### Nandu's POV

After teasing my brother about the mysterious "bed scent" (if only he knew!), I found myself alone in my room, the sheets still carrying traces of last night's wild secrets. Just one whiff sent arousal darting straight between my legs—my pussy throbbing with want. I stripped, washing away sweat, tossing my bra aside, slipping beneath my cozy sweater and woolen pants to fight the cold.

Dinner was a blur, only the warmth of the ETV news and family anchoring me while my mind replayed the rain, the secrets, the taste of Sowmya still lingering in my mouth. Later, back in my haven, that sweet scent on the pillow triggered another surge of heat. Shivering, I peeled off my woolen pants and panties, squeezing the pillow between my thighs—the soft brush on my vaginal lips making my clit pulse. My fingertips wandered, brushing my pubic hair, circling lower, teasing my slippery clit, moving in lazy, almost guilty circles. The wetness grew, my juices slick under my touch, breath catching as I dared to slide a finger inside my hungry pussy—testing, curling, searching for something deeper.

I muffled my moans with a blanket—"mmm, aahhh..."—knowing all too well I had to stay silent lest anyone hear me. But desire hummed under my skin, promising I'd return soon to explore this wild freedom. Tomorrow was another exam—and a meeting with Rahul that promised even more heat. Reluctantly, I stopped, curled up in my own intoxicating scent, and drifted to sleep.

Morning dawned: full-coverage kurti and pajama, dupatta tucked in for modesty (as if that ever hid my curves or contained my cleavage). No matter how I dressed, my big boobs always found a way to tease anyone who dared look—especially the boob nerds. Teja gave me a lift to college—for the last exam, for what felt like the last page of an era.

### Rahul's POV

I paced the college, heart hammering. Nandu—my beautiful storm—would be free today, officially my junior in aeronautical engineering. I spotted her stepping off from the Teja's Tvs wego, her kurti hugging every lush line, her heavy breasts outlined just enough to drive me insane, her lips soft and kiss-swollen, hair wild with rain. My mouth went dry as she approached, the outline of her body making my mind race. Her lips... God, so close, I could see every glistening curve. I caught the scent of her skin: a mix of soap, rain, and something sap-sweet and maddening underneath.

I forced a calm smile: "All the best for your last exam, Nandu. Meet me at the café after?"

She nodded, smiled—a spark behind her eyes that promised mischief.

### Nandu's POV

Exam blitzed by—science was easier than I imagined, thanks to the juicy tips I'd drilled with Sowmya the night before. Relief washed over me. In the cafeteria, everyone buzzed, checking answers and reliving their favorite questions. I caught Rahul's look from a distance, him perched away from my group; I signaled, "Ten minutes." After saying my goodbyes with Priya and Sowmya—warm hugs, emotional smiles—I told them Teja would come, so they could go ahead. "I'll see you at farewell!" we promised, eyes shiny with the thrill of endings and new beginnings.

I checked the coast: clear. Then I slid over to Rahul, heart pounding with nerves but a secret thrill too.

Me: "Rahul, now what?"

Rahul: "Should we... go to our room again?"

Of course, that room. The one where our hands and breath got tangled last time. I nodded, heart pounding, following him into the silent hallway.

Inside, the door closing with a soft thud, my nerves fizzed with equal parts dread and desire. He turned, his eyes hungry.

Rahul: "I missed our kiss the last time, Nandu. Will you let me have it now?"

I tried to play it cool, but my voice betrayed a tremble—"I said no, Rahul, last time..."

He pleaded, soft and desperate: "Just once, please? I promise—only a kiss, just between us. I swear, Nandu, please?"

A million nerves, a thousand butterflies. Last time I said no, but now... after all my fantasies, after all the things I'd dared to explore alone, maybe I wanted to feel more. Still, I said, "Just a kiss, Rahul. Nothing more." His eyes promised secrets, but I nodded.

### Rahul's POV

I couldn't believe I was here again with her—alone, undone by her scent, the buzz of adrenaline louder than the rain outside. The last time, her breasts had been a magnetic force I barely touched. This time, I wanted more—a real kiss, evidence that something between us was real.

She took her time, looking out the window, wrestling some invisible battle inside. Then... she nodded.

