It happened 10 years ago and it’s still vivid to me like last night’s dream. I was in the 12th grade then. And like everyone I have a love story to tell.
I grew up in co-ed, never interested in boys. Changed my school after 10th and even in the new school, no boyfriend. The guy I did like, turned out to be a jerk, and the concept of love remained untouched.
A guy proposed me at the beginning of 12th. Aman. A cute guy. Not well built I am lean too. I fell in love after saying yes. We started going to movies. Soon had first kiss. Kisses, to be precise. We became incredibly close soon. But in a small town like Bhopan in India? Dar dar kar kuch bhi karte the hum log. Movie theaters ke alawa mujhe aur use koi aur jagah ni soojhti thi.
Necking was common. Whenever his lips traced from lips to my neck, kuch toot jata tha andar! His lips made me quiver in pleasure and shyness.
But I was shy, nahi pasand tha mujhe physical closeness. Lagta tha ki agar mai ye sab karu toh mai wo same person nahi rahungi. Isliye, jb ek movie k douran usme apna hath mere breast par rakha, mai dar gyi. Usne dheere se sehlaya. It felt so good. Some happy feeling in stomach. And there. Between my thighs. It felt relaxing. But bachpan se Hindu parvaro me ye sab karna galat tha shadi se pehle.
12th standard. Love. Shadi. Aman. I knew he was the one. He said several times I was the one. In my mind, he was my husband. But uska hath… Pehli baar maine jana ki koi chij kaise achchi aur buri dono lag sakti hai. Maine uske hath ko dheere se hatakar apne kandho par rak diya. Fir usme kabhi dobara koshish nahi ki.
Ek baar ek row neeche ek couple bhi wahi karne pahucha tha. Jo humlog karte the. Kaafi necking ke baad mai hot mehsoos kar rhi thi. Cold theater air and rubbing of my bra made my nipple grow thrice the size. I felt horny, but tried to subside my thoughts. What if Aman was here to just take advantage. My friend told me how guys are about sex. How her bf had pushed her emotionally into the third base within 3 months of relationship.
But Aman was so different. Itne din ho gaye the hath hataye. Usne kabhi dobara koshish nahi ki. Kehta raha, sexual pleasure secondary hai. Tab hi samne wale couple ko maine dekha. Ladke ladki k mumme ko uske top se bahar nikal k choom raha tha. Suddenly, I craved for him to touch my boobs. To squeeze it. Make me close my eyes and moan in pleasure, but how could I? Maine hi roka tha. Aur wo mera kaafi respect karta tha. Kya karu?
Aakhirkaar, maine usse breast related baat karke chhone par majboor kar diya! Ye mai kya kar rahi thi? Fir waha se hamara second base nahi ruka. Ek movie k douraan jab usme mere mumme choose, and I cried out in pleasure. I was feeling True love. My pussy ached. It begged for my hand to touch it. Ghar jake, I thought.
Just then, Aman kept his hands on my vulva. Above my jeans. Nahi! Ye galat tha. Mai kisi aur ko kaise waha? Ekdum imagination se bahar tha! Maine hath ko jhitak diya. Kuch din baad usne dobara apna hath waha rakha. Maine use bata diya achche se ki kahi bhi, siway my pussy. What if it leads to sex and pregnancy? God. I wasn’t ready for all this. I was just a kid. Virginity? Oh my.
He kept saying that I’ll enjoy it. I kept pretending that I didn’t know the feeling. But who doesn’t know? If my fingers felt that good, I can imagine what his fingers would do. But it was too much, too close for now. What if it leads to sex? Jabki usne achhche se samjhaya ki he has self control but fir bhi risk lekar kya fayada. I went home and relieved myself to orgasm a few times, until my clitoris started to hurt.
After a few days, my parents left for a wedding. Exam ke liye mai akele ghar pe ruki hui thi. We never found a better place to make out than the theater, and so this was it.
When he entered, his odor mixed with his perspiration tingled something down there between my legs. He looked so sexy.
