Previous Part: First Time – Part 1
After the dinner, I texted her back.
Me: “Aditi abhi tak sirf imagine karte rahe. Kabhi toh sach me try karna padega.” (Aditi, till now we’ve only imagined. One day we’ll have to try it for real.)
Aditi: “Karan tu sach bol raha hai na? Main darr rahi hoon thoda.” (Karan, are you really serious? I’m a little scared.)
Me: “Darr mat. Bas ek baar milte hain, private. Koi force nahi jo comfortable lage wohi hoga.” (Don’t be scared. Let’s meet once, in private. No force, only what feels comfortable.)
Aditi: “Aur agar maine haan bol diya toh kahan?” (And if I say yes, then where?)
Me: “Weekend pe ek room book karunga. Cozy sa, safe sa. Sirf hum dono. First time special hoga.” (I’ll book a room this weekend. Cosy, safe. Just us. First time will be special.)
Aditi: “Room? Tum itne ready ho?” (Room? You’re so ready for this?)
Me: “Main toh kabse ready hoon. Bas tum ek haan bol do aur main tujhe apni arms me leke chhodunga hi nahi.” (I’ve been ready for so long. Just say yes, and once I hold you in my arms, I won’t let you go.)
Aditi: “Pagal tumhari baatein sunke hi mera dil fast ho raha hai. Weekend okay.” (Crazy, just hearing you is making my heart race. Weekend okay.)
Me: “Fuck sach me bol rahi ho? Tu ready hai?” (Fuck are you serious? You’re ready?)
Aditi: “Haan, but promise karo, pehla time sirf hum dono ka secret hoga.”
(Yes, but promise me, our first time will be just our secret.)
Me: “Promise. Nobody will ever know. Bas tu aur main aur woh night.” (Promise. Nobody will ever know. Just you and me and that night.)
The story:
That night, after hours of teasing texts and confessions, both Karan and Aditi knew things had changed forever. The tension between them wasn’t just playful anymore—it was real, dangerous, irresistible. For days, they had imagined, described, and confessed; now it was time to make it real.
It was Friday, and they went to college to stare at each other. But didn’t go to the library as they knew that if they sat together now, it would be impossible for both of them to control.
The plan was simple. Saturday evening, Karan would book a room away from college, away from anyone they knew. And Aditi will reach the room after some time.
Saturday arrived too slowly, but when it did, everything around Karan felt electric. He reached the hotel early, checked in, and made sure the room was exactly what he wanted—clean, quiet, cozy, with soft lighting and a large bed waiting like a secret witness.
He messaged her the room number and was waiting for her to knock on the door. He was too nervous as it was the first time he was going to experience something like this. To make this movement special, he wears a white t-shirt and blue jeans, which are pretty easy to remove.
After a while, the door got knocked and he opened the door with a shaking hand. And there she was — Aditi. She didn’t dress up boldly, but just tight jeans and a fitted black top. Her hair was loose on her shoulders, and she had a pinkish-red shade of lipstick.
Her look was enough to arouse Karan’s desire. She entered, and Karan locked the door. For a minute, neither of them spoke a word.
Karan smiled, trying to calm her. “You came.”
She nodded, looking down, her cheeks flushed. “I almost didn’t, but I couldn’t stop myself.”
She sits on the edge of the bed, and Karan sits near her. He took her hand in his hand and they had their first touch in the room. Slowly, Karan started bringing his lips near her.
“Karan,” she whispered, almost trembling, “ab toh bas sochna nahi hai, na?” (Karan, now we don’t just imagine anymore, right?)
Karan’s breath stops, and his lips pressed against her. Soft at first, then tempting and wet as we went deeper. Aditi was responding well; the kiss wasn’t perfect, but it was a good, bold start. They tasted each other’s lips, and he started touching his lips to her tongue.
She was responding. Both were in a deep state of kissing. Her lips were parting for her. She broke the kiss, and his lips started kissing her neck and her breasts. She was responding as if no world existed outside the room. He went down and started touching her big boobs through her black top.
As he pressed, she was getting hotter, and her moans started with “Ahh.” He then slowly pulled off the top and had a glance at the boobs for the first time in his life. For him, it was much bigger and too hot to control himself. He unhooked the bra, and then he started pressing them harder.
Aditi was responding boldly. He then placed his tongue on her boobs, then slowly started sucking her nipples. Her pink nipples got harder. She pushed him aside and started removing his t-shirt. She saw his body and started licking his nipples and touching his body.
She went down and unzipped his jeans. The bulge was pretty visible from her jeans, and she just unhooked the button and pulled them down. The bulge was impossible to ignore. With a fast speed, she pulled his undies down and saw him fully, bare and ready.
She blushed but leaned closer. Placing a small kiss on the swollen tip of his dick. Then she opened her mouth wide and started sucking his dick. Her warm mouth and wetness were making him mad. He was moaning, and she was tasting his dick madly.
After 2 minutes, he told her to stop. He stood up and he kissed her again for some minutes. After that, he opened her jeans and started pulling them down, and saw her brown panties soaked in the wetness. He kissed her in the middle of the panties on the pussy and pulled them down.
