Flashback – The year 2013
I was 23, like many other boys, and my hormones were sky-high in the final year of my MBA. That was not an era of dating apps. Yet chances of striking decent girls were high on Omegle, Yahoo and Facebook. I was going through a rough patch with my girlfriend and consequently broke up with her.
But the urge to live, laugh and roam around the city with someone I love was high. So I ended up on yahoo. In one of the chatrooms, I found a girl named Riya. I casually sent her a”Hi” message. She replied, and we started chatting. I found out she was from a college in NCR pursuing her Masters. She was 25.
I cracked some jokes, and we shared our pictures and phone numbers. She was beautiful and cute. Then started a journey of endless talks. We used to chat daily for 5-6 hours even when attending our respective classes. She seems innocent in her voice and text messages.
I used to wait for her messages to talk to her. Giggling was cute enough to make me sneak out of class and listen to her chatter. She was a chatterbox. Once during our talks, she confessed that she was attracted to me. But I told her to be good friends first because I cannot get involved so quickly with someone.
She respected my decision, and we decided to give more time to each other. One day I asked her to meet. She readily agreed, and we met in GIP, Noida. I could not find her, so I called her. Suddenly a girl in front of me turned around and bingo, I found her.
I just shook hands with her and asked her why she was on the west side.
She: I have been waiting for you for half an hour. So I decided to do some shopping. Now help me out in the final selection.
She was around 5 ft with above average bust size. Her skin was flawless and milky white.
Me: I think a white one-piece with floral print will suit you.
She: Even if I like this one, shall I try?
Me: Of course.
She went into the changing room and opened the gate. Wow, she looked so beautiful. Her pink lips and white shoulders accentuated her beauty. She looked so cute I wished to get in the changing room and kiss her.
She: Hello, Kahan kho gaye?
Me: You look so beautiful.
She blushed, smiled and closed the door. We came out of the store, roaming and talking about her life. I asked her about her past. She confessed she had a BF a few years back. That guy ditched her, and she chose to remain single. During our walk, she asked me if she could hold my hand, and we stared deeply.
Her initiation was so smooth that I almost fell for her. We came out of our trance and went to the parking area where she parked her car. We looked at each other while departing like we had known each other for ages, and she had a very cute smile.
Then after a light hug, I asked her permission to leave. She asked me how I was supposed to go back. I told her I would go back by metro. She asked me if she could drop me off at the metro.
I said ok. Her car was parked somewhere behind the bushes, and at night time, it was a blind spot. Never in my dream did I imagine what would happen in the car next. But she asked me if I could stay a bit. I looked into her eyes and kissed her hand, and said yes.
Suddenly she said there was something in her eyes which is disturbing her. Being an idiot, I couldn’t understand this, and hopelessly, I was looking into her eyes and blowing air. Suddenly she kissed my lips. A few pecks, then I held her face and smooched her.
I had the experience of kissing all because of my ex-girlfriend. I was mesmerized by the softness of her lips. It was as if I was sucking rose petals. Our tongues were fighting, and we were panting to breathe. Suddenly a car got parked along with us, and we separated.
She asked me to go in the backseat, and I followed. I was sitting in the backseat. She rested her body on the back seat and her head on my lap, and she pulled me towards her and kissed me. We did this for half an hour. My hands tried to get hold of her boobs, but I decided to follow her.
Then after a long session of hugs and kisses, she asked me if I loved her. I said Yes. Then we kissed again, and I bid goodbye. That night we had a long chat, and she asked me to meet her again tomorrow. I went to meet her this time, and she wore a pink suit accentuating her curves.
We had dinner. While departing, she again asked me if I loved her, and I said yes. Then she asked me to get in the car and drive to a secluded road. And we kissed. Her peach lipstick was so mesmerizing, and her floral perfume did a spell on me. We got in the back seat of her Honda City and kissed like maniacs.
I bit her lips, cheeks and neck. She was moaning all this while. Then out of the blue, I inserted my hand into her kurti. She was shocked. I thought, shit, I have made some blunder. But she smiled and gave me access to her boobs by removing her bra.