We pounced on each other. Parent’s bed. Soon my shirt became an obstruction. He never asked me to remove it. But I did it myself. I removed his too. He removed my bra. For the first time I was naked in front of someone. But that someone was the guy, who’ll die on my one order. The thrill excited me so much. He sucked on my boobs. My nipples stuck out. Pointy. His tongue did some magic on me.
He licked whole of my breast. Both. We kissed again. He kissed my back. I shuddered in pleasure. I felt wetness down there. My most private place, and this time I wanted to let him in there. He was my husband, in mind and soul. Soulmate. And pussy was just a body part. Maybe after giving in that too, we might become one.
I took charge. I kissed his unshaven chest. And nibbled on his nipples. I necked him, first time. I Licked his neck and sucked on his earlobe. I could have feel his hardness in his pants. I had never seen a real penis before and I suddenly had an urge to see it. But, would he doubt my character if he feels I’m sluttish? I cannot lead. I understood. But I kept kissing his neck. His breath on my body made me shiver that I was this close to someone. Never imagined as such. I was the stidying kind. Padhai hi mera sab kuch tha. Unlike slutty girls.
After half an hour which seemed like a minute, he still didn’t try to touch me there. It frustrated me. Pehle kitna samjhata tha ki it’s the most beautiful feeling ever when your lover fondles you there? And now he kept squeezing my boobs. Didn’t move my hand there.
Nahi. Mai use nahi lead karungi. And maine nahi kiya. While fondling he squeezed my ass, and kept it on my pussy. My thin pyajamas would have let him know my wetness. He without removing his hands asked me if it’s okay to massage me there.
I nodded, wide eyed. Surprised and enthralled. And his fingers started there magic. “Oh….” I moaned in pleasure. My flimsy clothes let him fondle me easily. His throbbing erection pressed on my thighs and that turned me out more, imagining what I was doing to him. He told me, “Soumya, you’re so beautiful that my penis is 3 times it’s normal size.” I tried to giggle but imagining his cock made me hornier.
When I was near my peak, and he felt my orgasm approaching, he removed his hands, I felt disappointed, but he delivered me a long kiss. Pushed his tongue into my mouth and I sucked it.
Our tongue wrestled. He retracted a few inches back, and said a few private (sorry) romantic things we had spent together. Reminded of our promises, past and future he’ll build. It was all good to hear. He told me I’m his wife in mind. Official shadi when we become something, but that shouldn’t stop us from giving each other pleasure! Anf that it’s not the right time to loose virginity. Samajh nahi a raha tha kuch mujhe, us k chehre k alawa aur kuch nahi tha brain me.
He asked me very politely that he wants to touch my pussy without clothes. Will it lead to sex? I knew I wanted to loose it to him, but abhi nahi. I was a kid! But I didn’t stop him and lifted my ass to let him remove my pyajamas and then my panties. I was COMPLETELY naked. But, I knew he was the one. Even when he would leave me, I knew I would never let anyone else touch me again. He is my life. Will always be.
And then my heart stopped. I gasped and it felt my lungs would burst. He had touched my vulva. He started up and down movement on my slit. I just hummed in maza. After about a few minutes I wanted him to touch my clitoris, but maybe he didnt know what it was or where it was. Mai uski ungliyon ko apne hatho me pakadkar apne clitoris tak le gayi aur waha hilane ko kaha.
Itne maze me mai thi ki kuch dimag me ni aa rha tha. I felt so good. I wish I could explain that feeling, but it can only be felt not said. I writhed in pleasure. My pressure kept building up and those pounding pleasurable feelings in my head went beyond control and I orgasmed. An orgasm so huge I never had. “Fuck!…..zz ” I shouted!
I was spent. Felt tired to even raise my head and look at his hands or my pussy. He kept his hand there, which was wet by my lubrication. And lied near me.
Kaisa tha, usne poocha
Maine kisi tarah haafte hue jawab diya: the best minutes of my life.
