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Loving Burqa

Part 2

From that night on, there were many changes in our lives

From that night on, there were many changes in our lives. Lisa and I were always close, but from that day, we became inseparable. We spent all our free time at school together. We will then come home and once there, don our burqas together. I even got my own now.

 

Rahmet also began to spend even more time at our apartment. It was at his ‘suggestion’ that we changed our outfits. Before, Lisa and I could get away with wearing jeans, even shorts, behind our burqas. No more. Now, we wear skirts that reached our ankles. Also, the sleeves on our shirts must be long enough to reach at least our elbows. Naturally, this required some shopping on our parts as full length dresses is not something that most college students have in their drawers. Rahmet also commented that our apartment was dirty. Lisa and I then spend 3 days cleaning the entire apartment. In our burqas, we cleaned and wash on our hands and knees. Again, a suggestion from Rahmet. It wasn’t the most practical thing to do in a burqa but we managed. At the end of the 3 days, you could not find a speck of dust anywhere in the room or even in the toilet. 

 

The nights were the best. I became Rahmet and Lisa’s audience whenever they had sex. Lisa confessed that she was hugely turned on by the fact that I was there watching them. I confessed that it did the trick for me as well. She and I shared all our secrets now.

 

It was bound to happen. Lisa and I had spoken about it before, so when it did happen it wasn’t really that much of a shock. Lisa had said that Rahmet wanted to have sex with me and had asked her about it. Surprisingly it seems that if Lisa said no, then Rahmet would forget about the whole idea. Something about how being the first woman, Lisa has the right to say no to the second woman. I don’t really understand it but Lisa asked if I was okay with it. It was a dream come true for her. Lisa confessed that she had dreamt of begin in my position, watching as Rahmet and I have sex in that bed of her’s. I didn’t have any real feelings for Rahmet, but for Lisa, I said yes.

 

It happened exactly like it did that night. I was laying on my bed when Lisa walked in. She told me to follow her. This time I didn’t asked why. I put on my burqa and followed her to her room.

 

            Rahmet was sitting on the bed. He saw us and smiled. “Becky,” Rahmet said. “Come here.” Obediently I walked to him and sat quietly beside him on the bed. Lisa stood where I usually stood and was watching us silently. Even in the burqa, I could see that Lisa was very nervous. God, I felt the same way.

 

Rahmet pushed me onto the bed. Just like Lisa was that night, I was naked underneath. Rahmet flipped the burqa up till my waist. Like Lisa, I was covered up top, but totally naked below. This time however Rahmet decided to go slow. I was a little surprise at how tender and considerate he was. His cock entered me and he began to slowly stoke me. The affect however was exactly the same. I was getting wet. I began to move with Rahmet, increasing both our pleasure. It went on for some time. We were both lost in our own world when finally, Rahmet came. I don’t know why, but I came the moment he did. My vison blurred as my body almost shut down from the pleasure I was having. Rahmet then layed beside me and said, “You are one good fuck Becky.” My face beamed at the praise. “Clean me,” he said. Without hesitation, I jumped up and started to clean his cock with my mouth. 

 

“Thanks Lisa. You may go.” I was shocked when I heard Rahmet say that. I looked at Lisa from the corner of my eyes. Damm, I had totally forgotten that she was there. Lisa stood there mesmerized like I was that night. Then quietly, without a word, she turned around and exited the room.

 

 

“You are sure?” I asked for the fifth time.

“Better than fine,” Lisa said. “It was even better than I thought it would be.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Hope you don’t mind but I came on your bed here.”

 

We laughed at that. After Rahmet had gone to sleep, I had sneaked into my room and saw Lisa sleeping in my bed. I was worried that she would be angry at the way Rahmet dismissed her. The opposite was true. She was dismissed the way I usually was, and she was happy about it. 

 

“What do we have here?” Lisa and I turned as we heard the words. Rahmet was standing there by the door looking at us.

“Just talking about the sex you two had.” Lisa coyly said.

“Wonderful sex you mean,” I protested.

“Really?” Lisa exclaimed. “Was it sex or wonderful sex, Sir?” Talk about a loaded question.

“It was good,” Rahmet has a knack for avoiding tough questions. “Just keep it down. I have to get up early tomorrow.”

“I thought your class doesn’t start till late morning?” Lisa said.

“Have to go back to the dorm to pick up my things.” Rahmet answered. “Keep it down.”

“Wait,” I said. “Why don’t you move in with us?”

Rahmet turned around in shock. “That’s a great idea.” Lisa agreed. “You can stay in my room.”

Rahmet shook his head. “No. My father would kill me if he knew that I was living in sin with an unmarried woman.” Lisa and I looked at him in shock. “It’s not a religious thing,” he quickly added. “I’m not that religious of a person but it is just not done. It would be a scandal if anyone back home hears about it.”

“In Pakistan?” I asked.

“Yes. Living in the same room with a woman is just not done. Not unless you are married.”

“Then I’ll move out.” Lisa said immediately. “Becky and I will be in one room, you can take mine.”

 

            It took a while but we finally convinced Rahmet to move in. Surprisingly, Rahmet called home to seek his father’s advice…and permission. It seems that our dear Rahmet was a bit of a family man. Seeing that we don’t have family of our own, Lisa and I found that to be a good if slightly alien thing.

  

            The move itself was relatively simple. Rahmet move in without much of a fuss; however Lisa moving into my room took some time. We had to buy a new bed, a bigger wardrobe and then moved it all into my…our room. Once everything was done, the first few days were the most difficult. Lisa and I have to decide on her place and my place. Close as we were, arguments were unavoidable. Luckily, Rahmet was there to play referee. He made some fair decisions, mainly declaring that we have to share certain things if this was going to work.

 

Then, things began to settle down and fit into a pattern. Lisa and I would come home after school and don our burqas immediately. We did everything in our burqas now; housework, studies, serving Rahmet. Before we serve Rahmet when he came; now that he was living with us, it became a 24/7 thing. Yes, Lisa and I became his servants in all but name. Then, there was the sex. After serving Rahmet all day in our burqas, one of us would watch while Rahmet do the other in his bed. This while still in the burqa! It was like an out of body experience for me and Lisa because we looked so alike while in our burqas. It was like watching ourselves or our identical twin doing it. It was brilliant! After watching, we would go back to our room and bring ourselves off. It was almost as good as having the sex with Rahmet. Sometimes, even better!

 

            Things lasted till the end of the school year. With graduation, Rahmet would return to Pakistan. I knew that. Lisa knew that. And Rahmet knew that. With that in mind, I really shouldn’t been surprised.

 

            Lisa and I were standing at the door of Rahmet’s room like we always were. Today was my turn to watch, so it was a shock when he said, “Both of you, come here.” Lisa and I stood there and looked at each other. We couldn’t see each other faces as we were in our burqas, but we both knew what Rahmet wanted. I was wondering on how to response to Rahmet when Lisa made the decision for me. She stretched out her hand in my direction. Decision made, I held her hand with my own and together we stepped towards Rahmet’s bed.

 

It was the best night of my life.

   


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