Lesbi Shave

It was the night before final exams in their Bangalore PG. The whole building was silent with every girl in their rooms, bent over notes, their eyes heavy but still focused on tomorrow’s exam. In one corner room, Maneesha and Nisha sat on the bed, books open on their laps but their attention far away from formulas or definitions. Maneesha’s dusky Kerala face glowed in the dim tube light, her big eyes stealing glances at her roommate. Nisha, fair and sharp from Mumbai, bit her lip and made funny faces as if mocking the textbooks. They exchanged smiles, “Serious aa studying aa,” Maneesha whispered, her Malayali accent sweet and naughty. Nisha smirked, “Arre yaar, who cares about exam, I only wanna study your body.”

Maneesha had always been different, even back in Kerala. Boys never attracted her much, but she still remembered the time she blushed seeing her senior girl undressing in the hostel bathroom. Nisha’s story was bolder. Back in Mumbai, she had kissed a school friend during a dare and ended up enjoying it more than any guy’s touch. In Bangalore PG they met by chance, both assigned to the same room. Usually three people stayed, but one girl vacated last month, giving them freedom and privacy. It didn’t take long for glances to turn into hugs, hugs into kisses, and kisses into nights tangled together under thin bedsheets. Tonight was supposed to be serious last revision night, But Maneesha pushed her book aside, and leaned into Nisha’s shoulder.

Nisha chuckled and tickled her waist, “You are such a addiction,” Maneesha said, “Good na, better than boring syllabus,” Nisha replied teasing. Their laughter softened into cuddles, hands resting on thighs, bodies leaning closer. Nisha reached for the laptop lying near the pillow clicking it open. The screen glowed in the dark room, their faces lit up as the search bar turned into temptation. With a naughty grin, Nisha typed “lesbian porn” and pressed enter. The textbooks on the table looked abandoned, forgotten. The night was no longer about exams. The laptop screen glowed in the dim PG room as the first lesbian porn clip started. Two women on screen kissed deeply, their tongues wet and playful. 

Maneesha’s eyes widened but she was smiling, sneaking glances at Nisha’s reactions. Nisha licked her lips teasingly and whispered, “Arre wah, i love this chemisty than college one.” Maneesha giggled, hiding her face. Every now and then their eyes met, and both burst into shy laughter. Maneesha poked Nisha’s arm, “Ithu full dirty aa, but I like their curves just liek yours.” Nisha winked back. Their cuddles tightened, thighs pressing, shoulders rubbing. Maneesha leaned into Nisha’s neck, pretending to watch but secretly breathing her scent. The porn grew hotter, and so did their touches, even while they kept cracking naughty jokes. The heat became too much to handle. 

Maneesha pulled off her sweater, her dusky arms bare. Nisha followed, slipping out of her jacket, leaving her in just a tight top. Nisha laughed and kept the fan in full speed. Cold air rushed, making both shiver. They quickly grabbed a blanket and slipped inside together, wrapping it around their bodies. Their legs tangled under the blanket, thighs brushing, nipples hardening under thin tops. Nisha giggled, “You keep me hotter than this blanket, babe.” Maneesha pinched her nipple, “Poda, naughty.” Their hands wandered each others warm body. They cuddled tighter, giggling and moaning softly, whispering dirty lines into each other’s ears. The screen kept playing moans, and their own bodies started to echo the same rhythm.

Out of curiosity, Maneesha clicked on another random suggested video. The title flashed: 2 Girls 1 Cup. Both burst into laughter at the name, expecting some kinky fun. But within seconds, their smiles froze. On screen, two women sat as a cup placed between them. They started peeing into it. “Ayyyo disgusting daa,” Maneesha squealed, covering her face but peeking again. Nisha shouted, “Arre behenchod, they are pissing in a cup yaar!” The next moment the women vomited inside, mixing yellow chunks, then even squeezed blood from pads into it. Maneesha gasped, “Ohhh cheyyya… full yuck but still I can’t stop. full wild naa” Nisha laughed in shock, “Arre wah, ye toh full crazy porn!” 

