Hi readers, I am Aman from Bengaluru. I am sharing my first experience with one of the most beautiful girls I have ever come across. The story is about how I took her virginity, how we had sex in different positions, and how it went. You can reach out to me for ultimate fun or give me feedback via email. I have mentioned it at the end of the story.
Let’s dive into the story without wasting any more time.
I heard a sound in a mall while shopping.
“Aman?” laced with disbelief.
Nostalgia hit me like a wave when I turned around and saw that familiar face across the mall. For a second, I doubted myself. Twelve years is a long time. But as I got closer, the years seemed to melt away, and the cute little Natasha I remembered transformed into the stunning woman standing there.
Aman – “Natasha, Oh my god, is that really you?”
We hugged, a quick, innocent embrace that somehow felt heavier with the weight of years and all the unsaid things. As I was in a hurry, after a little chat, I asked for her number and left. Later, I texted her, “Coffee? No big deal, just catching up properly.”
When she walked into the café, looking even more stunning than I remembered, it hit me. This wasn’t the kid I used to pull pigtails. She had this effortless beauty. And even with that little shadow of sadness in her eyes, she was captivating.
About Natasha – She is 5’4″ tall with milky white skin. Her measurements are 32C-28-34.
We talked for hours, like no time had passed at all. She told me everything about her breakup, and I just listened, really listened. I wanted to take away that little bit of hurt in her eyes. I told her about my work, my life – the quiet, predictable routine I’d built.
Walking her home, there was this… comfortable quiet. Like we could just be silent and it wouldn’t be weird. At her door, she turned to me, her eyes searching mine.
“Thank you, Aman,” she said, her voice soft. “I really needed this. It felt… easy, talking to you.”
“Anytime, Natasha,” I replied, and I meant it. Looking at her then, with the porch light catching the gold in her hair, something shifted for me.
She reached out, her fingers brushing mine. Then, she just… held my hand. It wasn’t the grab of a friend. It was softer, warmer. It sent this unexpected little jolt through me.
“Maybe…” she hesitated, looking down at our hands, then back up at me, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, “Maybe you could come in for a bit? Have a glass of water and say hello to your school teacher.”
“Okay,” I said, my voice a little rougher than I intended.
Her home was cozy. We sat on the sofa, leaving that polite gap between us as she brought us a glass of water. But my eyes were looking out for my teacher. I was going to meet my teacher after a very long time. Later, I came to know she was out of town for a couple of days.
We talked more, the conversation dipping into deeper waters. We laughed about old school memories. I found myself watching her more, the way her hair fell when she laughed, the little gestures she made with her hands. Then came that silence again. But this time, it wasn’t just comfortable. It was charged. She shifted on the sofa, her knee just barely grazing mine. It was a light touch, but it sent a wave of heat right through me.
I turned to face her, really face her. Her eyes met mine, and I saw it there – that flicker of nervousness mixed with something else… desire? I reached out, my fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. Her skin was so soft, so warm. She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering shut. It felt so natural, so right. I lowered my head, my lips finding hers. It started slow, tentative, a soft pressure. But then she responded, her lips parting slightly, and the kiss deepened.
Her arms went around my neck, pulling me closer. And my hand moved from her jaw to the nape of her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair. The kiss grew more urgent, more demanding. We shifted closer, the polite distance completely gone. I could feel her heart racing against mine.
I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. They were half-lidded, filled with a desire that mirrored my own. No hesitation, just pure wanting. I kissed her again, this time with more intent, more passion.
Gently, I leaned her back against the cushions, my body following hers. I hovered above her, supporting myself on my hands, my gaze locked with hers. Her chest was rising and falling so quickly, and I could see the pulse throbbing in her neck.
I lowered my head and started kissing her neck, tracing the delicate curve with my lips and tongue. She let out this soft moan, her fingers digging lightly into my back. Her perfume filled my senses, making my head spin. My hand found hers, and I gently intertwined our fingers. I brought her hand to my lips, kissing her knuckles softly. I continued to explore her neck and shoulders with my lips, the thin fabric of her top feeling like it wasn’t even there. I could feel her body starting to tremble beneath me, and it just fueled this fire inside me.
