Hi All. Today, I am sharing a true incident between Swati and me (name changed) that happened last week.
My name is Rahul (Name changed), and I work in an MNC in Bangalore. Both Swati and I joined the company together, and we’ve been best friends for 12 years since our training days. Over time, we transitioned from training mates to colleagues and eventually became the best of friends.
We shared every aspect of our lives. Swati knew all the details of my life, including my past relationships and crushes. Similarly, there was not a single aspect of Swati’s life that I was not aware of. I recently experienced a breakup and felt a bit down.
Swati was also struggling to overcome a breakup from the past four years. Swati went through a painful breakup where her boyfriend repeatedly cheated on her for two years. She still couldn’t come to terms with it. She was even considering marriage with him as she was deeply committed to him.
She faced depression and gained more than 20 kgs in the past two years. Despite trying therapy, changing her looks, and engaging in new hobbies, what hurt her the most was feeling betrayed. Her ex-boyfriend had multiple physical relationships while being in a relationship with her.
We were so close as friends that we knew every single aspect of each other’s lives. I knew Swati was a virgin. At 32, she was trying to move on, meeting people. But not finding anyone she liked, which was frustrating. Adding to her frustration was the fact that she was gaining weight.
She was feeling more depressed, unable to do anything about it. She was 5’4″ and weighed 80 kgs now. I am 5’6″, also 32, and weigh a healthy 70 kgs, a little less than Swati. We both were single for now but were planning to get married someday to someone. We are searching for prospective partners.
It happened when she messaged me. She was feeling very low and needed someone to talk to. I went to her home, and she was visibly upset. She had just come back from a date. He had ridiculed her for being overweight and suggested that she should lose weight before dating again.
I felt sorry for her and tried to comfort her. My only way of comforting her was to act goofy and try to say something funny and try to make her laugh. So I told her not to worry.
Me: Why are you looking for boyfriends when I’m around? Do you think you’ll find anyone better than me?
Swati: (She was still irritated) You keep saying the same thing every time, but don’t even try to find a good guy for me.
Me: That’s because I’m right in front of you, and I’m not aware of any other better guy for you.
Swati was smiling now, and she said, “I’m tired of hearing the same dialogue for the last 12 years.”
Things had lightened up a bit, and Swati was talking normally. I had recently broken up with my girlfriend, and she asked how I was holding up. To lighten the mood, I joked that I had stopped searching because I had decided to be committed to Swati.
Swati laughed and said, “Okay, then get ready for a lifetime of misery.” Time passed, and I was getting ready to leave as it was 6:00 PM. She was watching a show on an OTT channel, and I sat next to her to watch it as well. We were using her mobile to view it.
Unsure if it is an advantage or disadvantage of shows these days, you never know what to expect. At any time, an intimate scene can crop up. So it happened that an intense scene where two friends were making out came up.
Swati was wearing a pyjama and a T Shirt. She had huge breasts owing to her weight, probably a 36D or a 38C. She had a slight tummy, which she used to always hide by wearing loose fitting tops. Her hips and buttocks were curvy and voluptuous.
It all happened suddenly and without any intention. Considering the intensity of the scene, I instinctively started subconsciously moving closer to her while watching. To my surprise, she didn’t resist, and she, too, was moving towards me until our lips met.
It began with a gentle peck, where I placed a peck on her lips with a gentle suck on her upper lips. Immediately feeling guilty, I apologised and moved back. She quickly retorted, holding my head and hand, saying, “It’s okay, better with you than a stranger.”
Maybe we both didn’t expect it to be much more than a make-out session. But fate had other plans. Till then Swati was always my best friend. I had never seen her in that light. I had not even thought of her while masturbating. But today, all of a sudden things had changed.
What started as a gentle kiss was slowly becoming passionate. We were on the couch, and I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and started kissing her. It began with the lips, followed by cheeks, then to her neck. I could see that Swati was a little shy.
The closeness of friendship was still there, but at the same time, she was getting warmer. Both Swati and I passionately embraced each other and kissed with intensity. There was some sucking involved as we exchanged each other’s saliva. I asked Swati if she was okay and if she wanted to stop.