Their expressions twisted in disgust but their hands still clutched each other tightly. They hid faces in each other’s shoulders but never paused the video. When the girls on screen drank the mess, both screamed “Ithu aaa… arrrghhh” and then burst into dirty giggles. The video ended, leaving them half disgusted, half aroused, still laughing like mad girls in their secret blanket world. Maneesha looked at Nisha with wide eyes, “Ayyyo, cheyyya… that was too much daa.” Nisha giggled, falling beside her, “Arre yaar, disgusting as hell, but I swear I enjoyed watching it.” They both laughed again, half ashamed, half excited. Their thighs rubbed under the blanket as Nisha whispered,

 “Imagine if we did the same… exchange our own juices.” Maneesha slapped her arm, “Poda… ee mind full dirty.” But her eyes glowed with a strange thrill. The more they thought of it, the more their bodies pressed together, stuck between disgust and desire. Suddenly Nisha climbed on top of Maneesha and pulled open her kurti buttons halfway, exposing her bra, making her gasp. “Arre baby, exams toh fail karenge… but tonight we will pass in sex,” Nisha teased, licking her lips. Maneesha squirmed, trying to cover, but her giggles filled the room. “Cheyyya… padikkanam tomorrow,” she protested weakly. “Shut up yaar, study my body first,” Nisha shot back, bending low. While teasing, her hand clicked on another suggested video on the laptop. 

Both stopped, blinking at the strange scene. On screen, two girls sat with scissors, cutting chunks of each other’s hair. Snip, snip, long strands falling on the floor. Maneesha sat up straight, fixing her kurti, but her eyes stayed glued. Nisha leaned closer, whispering, “Arre wah, this is new level, babe.” Maneesha bit her lip, her heart pounding with a different excitement. The video grew darker. One girl on screen picked up a razor, pressed it against her partner’s head, and scraped. Long locks fell in messy clumps, leaving patches of bald scalp exposed. The girl moaned while laughing, touching her own bare skin. Soon, the other one grabbed the razor too, dragging it across, shaving the last hair off her lover’s head.

Both ended up bald, their heads shining under light, faces glowing with raw lust. Then they stripped off their clothes, smooth heads rubbing, breasts pressing, mouths locked. They kissed and licked, their bald heads sliding against each other like a strange ritual. Maneesha’s breath hitched, “Ayyyo… so sexy, daa.” Nisha smirked, eyes dark, “Arre wah, imagine a bald sexy girfriend.” Maneesha blushed, hiding her face, but her voice was shaky, “Cheyyya… but I feel some thrill inside.” The video ended, but their hearts pounded with a dangerous new obsession. Both of them lay side by side, their faces still glowing from the dirty thrill. Nisha whispered, “That video… fucking disgusting yaar, but damn I was wet.”

Maneesha laughed, covering her mouth, “Aiyyo, did you get climax or what?” They teased each other, saying how crazy it would be if they did the same. Nisha made a face, “Drink each other’s shit and piss? Eww, but kinda hot also.” Maneesha blushed, “And that headshave one… chetta, that gave me goosebumps.” Their talk was full of giggles, dirty comments, and shy smiles. Both knew they were getting more turned on just by imagining. Nisha suddenly climbed on top of Maneesha, pulling her kurti open, kissing her neck roughly. Maneesha gasped, “Poda, dirty girl!” but still helped Nisha undress her fully. Slowly, she slid Nisha’s bra off, letting it fall, and they hugged each other naked under the blanket. 

Their hands moved everywhere, soft and wild at the same time, squeezing, rubbing, teasing. Maneesha grabbed the scissors lying on the study table, held it near Nisha’s curls and whispered, “Are you seriously ready for this?” Nisha licked her lips and said, “Do it baby… cut it wild, I want it.” With a bold grin, Maneesha snipped straight into Nisha’s thick curls. Hair fell all over the blanket as she chopped randomly, uneven and messy. Nisha laughed, moaned, and smirked, “Fuckkk, I’m going bald sexy!” Maneesha kept cutting until only short stubs remained close to her scalp, Nisha’s beauty looking raw and wild. In that messy moment, Nisha shuddered, releasing her juice below. 

She quickly caught it in a small steel cup from the table, smirking wickedly. “Drink me, babe.” Maneesha’s eyes widened but she took the cup. First sip made her gag and laugh, “Aiyyo salty… yuck… but hot. just like you” Nisha laughed dirty, “Good girl, swallow me.” Maneesha sat cross-legged on the bed, her messy curls falling all around after Nisha’s wild scissor cuts. Nisha giggled dirty, grabbing the scissors again. “My turn, sexy,” she said, snipping off random chunks of Maneesha’s hair. Strands flew everywhere, some sticking on their sweaty skin. Maneesha laughed, “Aiyyo, you’re making me look crazy.” Nisha teased back, 

“Pagli, you’ll look hotter bald, trust me.” The whole room was filled with their giggles, moans, and wild girly jokes. In the middle of all this madness, Maneesha moaned and got wet. She cupped her juice in the same steel glass, smirking shyly. “Your turn to taste,” she whispered. Nisha took it, “Ughhh… salty but fucking wild,” she said, wiping her mouth and laughing. They hugged again, kissing deep. Then Nisha pulled out a safety razor, holding Maneesha’s head steady. The first few strokes scraped off the fuzz, but soon the scalp went dry. With a wicked idea, Nisha spat a big load of saliva straight into the same cup, poured it on Maneesha’s scalp, and rubbed it in. 

