Hi, I am Chandu (name changed). I am from Andhra Pradesh and currently working abroad. I am 5.8 feet tall and have a decent appearance.
Let me describe my crush. She is my cousin and my mama’s daughter. She is 5.2 feet tall and has nice assets. I guess her measurements are 34-38-34, which I feel is quite good to handle. 😛
This is my first story to post in this world, and it is true; it happened today. I want to share this here because I have read many similar stories and it gave me the courage to do this with her. Of course, this is not the last one I will post; I believe there will be more to come.
Firstly, sorry… this will be a very long story. Everything is true.
Coming back to the story…
She is my first crush because she is very good-looking among my cousins. In my childhood, we used to meet very often as I used to travel to my grandparents’ house during summer break, and I also used to celebrate my birthday in the summer.
Guess what? Our birthdays are on the same day and year; it’s just that I was born early in the morning and she was born during the night. So, we both used to celebrate our birthdays and had some special bonding while we were kids.
As we grew up and went to higher classes and colleges, we didn’t get to meet each other for a very long time, which gradually increased the distance between us. But as they say, it’s hard to forget childhood friends and the things we did.
To my bad luck, one day my cousin’s elder sister married someone outside of my community, which made it very hard to talk to or meet her, as all the family members kept them away. They also stopped coming to family gatherings, and it was hard to reach her as none of us had personal phones at that age.
After 4 years, while I was in college, we met again during a festival that everyone attended. But we didn’t speak much due to the reasons I mentioned above. But I followed her the entire time just to look at her and feel her presence.
She had really grown up; I could see the differences since the last time I saw her. So, it was obvious to fantasize and do some masturbation. She had been in my mind for quite a long time now.
Meanwhile, after joining engineering, there were winds that took me around, but in the corner, she was always my first crush.
During engineering, I used to travel 60 km every day by bus as I didn’t like to stay in the hostel. Even though we are the same age, due to different streams of education, I joined engineering earlier, and after two years, she got a medical seat in the same college (basically the same group of institutions), which was pretty close.
So, one day I was shocked to see her near my college and very happy to see her. I ran towards her and held her hand. That was the first time, as I remember, I touched her after we grew up.
She also felt very happy seeing me after a long time. We learned that day that we would meet many times from then on, as we were in the same college. Nothing much happened that day as everyone was there.
Also, as we thought, we didn’t meet often due to exams, and as I said already, due to other winds (girls), it was very hard to manage.
In my final year of engineering, I took a bike and used to travel by bike every day.
Guess what? She agreed that she would also join me. Our distance decreased day by day, but I had no courage to convey my feelings.
During that year’s birthday, we both planned that we would celebrate together after many years. Both of us were excited, and even our friends joined; we had a lot of outdoor activities.
In the end, before dropping her off at home, I asked if we could go for a short ride, and she said yes.
It was in the evening. And during summer, the best thing to happen is to drive on the beach road in the rain and with your first crush. I would say it was the best feeling ever.
Due to heavy rain, we stopped under a tree when no one was around. I started talking normally, and meanwhile, I conveyed that I enjoyed today and would love to continue with her daily.
She was also happy and said she also liked me, so I took the opportunity to hold her hand and grab her, but unfortunately, some other people came at the same time.
Not sure about her, but I felt very bad at that time.
Slowly, days passed again, and we were engaged in studies, but we used to travel on the bike, and we were getting closer.
Somehow, her mom got to know this and humiliated me, saying that I was studying engineering and there was no guarantee of a job, and her daughter was going to be a doctor… bla bla bla.
I felt very bad, and I knew this would take serious turns if I made any issue, so I focused on my studies.
Finally, I got a job, and right now, I am in a very good position.
Unfortunately, this took more time, and by then, she got married to someone else. I don’t know about his details. I have no idea about how they have spent their married life. We didn’t even talk about it.
But today, we met after 5 years at one of our cousin’s weddings. She and her mother came, and I didn’t care much about her; I was focused on the wedding and other chores that were assigned to me. She tried talking to me, but I was escaping from her.
