Echoes of Anu – Part 4 (Giving Grace)

Hello, Everyone; this is Anu Shain, 30 years old (34D and 5’6 tall) from a Marathi and Telugu background, living abroad for a decade now. I want to share another story with ISS readers.

This story happened right after my previous story, Echoes of Anu – Part 3 (Shattered Silhouettes); this story happened in the year 2012. One day, my maid Geet showed me the value of a Giver in bed as she jerked my dad. Priya, my friend, challenged me to be a Giver rather than always a Taker in bed. As I help her, I begin to understand the true pleasure of the Giver, all while grappling with feelings for Vishnu and Arjun, my distant boyfriend.

Continued..!

The sunlight sneaked through the curtains; volume light hit my naked back as I forced myself out of bed, groggy from last night’s chatter with Mukesh and Sandy. The clock read 7 a.m. too early for me. I slipped into my nightgown and padded downstairs, the house eerily quiet.

Mom was probably at the temple, as usual. Geet was nowhere in sight. I stood in the empty kitchen, considering making coffee but decided against it. Then, a faint moan caught my attention. Dad’s office door was slightly ajar. I hesitated.

I muttered under my breath, inching closer. The door creaked softly as I nudged it open just enough to peek inside. What I saw froze me in place. Dad stood next to the office desk without any pants. Geet kneel in front of him, her hands moving with steady precision across my dad’s dick. Her touch wasn’t rushed or mechanical, it was deliberate, almost reverent.

For the first time, I noticed the seduction in her eyes and the patience in her movements. She wasn’t just giving a blowjob; this was something more. Erotic, maybe? Respectful, definitely.

Dad sighed, a rare sound of moan. I stepped back silently, closing the door. That kind of lust, I’d never seen it before, not in me, not in anyone.

I sat on my bed, still replaying what I’d seen. Geet’s hands, her erotic skill, and her quiet talent lingered in my mind.
“Shouldn’t Mom be the one doing that?” I murmured, bitterness creeping into my voice. Mom was always at the temple, serving God. Dad was here, needing someone.

My world revolved around me, my hostel nights with Priya, my desires, my kinks. I didn’t even know how to give sexual pleasure to someone else, so I let others care for me like Geet did. For the first time, I saw myself clearly as a taker in bed. And I didn’t like what I saw.

The afternoon sun poured through my window as I sat at my desk, tackling my university assignment. Drawing and calculating filled the records, a small comfort in their predictability.

My phone buzzed beside me. Priya, Again. “Not now,” I muttered, silencing it for the third time. The drawings in the assignment demanded focus, and I wasn’t in the mood for her endless chatter about shopping or her latest drama.
But guilt gnawed at me. Once I finished, I called her back.

Priya: “Finally! Thought you’d fallen off the planet.”

Me: “Sorry, I was busy. What’s up?”

Priya: “Come shopping with me! You’re free now, right?”

Me: “I’m not done with my assignment, Priya. Besides, I don’t like those cheap shops you drag me to. They don’t have quality.”

Priya: “Oh, come on, don’t be a snob! Fine, if you’re busy, send Raju with some cash. He’ll carry my bags.”

I sighed, already regretting answering her call.

Me: “Fine. I’ll send him. Just don’t go overboard, Priya.”

Priya: “You’re the best, Anu! Love you!”

Hanging up, I called Raju, handed him money, and sent him off. A pang of guilt stirred in me for not helping Priya with shopping. After a couple of hours, my phone buzzed again.

Priya: “Hey, Anu, quick favour. I bought a few clothes without trying them no trial room, you know? Mind if I come over to use yours?”

Me: “Priya, I’m still busy—”

Priya: “Oh, please! I favour quick. Don’t make me beg.”

Her tone left no room for argument. Minutes later, she arrived, carrying a mountain of clothes. I stared half in disbelief. Geet appeared, her calm demeanour intact, and instinctively helped Priya with the bags.

My excuses hadn’t worked, and Priya, as always, got her way. I sat cross-legged on my bed, pretending to scroll through my laptop while Priya gleefully unpacked her latest haul.

Priya: “Look! Matching lingerie for us! Isn’t it cute?”

I felt my cheeks flush. “Priya, seriously?”

Priya: “Relax, Anu! You’re so uptight. Anyway, time to try these babies on.”

Before I could protest, she started to undress and change right there off with one outfit, on with another. It was a whirlwind of colours and fabrics.