Maneesha shivered as the blade slid, her wetness dripping more. She rubbed her juice on her head, mixing it with spit, making the shave shine smooth. “Aiyyo… bald and sexy, I love it,” she giggled, touching her own shiny scalp, cracking kinky jokes, She laughed wild, kissing Nisha roughly. Then Maneesha pushed Nisha down on the bed, climbed over her, full heat in her eyes. “Your turn kutti,” she whispered, holding the razor. With a wild grin, she pressed the blade on Nisha’s head and made the very first scrape slow and dirty. Nisha moaned, eyes closed, the thrill sparking stronger. Maneesha held Nisha’s head steady and kept dragging the razor across her scalp, 

slowly removing the last fuzz. Nisha moaned louder with every scrape until she suddenly climaxed, her juice spilling out. Maneesha caught it with her hand, rubbed it all over Nisha’s half-shaved head, and whispered dirty, “Now shiny like me, bitch.” The blade slid smoother, leaving Nisha bald and glowing under the yellow light. Then Nisha smirked, flipped Maneesha onto the bed, and sat on her waist. “Now my turn, babe.” She lifted Maneesha’s arms and The raw smell made her dizzy, but she grinned, “Mmm, tasty stink,” scraping smooth. Slowly, Nisha moved down between Maneesha’s legs. Maneesha blushed, covering her face shyly, but didn’t resist —

Instead, she spread herself wider, giving full control. With teasing strokes, Nisha shaved her private hair, making it as smooth as her bald head. Maneesha trembled and couldn’t hold back. She squirted suddenly, juices splashing all over Nisha’s face. Both burst into laughter, Nisha licking it playfully, Maneesha pulling her close and kissing hard. Their bald heads pressed together, rubbing, shining with sweat and wetness, their girly giggles mixing with moans. Now Maneesha grabbed the razor again and pushed Nisha’s arms up shaving the thick underarm growth clean. Soon it was soft and shining, and Nisha winked dirty, “Don’t stop there babe… shave my bottom too.”

Maneesha hesitated, blushing, but did it slowly, her hands trembling as she shaved Nisha’s private part smooth. Nisha moaned wildly, so close to losing control. Finally, she bent Maneesha down, full heat in her eyes and peed directly over Maneesha’s bald head. The warm stream ran down her scalp, making Maneesha gasp and laugh dirty. The room turned into a battlefield of lust — both of them naked, bald heads rubbing, hands exploring breasts and sliding deep into each other’s wetness. Maneesha clawed Nisha’s back while Nisha squeezed her hard, both moaning shamelessly. The bed was a dirty mess — hair scattered everywhere, sweat dripping, cum soaking the sheets, 

the stink of pee and spit heavy in the air. They didn’t care. Their bodies crashed and locked, desperate to feel more, to go beyond the edge. Maneesha whispered filth into Nisha’s ear, dirty words tumbling out nonstop. Nisha smirked and pushed her fingers deep inside Maneesha, twisting, making her lose all control. Maneesha’s stomach twisted, her body convulsing, and suddenly she vomited. Instead of pulling away, Nisha caught her lips, kissed her hard, and swallowed every drop. Maneesha’s eyes widened in shock, but she couldn’t stop — the madness was too much. Their bald heads pressed together, sweat dripping, their breath mixing in dirty heat. 

Moments later, Nisha gagged and vomited too. This time, Maneesha caught it with her mouth, swallowing it like a dark promise. Both of them froze, panting, realising they had just lived out everything from that cursed video — two bald girls, naked, having exchanged every part of themselves: cum, pee, spit, vomit. The room smelled raw, filthy, intense. Just when their moans reached the loudest pitch, a sudden thunderous bang shook the door. Both froze, eyes wide in fear, their sweaty bald heads turning toward the noise. The night of madness ended in chilling suspense. Who was that???