I know usne kaha.
He took one of my hands and kept it on his erection. I gasped again. It was like… a bone! His pant was making a tent. I tried to put my hand around it. He said, I want a similar treatment, love. I said yes, tell me what to do? (2004, no internet, no porn)
I removed his undies too. His manhood rose from between the neatly trimmed bushes. I engulfed it. And held it. He let out a moan.
Usne fir mujhe samjhaya… ‘hilana’ kya hota h. Kaafi der hilane par, he started shaking with my each stroke. I was masturbating my bf, I couldn’t believe it!
And then he came. Or erupted to be accurate. His cum landed on my face, on my neck and then on my chest. I felt a little disgusted by it. He lied in the bed and I cleaned myself with a towel and then joined him under the covers. We hugged each other and lied in each others arm. There was nothing between our bodies or minds. We had become one. It was and still is our most romantic moment till date.
His dick was really smaller when not erect and I touched it when my hand reached it. It started to grow again. Afraid, I removed my hands. His dick started poking my vulva. I was so turned on. He jerked himself a bit to and fro and rubbed his erection’s head on my clit. This was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him inside me. His eyes told me he wanted it too. And my brain wasn’t working at all.
But suddenly, he removed himself. And came out of the covers. He said he will not take my virginity now. He will do it when the society see us as husband and wife. I came back to myself. And suddenly relieved that it didn’t happen.
He then told me about the 69 position and we gave it a try. We didn’t do third base, just using the hands one more time, just together.
We lied together again, too tired to do anything again. Two orgasms had rocked my body. Wo bhi. We kissed. And then kissed again. French kisses. As seen in the Hollywood movies. And then he left me with memories. We did some fingerings and handjobs in movie theaters later, but we didn’t get a room until we reached respective colleges, where the weekends were good and we lost our virginity too, but thats a story for another day friends.
The interesting thing is, it’s 10 years now since that day. And I have a son of 2 years now. Still remembering the day I get wet, I don’t know why. We got married five years later, when we landed with jobs.
I grew up in co-ed, never interested in boys. Changed my school after 10th and even in the new school, no boyfriend. The guy I did like, turned out to be a jerk, and the concept of love remained untouched.
A guy proposed me at the beginning of 12th. Aman. A cute guy. Not well built I am lean too. I fell in love after saying yes. We started going to movies. Soon had first kiss. Kisses, to be precise. We became incredibly close soon. But in a small town like Bhopan in India? Dar dar kar kuch bhi karte the hum log. Movie theaters ke alawa mujhe aur use koi aur jagah ni soojhti thi.
Necking was common. Whenever his lips traced from lips to my neck, kuch toot jata tha andar! His lips made me quiver in pleasure and shyness.
But I was shy, nahi pasand tha mujhe physical closeness. Lagta tha ki agar mai ye sab karu toh mai wo same person nahi rahungi. Isliye, jb ek movie k douran usme apna hath mere breast par rakha, mai dar gyi. Usne dheere se sehlaya. It felt so good. Some happy feeling in stomach. And there. Between my thighs. It felt relaxing. But bachpan se Hindu parvaro me ye sab karna galat tha shadi se pehle.
12th standard. Love. Shadi. Aman. I knew he was the one. He said several times I was the one. In my mind, he was my husband. But uska hath… Pehli baar maine jana ki koi chij kaise achchi aur buri dono lag sakti hai. Maine uske hath ko dheere se hatakar apne kandho par rak diya. Fir usme kabhi dobara koshish nahi ki.
Ek baar ek row neeche ek couple bhi wahi karne pahucha tha. Jo humlog karte the. Kaafi necking ke baad mai hot mehsoos kar rhi thi. Cold theater air and rubbing of my bra made my nipple grow thrice the size. I felt horny, but tried to subside my thoughts. What if Aman was here to just take advantage. My friend told me how guys are about sex. How her bf had pushed her emotionally into the third base within 3 months of relationship.