Priya: “What do you think? This one’s a vibe, right?”

Me: “Sure, Priya. Great.”

Then, I saw a soft, pastel kurta on my bed. My gaze lingered on the delicate embroidery and smooth fabric.

Me: “That one… It’s nice. Really nice.”

Priya spun around in the mirror wearing a bra and panties, then glanced at me with a mischievous grin.

Priya: “You know what? This kurta looks way better on you. Consider it a gift!”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Priya, you don’t have to—”

Priya: “No arguments! It’s yours.”

Touched, I smiled. “Thank you, Priya. Really.” As she packed up, her energy was infectious, but something lingered in my mind while seeing Priya semi-nude Geet’s Attentiveness to Dad earlier.

Me: “Hey, Priya. Sit down for a second.”

Priya raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

Me: “Just… trust me.”

Tentatively, I began rubbing her shoulders, trying to emulate Geet’s focus and patience.

Priya: “Whoa, Anu! This is… new.”

I laughed softly, feeling a strange warmth. Maybe empathy wasn’t so hard after all. As I worked my hands over Priya’s ass, I couldn’t help but voice the thought gnawing at me.

Me: “Priya, do you think… I’m always the Taker in the bed? Like, I never really give pleasure?” squeezing her butt cheeks.

Priya tilted her head back, smirking. “You give plenty, Anu. You give me scissoring, licking my boobs, sucking my lips ”

Me: “That’s not what I mean. I mean attentiveness. Like… prioritises my partner’s pleasure and satisfaction.”

Priya paused, uncharacteristically serious. “You’re just not the nurturing type, Anu. It’s not bad. Some people are just better at taking care of others sexually.”

Her words lingered uncomfortably.

Me: “But… what if I want to be?”

As my hands moved gently over Priya’s back and unhooked her bra, I couldn’t help but ask, “Priya, do you think giving sexual pleasure feels… different? More fulfilling than just getting an orgasm?”

Priya sighed, leaning into my touch. “Maybe, but giving is hard, Anu. It takes patience, and, let’s be honest, you’ve never really needed to give much.”

I closed my eyes, letting her words settle. Geet’s eyes flashed in my mind, Intuitive, Skilful, full of something deeper. Slowly, my hands softened, my movements becoming more Generous, rubbing Priya’s boobs.

Priya shifted slightly and glanced back. “Whoa, Anu. What happened? Your hands… they feel different. Softer. Are you horny or something?”

As I continued to knead Priya’s boobs, I focused on every motion, each movement slow and deliberate. For once, I wasn’t rushing, wasn’t distracted.

Priya: “Ah.., this is… really nice. Where’d you learn this?”

Me: “I didn’t. I just realised it’s about patience. About giving sexual pleasure to someone else for a change.”

Priya, usually a chatterbox in bed, fell unusually silent, her head drooping as she relaxed into my touch, and she slowly pulled her panty down. The room, so often filled with her soft moan, grew calm.

I smiled softly to myself. For the first time, I wasn’t just an Intuitive, I was giving sexual pleasure. And in that stillness, I finally understood what it meant to be truly Attentive to someone.

As Priya leaned further into the comfort and spread her legs, her voice softer now, I couldn’t help but think of Arjun. Could I do this for him too? Could I learn to connect and seduce him in his own rational world?

Me: “Priya, do you think giving sexual pleasure is something you can… learn? Or is it just something people have naturally?”

Priya, half-drowsy, murmured, “I think it’s both. Some people are just ready to lick pussy… others, like you, have to try. But trying counts, doesn’t it?”

Her words settled in me as I moved my lips on her pussy.

Me: “So, you think effort matters?”

Priya’s fingers interlocked in my hair as I shifted my lips to her inner pussy lips, gently massaging her clit with my tongue. Her silence was unusual, but I noticed a soft smile creeping onto her face and biting her lip.

Me: “What are you thinking about?”

Priya: “Charan. He’s… so patient in bed with me, you know? Like how you’re being now. It feels nice.”

The mention of Charan stung slightly, though I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was jealousy, not for Charan, but for the way Priya seemed to moan the sexual pleasure in my touch so easily, something I was only beginning to understand.

Me: “He’s lucky, then. You’re good at receiving orgasms.”

Priya opened her eyes slightly, her voice dreamy. get you’re learning how to give in bed.” I nodded at Priya, my tongue still gently moving in a rhythmic motion in between her pussy walls.