She replied, “Continue.” I inquired if she was enjoying it, and she nodded. Being Swati’s friend for so many years, I was comfortable and reluctant at the same time. It was a strange dilemma. I was not sure how I would be judged if I showed too much passion.
At the same time, it wasn’t easy to control my urges. Anyways, holding her right hand and intertwining our fingers, I was kissing her lips now. With my left hand, I was caressing her back and guiding her head towards me. She was hugging me as I kissed her.
From her mouth, I moved aside. This time I started kissing her cheeks, nose, eyes, and ears and gently changed the kiss to sucking and licking. I began gently licking her cheeks and slowly moved downwards towards her neck. I was half expecting her to stop me, but she didn’t.
I gently sucked her neck and was licking her exposed neckline. She was breathing heavily now and holding my hand tightly. At one end, I was still having the guilt that I was doing something wrong, something that was unholy, incorrect. I stopped abruptly and told her I was not able to continue.
She hugged me tightly and thanked me. She told me that she was comfortable with me any day, anytime and anywhere rather than with any other person in the world. After listening to her comforting words, I started kissing her again. This time, I was partially on top of her.
I pushed her against the couch. I slid my left hand inside her t-shirt in the back, exploring her back. She was not wearing anything apart from a bra, which I could feel was tight fitting. I pulled her towards me, and we started kissing. We were licking each other’s faces now.
She was also gaining confidence and hugging me. Her hands were also inside my T-shirt. I slid both my hands, exploring her back. While I kissed her, I unhooked her bra. The effect was immediate as I could sense the release of tension on her breasts and they dropping as I kissed her.
Swati was visibly shy, and she said, “You know this is my first kiss as well. Nobody has touched me the way you have touched me to date. You look so innocent. I never expected this and never knew you were such an animal.” I mockingly asked her, “So you want me to stop then?”
She was shy and replied, “Do you want to keep asking me and hear me beg every time.” I just smiled and again slid my hands inside her. This time, slowly raised her T-shirt and removed her bra from inside. I didn’t want to make Swati uncomfortable by directly making her topless, as this was her first time.
To make Swati comfortable, I removed my T-shirt first. I knew it was difficult for any girl to get naked in front of a guy, be it for the first time or the tenth time. However, I kept passionately feeling her body underneath her clothes.
Swati had huge breasts, which many women can only be envious of, and her waist had multiple layers. Though many might consider this fatty feature unhealthy or obese, during sex, it adds a different dimension. You can feel each layer with your hands.
You can kiss it, pinch it, suck it, run your tongue in between the layers etc. It could only increase her pleasure. I gradually intensified my kisses. This time, I started kissing her neck, slowly moving down and kissing her breasts over her clothes. I slightly lifted her t-shirt and first kissed her navel.
I had to sit on the floor as she was on the couch. She was wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt, so I just slid my head underneath it and started kissing her navel. Swati was slightly becoming confident now. I could feel her passionately holding my buttocks and back and pulling towards her.
With my head under her loose t-shirt, I went to her breasts and sucked them. Once she was comfortable, I slowly undressed her T-shirt. Her breasts were huge, and they were dangling by its weight. I asked her what size it was. She reluctantly said it was 38D.
I kissed them on the nipples. I reassuringly told her that these were the best breasts I had seen so far. She had nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, whatever she was having was many women’s dreams and many a man’s fantasy. Her breasts were indeed beautiful.
Her breasts were juicy and soft, dangling by its weight. Her areola was large and pinkish, surrounding her reddish-brown nipples. I could sense she was a little nervous, and I told her to relax. I still reassured her that we could stop at any moment.
She said that she was not nervous because of that but because this was her first time. I comforted her, saying it was going to be great and not to worry. I was now hugging her tightly and kissing her breasts, circling her nipples, sucking them and squeezing them with my fingers.
Swati was observing me do that. She was pulling me towards her. Again, not wanting to make Swati awkward, I unzipped myself and moved out of my pants. Swati saw the huge bulge underneath my underwear. It felt like she just realised the gravity of the situation.
