Hey everyone, myself Aarav (name changed). This story is about me and my ex-classmate Aarna (name changed). We were friends during our 11th and 12th grades in school. I had a bit of a crush on her, but with studies taking over, I never found the balls to tell her.
After 12th, I moved to Kota for JEE prep and ended up in a decent Tier 2 college. She took a drop year for NEET, and we completely lost touch after boards.
Now, 5 years later, I got an Instagram request from her. I was floored. Her profile picture showed she had grown up, and I mean grown up. Her body was insane: 36DD-26-40. She was doing her BA in Lucknow.
I had heard whispers about my ex-classmate Aarna from my hometown friends. During her drop year, she apparently got involved with a 27-year-old guy – she was just 20 then. They had had sex, and even an MMS of hers had leaked. My own college relationship ended badly, and though we have had sex, I had been craving it for a year now.
The moment I saw her profile, I instantly messaged her. We started chatting like we were still best friends, like no time had passed at all. We got into our personal lives; she opened up, and I was there to comfort her. I told her I would be in Lucknow next month for my semester break, as my parents had moved there.
We talked every night, and soon, things got spicy. We shared our fantasies, and she joined right in. We talked about our past sex experiences, and it got more personal. She would tease me, “I wonder how good you are,” and I would flirt back about her amazing “melons.”
The next month, when I got home, my parents told me they had to attend a function and would be gone for three days. The house was mine. I bought condoms and lubricant, then invited her over. She bribed her PG owner with 1000 rupees to lie to her parents, saying she would be staying somewhere else.
My ex-classmate arrived at my place, and when I opened the door, holy shit. She was a literal goddess. Her boobs and her ass were so prominent, they made me instantly rock hard. She saw it, a wicked smile playing on her lips, and then she closed the door behind her.
We sat on the sofa, talking about life and old times. Suddenly, she suggested Netflix. I agreed, grabbed a blanket, and killed the lights. We were cuddling under the blanket when a sex scene came on. I was already burning up. I reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. She didn’t say a word, which was all the green light I needed. I buried my face in her neck, trailing kisses, and she started to moan softly, a low hum that sent shivers down my spine.
Then, she unexpectedly stood up, grabbed my collar, pulled me to the bedroom, and slammed the door shut. She tore at my shirt, and I ripped her t-shirt right off. Her hands moved to my pants, peeling them down, and I ripped her pants too. When they came off, her black bra and tiny matching panties made her look like a bomb ready to explode. She peeled off my underwear, and then, without a word, she lowered herself, taking my throbbing cock into her mouth.
The wet, warm suction was incredible. She worked me for a solid ten minutes, her tongue teasing, her lips pulling, until I exploded deep in her throat, and she swallowed every drop. We then kissed for fifteen minutes, a deep, passionate kiss that tasted of lust and release. Our mouths were locked, saliva exchanged freely, a hot, messy connection.
Then, I took charge. I unhooked her bra, letting her heavy, perfect breasts spill free, and slid her panties down. Her legs were divine, and I, with my foot fetish, started with her toes, sucking each one, before moving up her smooth, long legs. I licked and teased her calves, her thighs, for a good twenty to thirty minutes. My tongue traced every curve, and then I buried my face between her legs, eating her out. She was soaking wet, already dripping, and she started screaming, “Ahhhhh Aaravvvvvv! Oh my goddddddddd! Aaahhhhh!”
Her hips bucked against my face, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. My ex-classmate was hot and slick, her scent driving me wild. I tasted her sweet, musky juices, relishing every lick, every suck, until her moans turned into breathless gasps, signaling she was on the edge. In our heated frenzy, she even spit in my face, and I did the same to her, a wild, raw gesture of pure animalistic desire.
Finally, I pulled away, grabbed the lube, applied it, and rolled on a condom. I pushed myself into her, slowly at first, letting her tight, welcoming wetness envelop me. We started missionary. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper. She was an expert, meeting every thrust, her hips grinding against mine. We kissed like long-lost lovers, our bodies moving in a primal dance. It went on for what felt like forever, thirty to forty-five minutes, each thrust a deeper plunge, each kiss more desperate. She was so damn good at it.
Then, with a powerful push, she flipped me over and got on top. She straddled me, her juicy pussy slamming down on my shaft. The sensation was intense, a burning stretch that almost hurt but felt so incredibly good. She rode me hard and fast, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her eyes locked on mine as she controlled the pace. This session lasted about ten minutes.
After that, we rolled onto our sides. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and entered her from behind. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose her neck as I plunged into her from the rear. She arched her back, moaning, as I slammed into her from behind, fucking her like a wild animal, completely losing ourselves in the raw, primal urge. We were grunting, sweating, our bodies slapping together, consumed by pure, unadulterated lust. This position lasted another intense ten to fifteen minutes before we both collapsed, panting and glistening with sweat.
I dragged myself to the kitchen, grabbed some sugar syrup, and came back. I poured it all over her body, from her ample breasts down to her navel, then started licking it off. She was still incredibly wet, her body already craving more. We ended up going for another four or five rounds, each one more aggressive and satisfying than the last, before finally passing out in each other’s arms. The next morning, we woke up and immediately had a scorching good morning sex session. This friends-with-benefits arrangement continued for over a year, filled with countless nights of raw, uninhibited passion, until we both eventually found ourselves in serious relationships with other people.