Me: “You know, I could make you get an orgasm right now with my tongue that you wouldn’t be able to stay strong.”

Priya chuckled, clearly not believing me.

Priya: “Oh really? I’m not some virgin, Anu. I’ll stay wide awake no matter what.”

Me: “You’re on. Bet I can make you get an orgasm in five minutes.”

Her eyes sparkled with the challenge.

Priya: “You’ve got no chance. But fine, I accept. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

I took a deep breath, focusing, knowing that, for once, this wasn’t just about winning a bet; it was about something kinky, something I was still learning.

I stopped talking, my tongue moving steadily across Priya’s pussy as I focused on her orgasm and my hands on her nipples. I closed my eyes for a moment, recalling how Arjun used to lick my pussy in our university library. The rhythm, the pressure, the gentle circles with the tongue, everything about it, soothed me into my pussy deep, horny orgasm.

I mimicked the movements in silence, pressing just the right amount of pressure on her clit, moving my tongue in slow, circular motions along her clit hood.

Priya: “Aa..Anu… what’s…?”

She didn’t finish her sentence. I could feel her body relax, her muscles giving way to the calm, her nipples hard erected for the pressure I was creating on her pussy lips.

I didn’t rush, just like Arjun never did. The more I focused, the more Priya’s breaths became heavy and gasping for air, her eyelids heavy.

Me: “Just relax, Priya.”

I felt a sense of pride building. Maybe the is was the true meaning of giving sexual pleasure. I noticed Priya’s efforts to stay strong, her little fidgets and the occasional half-hearted attempts to open her eyes. It made me smile, and I couldn’t help but laugh quietly.

Me: “You’re fighting it, aren’t you?”

Priya: “I’m… not giving up! You’re not winning this bet!”

Her voice was groggy, but her determination was still there. I chuckled, shaking my head while rubbing on her pussy. As I continued, a thought crossed my mind. If I ever had the chance, I would want Vishnu to give me an orgasm, just like Arjun did for me. I sighed softly. Maybe someday. But for now, I’d focus on Priya’s orgasm.

As Priya stayed strong, resisting pleasure, my mind began to wander. I thought about Arjun, who always seemed too distant to give sexual pleasure. Vishnu, who had captured my attention but never my pussy. And Charan, whom Priya always mentioned with such sexual affection.

All these people know how to fulfil a woman in some way, understand a woman’s needs, fulfilling our sexual desires, but have I ever really noticed? Or was I always just taking pleasure?

I dipped my tongue into Priya’s hole, warming it between my pussy lips. I could feel the difference now, the shift in perspective. Maybe, just maybe, I was ready to start giving, too. I began to tongue fuck Priya’s pussy again, more focused than ever.

As the fluids dripped from Priya’s pussy to her asshole, her finger gripping hard in my hair, her things squeezing my head into her pussy, I hadn’t stopped tongue fucking her, and after a few seconds, I noticed she had completely screamed to orgasm.

I wiped my mouth with her panty. I tried gently shaking her, but she remained unresponsive, her head sinking deeper into relaxation.

Me: “Priya, hey… wake up, you lost the bet!”

I chuckled softly, realizing just how deep into orgasm she was. I nudged her again, a little firmer this time.

Me: “Priya, come on, wake up!”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her eyelids fluttered open, her expression groggy and confused.

Priya: “What… happened? Stop killing me? Let me take a nap.”

Me: “You sure did get an orgasm. Looks like I won this one.”

Priya blinked, still half-dazed, then gave in with a sheepish smile.

Priya: “All right, all right. You win. But next time, I won’t go down that easily on your pussy!” she said while getting dressed.

Geet entered the room with a tray full of snacks and drinks, her usual calm demeanour making the atmosphere feel cozy. I took the tray from her with a smile.

Geet blushed slightly, her cheeks turning a soft pink as she glanced at me. Geet smiled warmly, setting it down on the table as Priya began collecting her shopping bags. Geet, always attentive, helped Priya with the bags, effortlessly managing the pile.

I watched as Priya, now fully packed, grabbed her bags. Raju was waiting outside to take her home.

Priya: “Alright, I’m off. See you soon, Anu. And… good luck with the assignment!”

She gave me a playful wink before heading out with Raju. I stood there for a moment, feeling a strange sense of fulfilment as if something had shifted inside completely.

To be continued…