Love Triangle : Part 1

She was the sporty kind who drove a red and black Hero Honda and and was always in T’s and jeans with a new pair of sneakers she had picked up in Dubai or Bangkok.

* Note: Contains explicit sexual content.

It was now the monsoons, and Zarina was catching her breath again after weeks of traveling. One Sunday afternoon, she had promised a friend to join a market research project. “What a dud way to spend my afternoon off,” she thought. Then it occurred to her she hadn’t gone on a date in ages. She’d seen a few attractive types around….

The project took place at the Taj Lands End in Bandra. As she was helping herself to sandwiches and tea, she heard a voice behind her. “Hey there Zarina, remember me?” Zarina recognized the voice and whirled around. Immediately the smell of the woman’s perfume hit her. It was RJ.

RJ was probably the coolest woman Zarina had ever fucked. And god did she fuck well.

She was the sporty kind who drove a red and black Hero Honda and and was always in T’s and jeans with a new pair of sneakers she had picked up in Dubai or Bangkok. RJ was the creative head of her family’s company and a real rebel. She and RJ always had great sex and it was always casual with no strings attached; but Zarina had stopped seeing her when she started dating Mallika.

“My loss,” thought Zarina. “Best fuck in town.”

Turned out that RJ and her new squeeze of the season were both on the project. “I thought to pinch your ass hello,” said RJ cheekily. “You’ve put on some weight. But it suits you. It’s gone to your ass.”

Zarina gurgled with laughter. “Shut up you cow. You look as hot as ever. Am sorry I let you go.”

“Let me go? Baby, you know we can pick up right where we left off!”

“What about your new lady love? She’s kinda cute. A bit young for you isn’t she?”

“Lisa? Ah yeah. She’s 22 yaar. Not so young! Old enough to know how to get laid and do the job! She’s pretty good.”

“You’re shameless.”

“Well some things never change.”

There was an awkward pause while RJ looked Zarina up and down. “Listen baby I am not too thrilled about this project. How about you, me and Lisa take out a room and you know, for old time’s sake?”

“I am sure old times have nothing to do with it.”

“Seriously, Lisa’s never done a threesome and I wanna you know, expand her horizons.”

“Is that what they’re calling it now? Nice.”

“Listen fuck this yaar. Are you in or not? Say the word and I’ll take out a room.”

This would be easy thought Zarina. She was in need of a good fuck. The Lisa chick looked like she could use a few lessons. “I’m in.”

“Good come up in 15 minutes. Lisa and I will be waiting for you. I will sms you the room number.”

Zarina moseyed up at the designated time. She held her breath outside the door and looked down. Had she really put on weight? She walked in.

Lisa was lying on the bed naked and sprawled out facing the door.

“Hi Zarina, nice to meet you. RJ’s told me all about you.” She was Goan, and her dark skin glowed. She had nice plump tits even though she was toned all over. A black tuft between her legs. Her long dark wavy hair fell behind her. RJ lay behind her and squeezed her girlfriend’s tits while she nibbled on her ear. “Take your clothes off baby and come join us.”

About the author

Sasha Bings

Sasha Bings was born in England in 1980, but her family returned to India when she was 16. She escaped two years later to study psychology and creative writing in the United States, coming back to Bombay as a fully-fledged lesbian in her mid-twenties. Like most of us, she has a day job, but writes short stories on her blackberry when she’s stuck in traffic, or late at night before she falls asleep. She used to meditate, but she found writing stories to be much more cathartic. Sasha blesses all her ex-loves for teaching her that life goes on. These stories are dedicated to them. She lives with her two cats, Minks and Kinks, and parrot, Sing-Song.