Hi everyone. I’m Goutham, a 30-year-old guy from the southern part of India. This is my first ever story. This is my attempt at recollecting one of the best experiences of my life.
Please note that all names in this story are changed. Also, certain elements and occurrences are changed for the sake of storytelling. So neither the story nor its characters bear no resemblance to anyone, dead or alive.
I moved to a bigger town for college. It took me a while to get adjusted to the city life. I think I did okay. But I always felt like an outsider. Since most of the other kids in my class were all ‘modern’ and I was not. So, I didn’t have the resolve to even apply for a room in the college hostel.
Hence I decided to look for a room where I could live alone. This was probably one of the best decisions that I’ve made in college. It was very difficult to rent a room for a bachelor alone. After a tiring search lasting days, I found a house that I could afford.
It was a tiny house. But it was enough for me. Now that that task was done, I still felt pretty alone. It was depressing. There were a lot of hot girls around. But there was hardly anyone I could connect with. The classes started pretty soon, and I started interacting with everyone.
And that’s when I met her. I blamed myself that I hadn’t noticed her before. She was a bubbly and lively girl with a mature undertone to her character. Dark, beautiful eyes, long hair and a pretty smile. Her name was Aswathy. She was short like around 5 feet tall, dusky in complexion had a curvy body.
She usually wore traditional clothes and she looked sexy in them. I’ve overheard guys whispering stuff about her. Like how someone saw her cleavage while she bent down to pick up something. Or how someone saw her navel while she wore a saree during the cultural fest.
That girl was a bombshell. I was attracted to her. She was also pretty smart. A straight-A student, while I was an average student. But I was also involved in various extracurricular activities. Luckily, she was involved in some of those, and we connected during those activities.
We started hanging out a lot. That made us closer. She even introduced me to her mom once. One day we were hanging out in my room. We were talking about stuff. She told me that her mom told her that boys as innocent as me are so rare these days. And she started laughing. That hurt my pride.
“Hey, I’m not that innocent, you know,” I said. She started laughing more. “Yeah, right. Have you ever spoken to any other girls in our class?” she asked. I got a little angry now. I get completely thoughtless when I am angry.
I said, “I only talk to you because I want to pat that ass.” Suddenly, her face reddened. Before I could realize my slip of the tongue, I felt her hand hard against my cheek. There were tears in her eyes and she stormed out of the room.
For the next few days, I did my best to talk to her. She wouldn’t even listen. She blocked me on all social media. I was deeply upset. I spent a few nights sobbing. I shouldn’t have said that. I couldn’t stand to be there in that city. I went back home for a few days. And all I think about was how sorry I was.
I tried reaching her. But I couldn’t. Days passed. I was almost over the guilt. It had been 2 and a half weeks. I went back to the rented house. The next day I went to college. I saw her. But pretended that I didn’t notice her. During lunch hour, I received a text on my cell.
“Hey, I want to talk. Could I come over this evening? – Aswathy”
I felt really happy. I texted, “Yes, please.” I waited for the day to be over. After class, I went home and waited patiently. It was almost 6 pm when she came in. She had a bottle of red wine with her. She smiled weakly at me. I did the same. Before she could say anything, I apologized to her.
She listened to every word patiently and sat down on the couch and asked me to sit down with her. “Goutham, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she said. I was curious. She told me that she had a boyfriend back home. He was always very abusive. He used to hurt her so much that it left bruises.
He also continuously forced her to have sex with her. But she never budged. That’s why she left town for college. She wanted to escape her past and all the baggage.
“And that’s why I was angry. Every guy I actually like sees me only thinks of having sex with me,” she said with tears in her eyes. She took a little sip of wine. I told her that I loved her. That she was the only woman that I’ve been in love with.
Of course, I’ve thought of having sex with her. But not just for sex. I told her that I was actually in love with her. The wine made me spill out my heart. Aswathy gave me the sweetest smile. I leaned forward and kissed her. It was the sweetest kiss that I’ve ever had in my life. She reciprocated.
I put my tongue inside her mouth. It appeared that she wasn’t familiar with the process. My lips moved to her nose, her forehead, her ears. I nibbled at her ears and kissed her neck. She sighed. My hands were exploring her 34c s at the time. My cock was rock hard now.
I put my hands around her and put her on the couch, turned her around and started dry humping her ass. She laughed pretty hard at this. “The things you want are inside these clothes, mister,” she said. I took off her top. Her brown skin looked gorgeous.
I took off her white bra. Her big boobs just leaped out. Those black nipples were really big. Her areolas were the size of my watch’s dial. I took off my t-shirt. And I hugged her tight, skin on skin. Her big boobs were crushing against my chest. I started sucking on her tits. It was a little salty.
She pressed my head close to her teats. She moaned, “Aaah. Suck them, my dear. Aaah. Oh my God! This is so good.” I bit a little harder on her tits and she moaned louder. I then took off her leggings and her blue panties in a second. She had quite a bush down there.
I moved my face down there. She tried to stop me. But I spread her legs and put my lips on her vertical lips. There was a little smell of sweat and pee. But I didn’t even realize. I started licking her clit and even fingered her with one finger. She started moaning. And before she knew it, she came.
“That’s the most amazing thing I’ve experienced ever,” Aswathy said. “Well then, return the favor,” I said as I pulled down my pants. I have a 6-inch cock and it was fully erect now. Aswathy was a little scared of seeing that. And a little reluctant.
But she then gave me a blowjob. She drew my foreskin backward and gave me a nice blowjob. I felt a little naughty and tried to deep throat her. That backfired when she vomited all over my cock. She kept on apologizing. I asked, “What for?” I went into the bathroom and washed my cock.
When I came out, she was lying on my bed with her legs spread wide. She had a naughty smile on her face. I put on a condom over my cock and jumped over her. I picked up a pillow and wedged it under her ass. Then I climbed on top of her. I slowly put my cock in her pussy. It was warm and wet.
Aswathy held me tight. Her bubbly boobs were shaking. I slowly put my cock inside her pussy. She screamed hard. There were tears in her eyes. I slowly put my whole penis inside her. Her hymen broke and there was slight bleeding. I started humping her slow.
It was a bit painful for both of us. And gradually, I increased my pace and she started moaning, “Oh, Goutham. Sweetie. fuck me you fuck me you bastard. Aaahh.” Her moans made me laugh. She had probably heard those in a porn movie. Still, those moans turned me on. And I fucked harder.
The strokes grew stronger. She came. I kept humping her till I came. It was a beautiful experience. She had trouble walking. I suggested she stay with me tonight. She agreed. We spent the entire night caressing and exploring each other’s bodies. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.