi thi. Wo ab frock kam pehenti thi, aur jeans ya long skirt zyada. Mujhe thoda guilty feel hua ki shayad ye meri wajah se tha, lekin phir socha traditional society me rehne ki kimat de rahi hai, shayad yahi thik hai, aur meine kuchh nahi kaha.

Aise hi kuchh mahine beet gaye. Ek din uska plan ban raha tha uske friends ke sath mall and movie jane ka. Uske alawa 3 boys aur 2 girls aur thin. Lekin sath me ek adult ka hona zaruri tha. Kisi aur ki family se kisi ko time nahi mil raha tha, to usne mujh se request kari, aur mein fauran man gayi. Mujhe bhi bahar jane ka mauka mil raha tha, jo kabhi kabhi hi milta tha.

School se wapas aane ke bad sham ka programme tha. Wo faafi excited thi, aur mere paas aayi, “Bhabhi, aap help kar doge meri? Taiyar hone me?” Meine muskura ke han kari aur uske sath uske room me gayi. “Kya pehenegi aaj tu?” Usne apni cupboard kholi aur jeans dekhne lagi. Mein uske paas jake boli, “Chutki, frock kyu nahi pehenti?” Wo thoda frown karke boli, “Apne hi to kaha tha na…..” Mein muskurayi, “Pagal wo to sabzi mandi ke liye kaha tha, abhi to tu mall ja rahi hai doston ke sath, jo pehenna hai wo pehen, shadi ke bad to mauka bhi nahi milega…” Aur use peeche hatake mein uski dresses dekhne lagi. Uski cupboard me mujhe kai dresses dikhin jo meine use pehene kabhi nahi dekha tha, aur mera mann karra tha ki kash mein bhi aisa kuch pehen pati. Lekin mujhe to wohi saree pehen ke jana tha. Mujhe ek dress dikhi to meine bahar nikali aur use dikhai. Ek sleeveless crop top tha, aur sath me short pencil skirt. “Ja ek bar try kar ke aa aur dikha kesi lag rahi hai.” Mein uske bed pe baith gayi, uska wait karte hue. Wo change kar ke aayi to mein khush ho gayi. Perfect fit tha uske liye. Uska figure kaafi patla tha abhi na boobs the aur no butt, lekin ye dress tight fit thi aur uska patla figure bohot pyara lag raha tha. Uski bhi smile ruk nahi rahi thi, kyuki wo bhi bohot khush thi itni sundar dikh ke. “Bohot sundar lag rahi hai Chutki…chal thoda makeup kar deti hu.” Meine uski aankhon mein halka sa kajal lagaya, aur lips pe light shade ki pink lipstick. Bohot cute lag rahi thi wo. Mein bhi saree pehen ke taiyar thi.