She started breathing heavily, and her nipples were starting to get hard. I could see that her breasts were getting firmer as I kissed them. I was still focusing on Swati’s navel and breasts. I guided Swati’s legs around my waist, and I kissed her from the front.
She was leaning on the couch. My hands were behind her back now. I was kissing her from her forehead to her navel, alternating between kissing, sucking, licking, cupping and with varying intensity. I could sense Swati was getting aroused now and getting ready.
I could feel her groin was wet and hot. Slowly, while doing this I untied her pyjama and started dragging her pants down. Swati was panting very heavily, and as I could see, she was thoroughly aroused. Her underwear was fully wet, indicating she was thoroughly lubricated.
I once again asked her if she was okay. She pulled me close, held my hand and said, “I never expected you would be my first one, but I am glad you are. I will never forget these moments. Thanks for caring so much about me. Please go ahead without any regrets because I do not regret it.”
After multiple reassurances from Swati, I kissed her over her underwear. She was wearing black underwear, which I slid down with both my hands. I could see her vulva. It was again fair, a little elongated, and the folds of her skin were pinkish.
Even though a virgin, Swati was thoroughly waxed, and I didn’t see any strands of hair so far. First and foremost, I wanted to make her comfortable as she was my best friend to date. The only way I could think of for now was by going down on her. I fiddled my tongue over her vulva.
With the tip of my tongue, I fiddled and gently kissed and sucked her vulva. I must say I didn’t feel any reluctance as she was my best friend. But this act gave her maximum pleasure. She was pressing her chest and legs on the couch and lifting her waist and hips while moaning loudly.
She was grabbing my head with both her hands. I knew she had lost herself now, and she was moaning and calling out my name. I wanted to make sure that she was comfortable. I did not want to make her feel that I was taking advantage of the situation.
I sincerely hoped that this act of going down on her gave her that satisfaction and reassurance. After exploring her vulva with tongue, kissing, licking, and sucking, she finally realised that she was naked. I was still in underwear. She proceeded and grabbed my underwear.
As soon as she pulled down my underwear, my 8-inch dick was set free. Seeing her reaction, I could sense that this was the first time she was seeing an erect dick in front of her. She let out a meek smile and said, “Please. Make it gentle. I don’t want any pain.” I said, “Sure, baby. Don’t worry.”
Swati was now lying on the couch. Her back was on the couch, and she had lifted one leg over the couch wall. I proceeded in front of her, laid down and first kissed her and again gently fondled her breasts. I hugged her and caressed her body with my hand.
I wanted her to feel comfortable before I penetrated her and not to feel forced. I hugged her tightly, kissing her all the while. With one hand, I adjusted my dick and gently slid inside her. It was fairly smooth, and she let out a gentle “Mmmmmmmm.”
I gently whispered, “Did you feel it?” She shyly replied, “No, baby.” I kissed her again and kept penetrating her. For a first-timer, she had quickly improved. She was already swaying her hips along with me as I went in and out. I held her tightly, not trying anything fancy and penetrated as gently and slowly as I could.
She seemed to enjoy the slow, gentle motions. She was giving out a gentle, long “Mmmmm” sound every time I went in. This continued for 5 minutes until I finally was ready to cum. I told her, “Swati, you know this was not planned, and I didn’t even carry a condom.”
Swati replied she knew her dates and, just in case, she would take care of it immediately. I let out a long ejaculation, half of which was on the couch. We lay on the couch in the same position for some time. Reality was slowly coming back, and we both realised what had just happened.
For now, we just kissed each other once again and sat on the sofa. We had a lot more to ponder about. After about 10 minutes of silence, Swati finally spoke “This should not spoil our friendship. Nothing should change. What we had for so long, for 12 years, is something special. I don’t want to lose it.”
It was indeed special, “Swati was my only true best friend.” And she said, “One more thing. Thanks for your love today. You were a true gentleman.” I was happy to hear this.
It’s been a week since our little incident, and there has been no change in our friendship. Hope you liked the story. Please mail/chat your feedback/reviews/comments to [email protected].