Looking down at her face, her lips slightly parted, she was breathtaking. I leaned down and kissed her again, a deep, lingering kiss that left us both gasping for air.
I knew I should probably pump the brakes. This wasn’t the plan. But with her so close, her desire so palpable, I couldn’t. I just… couldn’t.
Slowly, my fingers fumbled with the buttons of her top. Each one I undid revealed a little more of the lace bra underneath, and my breath caught in my throat.
She didn’t stop me. In fact, she reached out and placed her hand over mine, guiding my fingers to the next button. It was this silent conversation, this unspoken agreement.
I continued, my gaze never leaving hers as I gently slipped her top off. Then her bra. Uuuuufffffff… what a sight that was! Her skin was even more beautiful than I imagined. Smooth, warm… perfect. And her boobs…. milky white, juicy with pink nipples like a cherry on the cake. Seeing this, I could not control myself. And, like a hungry dog, I pounded on her boobs. While enjoying the softness with one hand, my mouth started kissing the boobs. I was getting rock hard. And then, I felt a hand on top of my pants. While I was pinching her nipples with one hand, the other was in my mouth getting licked and bitten in between. She was letting out huge moans in rhythm with the act.
She reached for my shirt then, her eyes locked on mine, and I helped her pull it off. Then, my belt, my jeans… soon, we were both naked on that sofa, pressed together. The feel of her skin against mine was electric. I kissed her again, my hands exploring the curves of her body. She moaned softly, her nails digging lightly into my back. The heat between us was intense, consuming.
Again, I moved my lips down her neck, across her chest, lingering on her breasts. She arched her back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. This time I didn’t rush, teasing her boobs with my lips and the occasional flick of my tongue. I heard her whimper, a soft, breathy sound that sent shivers down my spine. My hand followed my lips, gently cupping her breast, feeling the weight and warmth in my palm. Her nipple was already hard beneath my touch, and I couldn’t resist a soft pinch, eliciting another gasp from her.
I paid attention to her reactions, the way she arched her back, the little movements she made as if trying to get closer. It was a silent conversation, her body telling me exactly what she liked. My kisses continued down her torso, each one sending tremors through her. I could feel her body heating up beneath my touch, her desire becoming more and more palpable. I reached her navel and traced its delicate curve with my finger, then dipped lower, my lips following the same path. She gasped, her hips lifting slightly off the sofa. I could feel the tension building in her body, the anticipation thick in the air.
I moved back up, my lips finding hers again. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as she met my kiss with an intensity that mirrored my own.
Breaking the kiss, I whispered against her lips, “Are you sure about this, Natasha?”
She looked into my eyes, her own filled with a fierce desire. “Yes, Aman. More than anything.”
Her answer was all the confirmation I needed. I placed myself between her legs and started kissing her vagina, which was clean-shaved. She whimpered, her hands gripping my hair, guiding me closer. I pressed another kiss, a little firmer this time, and she let out a soft cry, her body tensing with anticipation. I wide opened her vagina and started to lick her clitoris.
I started with slow licks, then started to insert my tongue inside her. Slowly, I increased the pace, and the room was filled with her moans. It was her first time feeling the touch of a tongue, and she released a load of her yummy juices in no time into my mouth. I sucked everything from her vagina and moved up. I shared some of her juices with her, and she happily took it in.
She had never sucked a dick before and she was not sure of doing it. So I didn’t force her to suck me. I asked her to spit her saliva on my dick to lubricate it. I placed myself between her legs and slowly entered her. And she started to cry and begged me to remove it. I removed it immediately and let her relax a bit. While she was catching her breath, I jerked off inside her. She started to cry, and seeing her, I kissed her and let my dick rest inside her vagina.
After a few seconds, I slowly started to move. Slowly, I started to move my dick in and out in a missionary position. She started to enjoy it. After a few minutes, I was about to release my cum. And when I told her this, she requested me to release inside her vagina. She wanted to remember this moment forever.
Afterwards, lying tangled together, the only sound our ragged breathing, I knew things had changed. This wasn’t just two old friends catching up. This was something else entirely. Looking down at her peaceful face nestled against my chest, I had no idea what the future held. But in that moment, with her in my arms, nothing else mattered.
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