Finally, at the end, she caught me in front of my mother while she was helping me get dressed in party wear. She came and told me she could help, meanwhile telling my mom to continue with other work.
I was silent, and she helped me to dress. I said thanks and started to leave. She held my hand the way I held hers for the first time. I was still stubborn and was not looking at her.
I felt water drops on my hand while she was getting emotional. I was speechless and told her that it was my fault and consoled her about this.
We spoke for a while about how her mom manipulated her and how she got married. As I moved on, I felt happy that she is also happy in her life.
As the day passed, she started smiling, and we were back with the fun we had when we were kids. We were very active, and during the sangeet, everyone asked us to perform the song we did.
As we both forgot the dance, how we did it, we said it was not possible to do. Everyone forced us to perform anyway, and we decided we needed 10 minutes before doing so that we would perform by recalling the dance steps.
Due to loud music, we stepped away from the venue to her room to practice a bit. While we reached, her old dress was on the bed, and while I was sitting on the bed, I collected it to throw.
The smell of the dress was the same that I used to feel while riding the bike. I started to feel old moments while throwing the dress. Her bra straps got stuck in my hand. She blushed and took it away from me.
I asked if it was hers, and she said yes.
I reacted with a shocking expression without a word. She asked me what that expression meant.
I said, “You are different now.”
And she understood and deliberately skipped the topic.
We played the songs and started to recollect. Being kids, we used to dance well, and some steps of salsa were also included while doing this. I felt we came close, and so close after a very long time.
This time, she also felt the same thing I was feeling earlier. She asked me if it was okay to dance this way now.
I replied, “Maybe…” and said, “…no time to learn new steps.”
She convinced me and started to do more and more steps. I was hard and grabbing her tightly during moves, and in the end, I landed my lips on her neck and started to slowly go towards her boobs.
She stood tall and walked away from me to the venue again. I felt bad and followed her. She was waiting for our turn to dance, as nothing happened.
Finally, we did dance, and everyone was clapping for our performance. I walked away, and this time she followed me and asked what that was.
I replied “Sorry,” to which she said, “Okay”. And now I was going to my room. She said she would join me.
While everyone was busy, we were in my room. She was lying on my bed, and I was on the couch. My heartbeat was rising, and my mind was busy with crazy thoughts.
She said it would be nice if we had married. This time, I felt emotional. She came near me and, holding my face, said, “I am sorry.”
We were looking into each other’s eyes and we went close to each other without knowing who we were. I started to kiss her and she also responded the same way. None of us wanted to stop.
Even though I had past relationships and had sex. This time, I felt something different. My first crush and I were kissing. No words, just emotions. And I slowly started to hold her tight and kiss her face, neck, and ears.
My hands started to explore her navel. As she was wearing a saree, it was easy to reach her boobs from the top of her dress. Both of us knew this was wrong, but no one was stopping.
After some time, I started to remove the saree, and she was left with just a blouse and lehenga. I removed my t-shirt, and our bodies were uncontrollable. I removed her blouse, and she was in her bra now.
I stood up to remove my trousers. By then, we stopped for some time and were thinking what was happening. I said, “I want this and I am not sure what happens next time.”
She understood and as she also loved me, she smiled.
I understood that she was okay and started to kiss again, holding her boobs, saying her boobs are grown now. She was enjoying my romance.
In no time, we were naked, and I started to suck her nipples. Omg! The feeling is something else; they are like ripe mangoes.
I started to feel her pussy with my fingers, and I told her that I had no condom. She said, “It is okay…” and said, “I need your raw dick in me.”
At the moment, the heat was different, and I bet no one would stop this in the middle, even though it was risky. The same thing happened to us. I slowly started to penetrate and feel her body. I was enjoying her body; it was not just sex, it was a celebration to me. I was enjoying sex with my first crush.
She told me in midway that she was going crazy by the way we were doing this sex. She started to bite my lips, my neck, and her fingers were on my back, holding tightly.
After 20 minutes of our session, we both reached our climax. I started to kiss again, saying that this is the best time I have had in recent years. I was holding her tightly and exploring her body with my body. We spent the beautiful night together.
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