Birthday Gift

It was a warm Saturday evening in Bangalore. We were at Chhavi’s stylish apartment in Koramangala, celebrating Arjun’s 32nd birthday. The three of us had been close since college days. Good wine, laughter, and old memories flowed easily. Chhavi and Arjun had been together for four years now, and I had always remained the flirty, comfortable friend in the group.

As the night grew softer and the lights dimmed, Chhavi brought it up again after her third glass of wine.

“I just can’t stand doing it,” she said, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “But I know how much Arjun loves it. Anika… you used to like him back in the day, right? Think you could help him out for his birthday?”

My heart slammed against my ribs. I felt my cheeks burn, but the idea sent a sudden rush of heat between my legs. I had fantasized about Arjun for years during college, even after he started dating Chhavi. I took a slow sip of wine and met her eyes.

“You really want me to?” I asked quietly.

Chhavi smiled mischievously. “It’s his birthday. Let’s surprise him.”

I was nervous, but my body was already responding. My pussy tingled with anticipation as we both looked over at Arjun, who was relaxing on the big sectional couch, completely unaware.

When Chhavi gave me a small nod, I took a deep breath. Fuck it.

I walked over to him slowly. My tight black crop top clung to my breasts, nipples visibly hard against the fabric. My denim shorts were barely covering the thin white thong underneath. Arjun’s eyes darkened the moment he saw the look on my face.

I dropped to my knees between his spread legs without saying a word. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for his jeans, unzipping him. His cock sprang out, already rock hard, thick, and pulsing — exactly how I had imagined it so many times.

“You okay with this?” I whispered, looking up at him.

“Fuck… yeah, Anika,” he groaned, voice heavy with surprise and lust.

I leaned in and licked the swollen tip, tasting the salty drop of precum. A shiver ran through me. Knowing Chhavi was sitting just a few feet away, watching intently, made everything ten times hotter. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked him slowly, then deeper, letting my tongue swirl around the underside. I took him further, stretching my mouth around his thickness until I gagged softly.

Arjun’s hand gently gripped my hair. “Shit… just like that,” he breathed.

I bobbed faster, my mouth getting sloppy, drool slipping down his shaft. My pussy was soaked, the thin thong sticking to my folds as I pressed my thighs together. Chhavi’s voice floated from the couch, soft and aroused.

“You’re so much better at this than me…”

Her words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I sucked him harder, hollowing my cheeks, taking him as deep as I could. The wet, obscene sounds of my mouth filled the living room. Arjun’s moans grew louder, his hips twitching, fingers tightening in my hair.

This was my first time ever doing anything this explicit while someone watched, and the thrill was overwhelming. My clit throbbed with every bob of my head. I wanted him to cum. I needed to make him cum.

Arjun’s breathing turned ragged. His cock swelled even thicker against my tongue.

“I’m close…” he warned.

I didn’t pull away. Instead, I sucked him tighter, faster, looking up into his eyes. With a deep, guttural groan, he came hard. Thick, hot spurts of his cum shot down my throat. I swallowed every drop, moaning softly around him, milking him until he was completely spent.

I slowly pulled off, licking my lips as I caught my breath. Arjun stared down at me with pure lust and disbelief. Chhavi was watching us with flushed cheeks and a satisfied little smile.

“Best birthday gift ever,” Arjun said hoarsely, still catching his breath.

I smiled, my own body buzzing with arousal, knowing the night was far from over.