But Aman was so different. Itne din ho gaye the hath hataye. Usne kabhi dobara koshish nahi ki. Kehta raha, sexual pleasure secondary hai. Tab hi samne wale couple ko maine dekha. Ladke ladki k mumme ko uske top se bahar nikal k choom raha tha. Suddenly, I craved for him to touch my boobs. To squeeze it. Make me close my eyes and moan in pleasure, but how could I? Maine hi roka tha. Aur wo mera kaafi respect karta tha. Kya karu?
Aakhirkaar, maine usse breast related baat karke chhone par majboor kar diya! Ye mai kya kar rahi thi? Fir waha se hamara second base nahi ruka. Ek movie k douraan jab usme mere mumme choose, and I cried out in pleasure. I was feeling True love. My pussy ached. It begged for my hand to touch it. Ghar jake, I thought.
Just then, Aman kept his hands on my vulva. Above my jeans. Nahi! Ye galat tha. Mai kisi aur ko kaise waha? Ekdum imagination se bahar tha! Maine hath ko jhitak diya. Kuch din baad usne dobara apna hath waha rakha. Maine use bata diya achche se ki kahi bhi, siway my pussy. What if it leads to sex and pregnancy? God. I wasn’t ready for all this. I was just a kid. Virginity? Oh my.
He kept saying that I’ll enjoy it. I kept pretending that I didn’t know the feeling. But who doesn’t know? If my fingers felt that good, I can imagine what his fingers would do. But it was too much, too close for now. What if it leads to sex? Jabki usne achhche se samjhaya ki he has self control but fir bhi risk lekar kya fayada. I went home and relieved myself to orgasm a few times, until my clitoris started to hurt.
After a few days, my parents left for a wedding. Exam ke liye mai akele ghar pe ruki hui thi. We never found a better place to make out than the theater, and so this was it.
When he entered, his odor mixed with his perspiration tingled something down there between my legs. He looked so sexy.
We pounced on each other. Parent’s bed. Soon my shirt became an obstruction. He never asked me to remove it. But I did it myself. I removed his too. He removed my bra. For the first time I was naked in front of someone. But that someone was the guy, who’ll die on my one order. The thrill excited me so much. He sucked on my boobs. My nipples stuck out. Pointy. His tongue did some magic on me.
He licked whole of my breast. Both. We kissed again. He kissed my back. I shuddered in pleasure. I felt wetness down there. My most private place, and this time I wanted to let him in there. He was my husband, in mind and soul. Soulmate. And pussy was just a body part. Maybe after giving in that too, we might become one.
I took charge. I kissed his unshaven chest. And nibbled on his nipples. I necked him, first time. I Licked his neck and sucked on his earlobe. I could have feel his hardness in his pants. I had never seen a real penis before and I suddenly had an urge to see it. But, would he doubt my character if he feels I’m sluttish? I cannot lead. I understood. But I kept kissing his neck. His breath on my body made me shiver that I was this close to someone. Never imagined as such. I was the stidying kind. Padhai hi mera sab kuch tha. Unlike slutty girls.
After half an hour which seemed like a minute, he still didn’t try to touch me there. It frustrated me. Pehle kitna samjhata tha ki it’s the most beautiful feeling ever when your lover fondles you there? And now he kept squeezing my boobs. Didn’t move my hand there.
Nahi. Mai use nahi lead karungi. And maine nahi kiya. While fondling he squeezed my ass, and kept it on my pussy. My thin pyajamas would have let him know my wetness. He without removing his hands asked me if it’s okay to massage me there.
I nodded, wide eyed. Surprised and enthralled. And his fingers started there magic. “Oh….” I moaned in pleasure. My flimsy clothes let him fondle me easily. His throbbing erection pressed on my thighs and that turned me out more, imagining what I was doing to him. He told me, “Soumya, you’re so beautiful that my penis is 3 times it’s normal size.” I tried to giggle but imagining his cock made me hornier.
