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Sundara - Part 1

Date: 12/9/2014, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: blin18, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

Prologue Hello readers, this is Rupali. I know what you’re thinking: if Rupali is writing the foreword for one of Belinda’s “Headmaster” stories then her secret mystery man is no longer a mystery. It’s true; I know his identity. I feel a bit late to the party because her readers knew so long ago but … well I’m one of you now; no more secrets. The story that follows is – Belinda tells me – the second of three on my discovery of her secret. I read the first one: ‘Twisting on the …’ – I can’t say the rest, it feels like bad luck. I can vouch for the first part before she left the dorm, but as for the rest … frankly I think she made some of it up. Belinda also let me read the other stories. I didn’t like the ones with me in them; it was weird reading an ‘I’ and ‘we’ story (ED: We call that First Person Narrative, Roops. BL) where I was getting all of the attention. It’s like having sex with yourself, but not in a good way. To make it up to me, Belinda promised to write me a story where I was the ‘I’ and she was the ‘she’ (ED: A Ghost Written First Person Narrative. BL) . “And it will be super hot!” she assures me. We’ll see. This is that story. I haven’t read it yet, but Belinda has been asking me some very personal questions about the day we went shoe shopping, so I guess I know what it’s about. I hope you enjoy it. Please don’t make up too much stuff, Belinda. I love you. R. (ED: Love you too, sweetie. BL) ~~~ “Do they do autopsies on heart attack victims?” I asked Belinda. ... “Depends,” she said. “Maybe if they’re young. Why?” “Because I don’t want my parents to read ‘Evidence of sexual arousal’ in the Other Comments section of my post-mortem,” I replied miserably. In truth, I was feeling anything but miserable; I was only half kidding about the heart attack because my heart really was pounding like a marching band on meth, but I was also excited, apprehensive and so, so horny. “Oh, you poor princess,” Belinda teased. “Have you lost your crown?” “Don’t be snotty, sweetie,” I told her. “It doesn’t suit you. And mind the wind; I think you just flashed your bottom.” That took away some of her sass. She looked around and checked for people behind us – there weren’t any, I had already checked three times – and then smoothed her summer school dress and held the hem casually with one hand. “What was wrong with the last two stores, anyway,” I asked. We were shoe shopping … well that’s what Belinda said we were doing, but we had walked in and straight out of two shops already. What we were actually doing was fulfilling a fantasy for her, but if I got a nice pair of heels out of it then … hey, win-win is still a win, right? OK, that’s a lie; it was a fantasy for us both, so win-win-win if I get the heels. “Um, the creepy old pervs, for one,” she said, “who were undressing you with their eyes the moment you walked in. Don’t you want to flash a hot young guy, Rupali.” “I don’t recall saying anything about wanting to flash anyone!” I lied, because playing up the ...