And here he goes, so pussy for real for the first time in life. He went near and touched his finger there. She was so wet that she couldn’t control herself as he touched her. Her liquids came out. He started licking her madly and tasted all her liquids.
Then she sat on the bed, and Karan just spread her legs apart. Exposing her fully naked with a shaved pussy and legs wide spread. He just put his mouth on her pussy and started licking, tasting, and eating it madly. He was licking her clit and was fingering her simultaneously.
Aditi’s legs shook as she sat back on the bed, and Karan grabbed her thighs firmly, spreading them wide apart. Her pussy glistened — shaved, pink, and swollen from arousal — completely exposed to his hungry eyes. With no hesitation, he buried his mouth against her, sucking, licking, devouring her.
His tongue circled her clit again and again while two fingers slipped inside, curling and thrusting in rhythm. The room echoed with the wet sounds of his tongue and her helpless moans.
“Ah, Karan kya kar rahe ho? Main control nahi kar pa rahi oh fuck maza aa raha hai. Ruko mat bas karte raho!” (Ah, Karan, what are you doing? I can’t control myself. Oh, fuck, it feels so good. Don’t stop, keep doing it!)
Her hips jerked against his mouth, begging for more, while Karan only pushed harder — his tongue flicking faster, his fingers pumping deeper — determined to make her explode. And finally, she squired into his mouth. She was relaxed now, and his face was fully wet.
Now Karan can’t manage to control his urge to fuck her. He slowly put his dick on Aditi’s pussy and started rubbing it. Aditi took his dick in her hand and started rubbing it against her vaginal lips. She was getting wet again.
Aditi bit her lip, nervous yet desperate, her eyes locked on his. He pushed gently, the head of his dick pressing against her tight entrance. Her hole resisted at first — her body trying to adjust to something so new, so big. She let out a small cry as it stretched her.
A thin trace of blood marked that it was truly her first time. Karan froze for a moment, kissing her deeply, whispering against her lips, before pushing again with more care. Slowly, inch by inch, he slid inside her warmth. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, making him groan.
Finally, when he was fully inside, both of them gasped together. The pain in her eyes was turning into raw pleasure. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, and whispered, trembling:
“Karan ab bas rukna mat.” (Karan, now don’t stop)
He began moving slowly, letting her feel every stroke. He started increasing his pace and started stroking her harder and harder, faster and faster. But Aditi’s moans grew louder, her nails digging into his back, pulling him harder.
“Faster, Karan bas dheere mat karo” (Faster, Karan don’t go slow) she begged, her voice breaking with lust.
That was all he needed. He gripped her waist and began thrusting deeper, harder, his hips slamming against hers. Each stroke made her tits bounce wildly, her body moving as her pussy clung to him tighter with every thrust.
The sound of skin slapping filled the room — wet, dirty, intoxicating. Her juices were dripping all over him, making every push smoother, wetter, filthier. She screamed his name again and again, “Ah, Karan! Fuck it feels so good!”
Karan’s body was on fire, sweat dripping, his cock plunging in and out of her like he had no control left. She spread her legs wider, wrapping them around him, grinding her hips to take him deeper inside.
Her moans turned into screams, her entire body shaking as another orgasm ripped through her. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her wildly, pounding her soaked pussy until both of them were completely lost in the madness of lust.
Aditi pussy was soaking, and the smell of sex filled the room. She was shaking, screaming his name, “Ahh fuck Karan. I’m cumming again.”
Same pressure was building inside Karan’s dick, and he groaned, “Aditi, I can’t hold it now. I’m going to cum.”
“Cum inside me, Karan. Please fill me up,” she begged, her voice trembling with lust.
With one final deep thrust, he pushed all the way in, his cock buried fully inside her tight, wet pussy. His body shook violently as he exploded, hot cum shooting inside her, filling her up.
“Fuck,” he groaned, holding her tight as wave after wave of thick cum pumped into her, dripping out around his shaft. Aditi moaned, feeling the warmth flood her. Her body came with another orgasm as he spilt everything deep inside.
Both collapsed on the bed, sweating, panting, their bodies tangled. Her legs still wrapped around him, not letting him pull out, as if she wanted every drop of him to stay inside. The room was filled with the dirty, raw smell of sex, their bodies trembling but satisfied.
Karan collapsed on top of her, both of them covered in sweat, their bodies still trembling from the intensity. His cock was still inside her, slowly softening, but neither of them wanted to move.
Aditi was breathing heavily. She smiled weakly, brushing her fingers through his messy hair. “Pagal tumne mujhe poora pagal kar diya.” (Crazy, you completely drove me crazy).
Karan kissed her forehead softly, his lips lingering there. “I’ve never felt like this before, Aditi, you’re my first and my best.”
She blushed and hugged him tighter. His cum was still warm inside her, making her feel completely his. For a few minutes, they just lay there quietly, listening to each other’s heartbeats, skin against skin, like they didn’t need words anymore.
Finally, Aditi softly whispered, “Agar library wale din mujhe pata hota ki hum yaha tak aayenge toh shayad main pehle hi tumhe kiss kar leti.” (If I knew on that library day we’d come this far, maybe I would’ve kissed you right then.)
Karan whispered in her ear, “I’ll always remember my FIRST TIME!”
She nodded her head and said, “Me too.”
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