When I was near my peak, and he felt my orgasm approaching, he removed his hands, I felt disappointed, but he delivered me a long kiss. Pushed his tongue into my mouth and I sucked it.
Our tongue wrestled. He retracted a few inches back, and said a few private (sorry) romantic things we had spent together. Reminded of our promises, past and future he’ll build. It was all good to hear. He told me I’m his wife in mind. Official shadi when we become something, but that shouldn’t stop us from giving each other pleasure! Anf that it’s not the right time to loose virginity. Samajh nahi a raha tha kuch mujhe, us k chehre k alawa aur kuch nahi tha brain me.
He asked me very politely that he wants to touch my pussy without clothes. Will it lead to sex? I knew I wanted to loose it to him, but abhi nahi. I was a kid! But I didn’t stop him and lifted my ass to let him remove my pyajamas and then my panties. I was COMPLETELY naked. But, I knew he was the one. Even when he would leave me, I knew I would never let anyone else touch me again. He is my life. Will always be.
And then my heart stopped. I gasped and it felt my lungs would burst. He had touched my vulva. He started up and down movement on my slit. I just hummed in maza. After about a few minutes I wanted him to touch my clitoris, but maybe he didnt know what it was or where it was. Mai uski ungliyon ko apne hatho me pakadkar apne clitoris tak le gayi aur waha hilane ko kaha.
Itne maze me mai thi ki kuch dimag me ni aa rha tha. I felt so good. I wish I could explain that feeling, but it can only be felt not said. I writhed in pleasure. My pressure kept building up and those pounding pleasurable feelings in my head went beyond control and I orgasmed. An orgasm so huge I never had. “Fuck!…..zz ” I shouted!
I was spent. Felt tired to even raise my head and look at his hands or my pussy. He kept his hand there, which was wet by my lubrication. And lied near me.
Kaisa tha, usne poocha
Maine kisi tarah haafte hue jawab diya: the best minutes of my life.
I know usne kaha.
He took one of my hands and kept it on his erection. I gasped again. It was like… a bone! His pant was making a tent. I tried to put my hand around it. He said, I want a similar treatment, love. I said yes, tell me what to do? (2004, no internet, no porn)
I removed his undies too. His manhood rose from between the neatly trimmed bushes. I engulfed it. And held it. He let out a moan.
Usne fir mujhe samjhaya… ‘hilana’ kya hota h. Kaafi der hilane par, he started shaking with my each stroke. I was masturbating my bf, I couldn’t believe it!
And then he came. Or erupted to be accurate. His cum landed on my face, on my neck and then on my chest. I felt a little disgusted by it. He lied in the bed and I cleaned myself with a towel and then joined him under the covers. We hugged each other and lied in each others arm. There was nothing between our bodies or minds. We had become one. It was and still is our most romantic moment till date.
His dick was really smaller when not erect and I touched it when my hand reached it. It started to grow again. Afraid, I removed my hands. His dick started poking my vulva. I was so turned on. He jerked himself a bit to and fro and rubbed his erection’s head on my clit. This was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him inside me. His eyes told me he wanted it too. And my brain wasn’t working at all.
But suddenly, he removed himself. And came out of the covers. He said he will not take my virginity now. He will do it when the society see us as husband and wife. I came back to myself. And suddenly relieved that it didn’t happen.
He then told me about the 69 position and we gave it a try. We didn’t do third base, just using the hands one more time, just together.
We lied together again, too tired to do anything again. Two orgasms had rocked my body. Wo bhi. We kissed. And then kissed again. French kisses. As seen in the Hollywood movies. And then he left me with memories. We did some fingerings and handjobs in movie theaters later, but we didn’t get a room until we reached respective colleges, where the weekends were good and we lost our virginity too, but thats a story for another day friends.
The interesting thing is, it’s 10 years now since that day. And I have a son of 2 years now. Still remembering the day I get wet, I don’t know why. We got married five years later, when we landed with jobs.
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The First Time With The Love Of My Life
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