“Umm, Swastika, you have something on your chin…”
“Oh, oh, thanks… It’s nothing, I…I……thought I’d taken care of that…,” she said, blushing while she wiped the cum off with the back of her hand under the curious gaze of Gargi, who kept closely inspecting her pretty features. The dishevelled hair, the runny mascara, the heavy breathing… all of it was so unlike with her friend, but too obvious to ignore.
“There’s, umm, also some on your hair…” Gargi finally told her, she had no idea what was happening with Swastika but she wasn’t going to let her walk around like that.
“Oh, I….I…..” Swastika stammered in blushing.
“It can’t… can’t be what I think it is… can it?” Gargi smiled mischievously.
“Gargidi, you know about this type of party, I’ve to do something filthy stuff for my film ‘Mayer Sneha’ with a Bangladeshi Producer”
“I know. It’s okay, but you need to tell me in detail….I mean what the hell is going on with you right now.”
Swastika grabbed her hand and took her away from the main hall, “Where are we going?” The ‘multi-qualified’ Tolly celeb of Bengal asked with a bit of surprise as they bypassed a couple to stay out of that particular corridor.
“I cheated on Suhas.” Swastika replied shyly.
“What do you mean….you cheated on him? And when is it happened?” Gargi looked even more curious.
“Oh God! It’s so disgusting….but you noticed it accurately…yes it is happened in one of the bathroom in this hotel.” Swastika at last agreed with Gargi’s accusation, pointing at the sticky patch in her hair.
“Whhhh….aaaa……t! And….and how! With whom!” Gargi exclaimed with an unbelievable tone.
“With Indranidi… and the Bangladeshi Producer of my recent film ‘Mayer Sneha’ or whatever.”
“Oh I mean the newest Producer Abdulbhai in Tollygunge Film-Industry….who is producing a film with Nilay Singh! Wait, are you kidding? Are you seriously telling me… you just had sex with Indudi and Abdul Kader Sk!”
Swastika looked down at her shoes and nodded, face completely red in shame.
“Wow… it’s okay and natural. But I need a moment to process this.”
“Gargidi… I don’t know what’s happening to me…”
“Well, yeah, it’s OK to please your Producer. According to me it’s a part of film and is very natural for any actress, Swastika. So you needn’t to be embarrassed. However, you probably had too much to drink and Indudi took advantage of you….”
“No, that’s not what I mean. It’s not her fault… I myself wanted it. Just like I want it now. I can’t stop.”
“What do you mean by ‘now’?”
“I want you, Gargidi. I need you right now.” Swastika grabbed the back of Gargi’s head and forced a kiss on her unsuspecting lips.
“Mfff!” Gargi tried to resist for about a second before surrendering to her younger friend’s curious tongue. She had never kissed another woman before. And, as incredible as the feeling was, she was still awkward about it, not knowing what to do with her hands or the rest of her body.
Swastika noticed her hesitation and took care of it immediately. She grabbed Gargi’s hands and guiding them around her slim waist and right to her firm ass, to which Gargi responded with a good, strong squeeze. With the fabric of her dress being so thin, Gargi could feel her soft ass-gloves through her saree-saya. Very slowly she pulled those upto her slim waist where her lacy panties began, just a couple of inches before plunging into her ass crack.