{Saanjh Silks, Thane, Mumbai}
{12th July 1992}
{Rigel's POV}
Parvati's fingers wrapped around my wrist with a confident ease as she pulled me with her. Her nails were painted a bright shade of red that matched the saree she'd just chosen. "Come on, Rigel," she whispered, mischief already gleaming in her eyes as she tugged me behind a thick red curtain that separated the shop from the fitting rooms.
The air inside the narrow hallway changed instantly, the sounds were instantly muted, and it was then I realized how loud it had been. The world outside faded, as we were left alone. I barely heard a whispered conversation between Ginny and an attendant as she learned how to wear this traditional Indian garment.
Parvati glanced back at me and then behind me, making sure no one was following us or looking our way. She then led me to the end of the hallway, where the light was dimmer than everywhere else. She drew another curtain aside, letting us into a small changing room barely big enough for four people. Its walls were layered with cardboard walls with hooks in place for convenience. There was some kind of spell providing a gentle waft, which contained a faint smell of jasmine that lingered around the small room.
For a moment, we just stood there, the energy between us suddenly heightened by the quiet and the anticipation. Parvati smiled, no hint of shyness visible on her, just that fearless sparkle I'd always seen suppressed because Lavender likes to take charge during our interactions together.
With one hand, she swept the vibrant red saree across her shoulder, spinning it slightly as she hid behind the woven thread. "You know, I always wanted to try something bold like this," she said, her tone low and teasing. "And I think it brings out my best side, don't you think?"
I nodded, unable to look away from her, her mischievous smile was hidden behind the red curtain, which caught the light at an angle and shimmered slightly. "It's… definitely working," I replied.
Parvati grinned wider, stepping a little closer, the edges of the saree brushing my arm as she let it go and it fell onto her hands. I detected a hint of nervousness in her mana but none on her face as she continued, "You're sweet. But I dragged you in here for more than just flattery." She reached up, her hand warm at the back of my neck, and before I could say another word, she pressed her lips to mine, a quick, deep kiss that lingered as she opened her mouth for more exploration. Her boldness caught me off guard, and although I wanted to press her against the wall now, I suppressed that desire and let her lead for a bit.
It was over almost as soon as it began, but the feeling of arousal and anticipationdidn't fade. I caught my breath as a surprised smile crept over my face, but her actions didn't stop. She wrapped the saree around my neck and pushed the blouse, a type of brassier from what I could tell, into my hands.
She looked at me, her expression a little shy as she said, "I'm a little nervous, okay," she murmured, "I haven't done this... alone before... You know," She touched the edge of her top before she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Grabbing the hem of her top, she pulled it over, and a lace-covered red bra entered my sight. For a moment she stood before me, the red bra, enhanced by her darker skin color, and the traditional earrings dangling from her earlobes, but then she turned away.
I looked into the mirror that I hadn't noticed was fixed onto the other wall, catching her eyes as she grinned, her nervousness ebbing away slowly as she reached behind her, unclasping the bindings, unhooking the straps, and letting it fall. My eyes scanned her breasts. Their size had definitely improved from earlier this year.
She turned around, and I kept my eyes fixed on her brown nipples. They looked different from anyone else's, their shade a solid dark brown. I noticed that she seemed to relax a lot more when I was not directly looking into her eyes. Behind this tough display, she was still very nervous. She found her confidence after a few moments and leaned closer. I looked up into her black eyes, and she briefly faltered. I used my left hand to grab her creamy waist and pull her closer.
Our lips met once again. This time, the tangling of tongues lasted a lot longer, until her nervousness faded. I kept my hand on her back, supporting her as her arms were wrapped around my neck, tousling my hair every few moments. A few minutes later, she slipped away, taking the blouse for her dress with her. She gave me a teasing smile as she pushed her arms through the garment that looked like an enhanced version of a bra. Turning around, she indicated with her eyes that I should help her with the strap.
I stepped up, my fingers gliding over her soft, almost velvety skin. I noticed her eyes close partially at my touch, her anticipation bubbling as I grabbed the straps and closed the hooks, pretty much like a bra. She smiled at me and then pulled her wand out of her jeans. "~Obstringere~"
The blouse tightened around her chest as she took a deep breath, her cleavage bulged slightly. Once the magic faded, she let go and turned to me. "How does it look?" She asked.
"Beautiful," I replied. "To be honest, you looked better with nothing on." I shrugged as she ducked her head. Shaking her head, she grabbed the front of her jeans and unbuttoned them. With another wave of her wand, she pointed at her jeans and changed "~Emollire~".
The tight fabric immediately loosened and was now bundled around her legs. She stepped out of it like it was a skirt and waved her wand, canceling the charm, her jeans returning to their original appearance.
"You know, Mom wanted me to go to Hogwarts to get a wand just for these two charms. They make getting dressed so much easier." She grinned as she shared a secret. My eyes followed her curves: a red thong stretched across her waistline, enhancing her caramel-colored skin as she walked over, then suddenly dropped. I looked down to find her legs stretched wide, showing me the wetness of her thong, almost dripping with anticipation as her hands grabbed onto the button of my jeans.
"Someone's eager," I teased her, getting a serious nod in return.
Her hands worked fast, and in a few moments, my stiffening cock was hanging in front of her face. I admittedly used some of my metamorph magic to get it to full mast quicker, and under her excited eyes, it was pointing straight at her lips. I could see the deep plunging neckline further enhanced by her tightened blouse, and at the same time, her thong-covered ass visible behind her head.
"Okay, I admit, the blouse does add some charm to it." I nod as her lips closed the distance, a quick peck with her eyes closed as I activated the skill to enhance her pleasure.
'This is going to be a wonderful trip...'
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AN: First sex scene with just Parvati ahead. Parvati's photo in the blouse and thong on her knees is available on P.atreon for free tier members.
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