I inserted my hand and squeezed those majestic melons. She moaned, and I closed her mouth by kissing her. I was about to lift her kurta, but she asked me to stop. She said the place is not safe enough for this. Then we parted and said goodbye.
For 15 days, it became routine for me to meet her after college and on weekends. We used to kiss, and I used to feel her boobs daily. I was addicted to her. I discussed this with my friend. He said she is truly in love with you. That’s why she is so open.
But interestingly, it was not even a month since I started talking to her. We continued meeting even after 15 days, and I grew bold in every meeting. I used to rub her pussy while she was driving around the city, and she used to like it.
Once her family was outstation, she invited me to spend the night with her. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. I took a bottle of vodka and rang the bell at her house. She was in a white dress, and I was awestruck when I hugged her. She was not wearing her bra and panties.
I hugged her, and I lifted her skirt and explored her ass. She asked me to hold on as we had a full night. Then she sat on my lap, and we shared vodka from one glass, and our eyes were glued. I poured some vodka on her cleavage and licked it. She started moaning.
Then I stood up and lifted her in my arms. She was light as a feather. Our eyes were glued, and she challenged me so that I could not be wild with her. I made her sit on her knees on the bed and lifted her dress. Here is the cutest girl I have seen, naked and hiding her boobs and pussy from her hand.
I removed her hands, and with one hand, I rubbed her pussy. With the other, I was sucking her boobs and biting softly. She asked me to go hard on her. I did, and she moaned and fell onto the bed. I removed my clothes and got under the blanket. She was smiling lovingly, which was racing my pulse.
Her pussy was oozing so much juice while I was rubbing that bed sheet that got wet. I started fingering and biting her neck, boobs and lips. One finger went smoothly. I could feel the wetness. Then the 2nd went smoothly, then on the 3rd finger, she oozed her cum, put my face on her breast, and started moaning.
The whole room was filled with the smell of her juice. Then I spread her legs, and I was in her in one go. I fucked her for 15 minutes without a condom. She was so beautiful and soft. I was enjoying her body. After fuck she asked me if it was my first time. I told her no.
I asked the same question. She said her ex-bf was abusive, and he fucked her once. Saying this, she started crying and started touching my penis. I was tired, but her boobs and kisses made me hard again. I fucked her in missionary for 20 minutes. Then I was out of energy.
We slept together, and she again asked for one session in the morning. I gave her and left. After this session, she started behaving differently. She asked me to join her friends as they were going on a trip. But I couldn’t go with job hunting and other commitments.
After returning from vacation, she met me. We discussed things, and she asked me if I could marry her. But I told her I wanted to focus on my career at this age. But in the future, I want her. She was fine with it. Suddenly for one month, she disappeared and stopped meeting me.
After one month she called me at her home, she was alone. She looked sad and told me that she had a secret. I asked her what, and she said she got close to one of her classmates on vacation. They had sex multiple times. She asked me to forgive her.
But I asked her why she did that. She said her classmate proposed to her in the hotel when no one was around. She refused him but hugged him as he was her close friend. He took it as a green signal and kissed her. Then she went with the flow.
For the remaining days of vacation, they sneaked out of the group and made out. But now, that guy had ditched her and started ghosting her. I was so angry at her that I stormed out of the room. But she called my name, and my heart started racing when I turned. She was in the best piece of lingerie and asked me to fuck her.
Hormones took a toll on emotions, and I fucked her like a bitch. After our fuck session, she asked me if I forgave her. I asked her for some time. Then after one week, she again called me. She said she met her ex-bf this time, and he fucked her. I lost my cool and stormed out of the café.
I blocked her and stopped replying to her messages. I don’t know what she was doing. But I gave it a thought and concluded that she has a high sexual appetite. But at that point in my career, I wanted to focus on my placement. So I tried to forget her.
After 2 days, she stopped messaging completely. I was happy that she had moved on. But fate has some other plans. Find out in the next part how I met her in 2020 while travelling in the metro and how she became a genie to me.
In the meantime, you can read my other story here.
Next Part: Riya’s Journey from my Girlfriend to Genie – Part 2