The next afternoon, Ranjita stood before her full-length mirror, a bundle of nervous energy. She'd chosen a simple but effective outfit: a crisp white t-shirt, the top two buttons left strategically undone to hint at the cleavage beneath, and a pair of denim shorts that hugged her curves perfectly. It was casual, but it was still *her*. She applied a touch of makeup—a little mascara to make her eyes pop and a sheer gloss on her lips. She wanted to look pretty, but not like she was trying too hard. This was different. This was real.
Her heart fluttered with anxiety. She needed her best friend. She hit the call button for Priya.
***
In her own bedroom, Priya wasn't answering. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, ignored. She was otherwise occupied, pinned beneath the muscular, sweat-slicked body of a handsome black man. His powerful thrusts were driving her wild, her nails digging into the broad expanse of his back.
"Fuck, yes, right there!" Priya cried out, her voice a breathy moan. "Don't stop!"
"You feel so good," he grunted in response, his rhythm intensifying. The room was filled with the sounds of their intense coupling, the slap of skin on skin, their shared gasps and groans. He captured one of her bouncing breasts in his large hand, his thumb teasing her nipple. Priya arched her back, pushing herself against him, chasing the building pleasure. With a final, powerful thrust, they both cried out as they came together, collapsing in a tangled, satisfied heap.
***
Some time later, after her companion had dressed and left, Priya finally noticed her phone. Seeing Ranjita's name, she padded to the bathroom, wearing only a matching black lace bra and panties. She picked up the call, her voice still husky.
"Hey, bitch. What's up?"
"Priya!" Ranjita's voice was a rush of excited nerves. "I'm about to go on a date."
Priya's eyes widened in shock. "A date?! You? The 'I'm too good for everyone' queen of our school is finally getting a boyfriend? Spill. Who is he? Is it that hot guy from the basketball team?"
"No, nothing like that," Ranjita said, a little shyly. "He's just... a guy. A little fat."
Priya nearly dropped her phone. "A fat guy? Ranjita, you could have anyone! Why would you pick a fat guy over some muscular stud?"
"I don't know," Ranjita admitted. "He's... different. He's sweet. He's not like the other guys who just want to get in my pants." She paused. "I need advice. What do I do?"
Priya leaned against the bathroom counter, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Okay, listen. Be yourself, but don't be a prude. Laugh at his jokes, even if they're bad. And most importantly," she added, her tone turning serious and a bit mischievous, "have sex with him. Seriously. Boys want one thing above all, and if you give it to him, he'll be putty in your hands. Plus, it'll be fun for you too. Just let go and have fun."
Ranjita blushed furiously, a shiver running down her spine at the blunt advice. "Priya! I can't just... it's our first date!"
"Fine, fine," Priya laughed. "At least think about it. Keep it in your back pocket. Now, send me a picture of what you're wearing."
Ranjita snapped a quick photo of her reflection and sent it.
A moment later, Priya replied. "Cute. It's nice for a date, but a little generic, you know? Still, he'll probably cum in his pants the second he sees you. Have fun!"
The call ended, leaving Ranjita alone with her thoughts and Priya's scandalous advice echoing in her mind.