She didn't make the first move, so I stepped in, heart hammering. I cupped her cheeks, our lips so close I could see her little breaths misting before me. She closed her eyes; my gaze dropped involuntarily to the deep, teasing curve of her cleavage, heart thumping with want.

> Her: "Rahul, you don't have all day."

### Nandu's POV

Our faces inched together. His hands were warm and commanding, cradling my neck, pulling me in. His lips brushed mine—the first kiss, all heat and madness, his breath mixing with mine. "Aahhh..." The sound slipped out before I could stop it.

His mouth grew bolder, sucking my lower lip, tongue sliding between my parted lips, tasting, coaxing—arousing something wet and wicked deep inside me. My hands grabbed his cheeks, fingers digging into his hair as we kissed, breath gone, world spinning.

His lips consumed me—first gentle, then urgent, sucking my lower lip until my whole body tingled, nipples aching under my bra, heat sweeping wet and reckless through my core. Our lips kept chasing one another, hands tangling in hair, bodies tumbling closer. I pressed my chest against his hands, the ripe shape of my breasts molding to his palms, cupping my breasts over my kurti—pressing, rubbing, palms hungry on soft curves. My nipples hardened, fighting the fabric, every squeeze sending sparks through me. Wetness pooled between my thighs, the ache throbbing in my pussy,
the sensation like a hundred shivers all at once. For the first time, a boy's touch covered me entirely; even through the cloth, I knew I'd never forget the feeling, and my mind almost screaming for more.

His hands, emboldened, slipped down, caressing my neck, then lower, gliding over my chest, fingers tracing the line of my cleavage even as my kurti fought to hide me. Each squeeze sent a little whimper from my lips
His hands started sliding even lower, slipping under my kurti, seeking my bare waist, his thumbs teasing close to the elastic of my pajama. My body arched, moans barely contained. "Rahul..." I breathed, half-wild, half-pleading.

I jerked back, heart slamming, tearing away with a gasp. "No, Rahul. We agreed—just a kiss."

### Rahul's POV

Being this close—her lips like soft petals, her skin giving off waves of warmth—was a kind of fever. I savored every taste, every moan, every shiver under my hands. The way her breasts filled my palms, how her hips pressed near mine, was maddening. I slid my fingers beneath her dupatta, feeling the curve of her upper chest, the perfect tightness and heat, and for a moment I wanted the world to melt away. Even the way she gasped, "Rahul—ahhh—" when I kissed lower, onto her neck, had my mind spinning with hunger.

I wanted her—every inch, every sigh, every moan. But she was strong, pulling back when I tried to explore more.

### Nandu's POV

I could feel Rahul's hands testing my boundaries, lifting the hem higher, hunger glinting in his eyes. My body throbbed with want, but something fierce inside held firm. I shook my head, heart torn between thrill and fear, "Rahul... the deal was only a kiss."

He looked dazed, breathless, lust painting his face. "Come on, Nandu, you're an adult now..."

He paused, hands in the air, breathing hard. "Please, Nandu, we're adults now..."

My voice broke, but I stood my ground, I shook my head hard, pulling my clothes down tight. "And this is my line. I choose when and with whom. Not now. Not like this." Tears hovered, but anger carried me through.

> Rahul (softening, finally): He respected it, breathing hard "Okay, okay. Thanks for the kiss, Nandu. I promise, I'll remember this forever. And if you ever need help, I'm always here—supporting you. Always."

I smiled, heart pounding with pride. As I turned to go, he begged for one last hug. I let him wrap me up—his arms tight around me, feeling the curve of my boobs pressing close to his chest, his heartbeat galloping with mine. For a moment, it was just the two of us, wrapped up in secrets and heat, bodies speaking all the words we were too scared to say, neither of us pretending we weren't longing for more.

I left him standing, heart still fluttering. Rahul's taste still tingled on my lips, his touch forever etched into the curves of my body. I knew this was just the beginning—next year, he'd be my senior again, temptation just a breath away.

But for now, the world was exams, friends, and the wild, wild promise of what we might become. My body buzzed with what we'd shared, and what I'd saved for myself.

Back outside, rain bright and cold, Teja picked me up. I held onto him tight, chest still heaving, mind whirling. Farewell would come in two days—

I knew some things would wait—maybe for another time, another room, another wild, rainy day.

For now? I belonged to myself: steamy, curious, and so, so ready for whatever came next.