The heavy rain battered the school campus, a relentless downpour drumming against the ground as Abir hurried toward the pond behind the school. He clutched two umbrellas, having bought an extra one thinking Joita might need it after her urgent call, his mind buzzing with concern. The air was thick with the earthy scent of wet soil and the faint sweetness of rain-soaked flowers, the trees along the path swaying under the storm's force. As he neared the pond, he spotted Joita and Rishita standing under the overhang of the school building, their figures partially sheltered from the deluge. Joita's long, black hair clung damply to her shoulders, her kurta soaked through, while Rishita's petite frame was wrapped in a drenched blue outfit, her expression a mix of unease and curiosity.
Abir approached them, his steps quick but cautious. He and Rishita avoided each other's gaze, an awkward tension hanging between them. A few days ago, Rishita had walked in on Abir and Joita in a heated moment in the classroom, a memory that left them both embarrassed. Joita broke the silence, her voice bright. "That was quick!"
"You sounded like you were in danger," Abir replied, holding out one of the umbrellas. "Here, take this."
Joita took the umbrella, her fingers brushing his with a teasing touch, and smiled warmly. "That's very sweet of you, Abir. But let's do something interesting."
Rishita tilted her head, her voice hesitant. "What, Joita?"
Joita's lips curled into an evil smile, her eyes glinting as she glanced at the pond, its surface rippling under the heavy rain, surrounded by a dense ring of trees. "The rain is very heavy, and this pond is hidden by trees. Let's take advantage of that."
Abir frowned, confusion clouding his expression. "What are you…" Before he could finish, Joita began undressing, her movements bold and unhesitating. She peeled off her kurta, revealing her curvy body, the damp fabric sliding down to expose her black bra and panties. Rishita's eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing, Joita?"
Joita laughed, kicking off her pants and placing her belongings—mobile, kurta, and pants—on a dry ledge under the overhang. "Let's swim in that pond!" she declared, her tone daring.
Abir couldn't resist. The sight of Joita's voluptuous figure—her full breasts straining against the bra, her hips swaying enticingly—sent a surge of heat through him, his arousal stirring despite the cold rain. He quickly shed his clothes, leaving only his underwear, the fabric tightening as his excitement grew, and added them to the pile with Joita's. Rishita stood speechless, her cheeks flushing. Joita turned to her, grinning. "Come on, Rishita, this will be fun."
Hesitant but intrigued, Rishita removed her clothes, leaving her bra and panties, her curvy body revealed with a shy grace. Abir stole a quick glance, his underwear straining further at the sight of her soft curves and smooth skin. Joita dashed toward the pond, her laughter ringing out as she plunged into the chest-deep water. Abir and Rishita followed, the cold rain mingling with the warm water as they splashed and played, their laughter echoing through the trees.
The trio frolicked in the pond, the rain creating a natural curtain around them, their movements playful yet charged with an undercurrent of desire. At one point, Rishita drifted a bit farther, leaving Joita and Abir closer together. Joita's hand slid to Abir's hip, her touch deliberate. Abir leaned in, his voice a low whisper. "What's your plan, lady?"
Joita didn't reply, her eyes blazing with desire as she slipped her hand into his underwear, pulling out his erect manhood. Standing in the chest-level water, their actions hidden beneath the surface, she began stroking him, her fingers moving with a slow, teasing rhythm. The sensation ignited Abir's heat, his breath hitching as he pulled her into a passionate kiss, his lips claiming hers with hungry intensity, their tongues tangling as the rain poured around them.
Rishita swam back, her voice cutting through their haze. "Guys, what are you doing?"
They broke the kiss, Abir's voice casual despite his racing pulse. "Nothing."
Joita smirked, beckoning Rishita closer. "Come here, Rishita. Look what I got." As Rishita approached, Joita took her hand and guided it to Abir's throbbing dick. "Hold this," she instructed.
Rishita's eyes widened, her voice filled with wonder. "What is this?"
Joita grinned, moving Rishita's hand up and down in a stroking motion. "Do it like this." Rishita followed, her touch hesitant at first but growing bolder, a shy smile spreading across her face. "What is this, Joita?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Joita leaned in, whispering into Rishita's ear, "It's Abir's secret weapon." Rishita's eyes widened further, a blush creeping up her cheeks. Joita continued, her voice low, "Move your hand faster, Rishita." Rishita complied, her strokes quickening, driving Abir closer to the edge, his groans muffled by the rain.
Just as he neared climax, Joita said sharply, "Stop." Rishita froze, and Abir turned to Joita, his eyes questioning. She smirked, her voice commanding. "You have work to do, mister."
Abir's desire flared. He grabbed Joita's neck with one hand, pulling her close, his other hand sliding her panties down. With a swift motion, he entered her, his manhood plunging deep, drawing a loud moan—"Ahh, Abir!"—from her lips. Joita wrapped her legs around his waist, her body pressing against him as she whispered seductively, "Fuck me like I'm your bitch." Abir responded with passionate thrusts, each one deep and deliberate, his hips rolling with a rhythm that made her moan louder—"Ohh, yes!"—her breasts bouncing with each movement, her nails digging into his shoulders as the water splashed around them.
At one point, Joita gasped, "Wait, Abir." He paused, his breath heavy. She panted, "Rishita, remove my bra. It's in the way." Rishita, still processing the scene, reached over and unhooked Joita's bra, letting it float away in the water. Before Joita could speak again, Abir resumed, thrusting with renewed passion, her moans escalating—"Mmm, Abir!"—as her bare breasts pressed against him.
Joita, caught in the throes of pleasure, managed to say, "Rishita, stop touching yourself and join us. It would be more fun that way." Without a word, Rishita shed her bra, her full breasts bared to the rain, and moved closer. Abir reached out with one hand, pulling her into a deep kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as Joita watched with a sly smile. "Let's see if you can take us both, Abir?" Joita teased, her voice dripping with challenge.