First Time Sex With Gf – Part 1

Nearly 7 pm, 15th April 2015. After a whole day of buying and ordering business for the school function, we both finally headed home. I (head boy, 18) picked up my bike and Nandita (head girl, 18) sat on the back. I then moved at a speed that had a respectful hue in it. Though in school dress, the scene was not like a typical high school couples sitting on a bike stuck in one piece. It had a sense of mutual respect that we shared. The setting sun appeared as if it was eavesdropping.

When we reached her hostel, she stood on her feet and asked me if I could move home. I was deeply tired. I said nothing. She talked to my mom (she’s a scientist) and after a short conversation, she asked me to join her for the night. My dad expired when I was 7. My mom didn’t marry anyone else. Our family is composed of two individual – a caring mother and her little son. As a scientist, she spends most of the time in the university, researching, writing, and lecturing.

Due to big funds those day, she spent most of her time (including nights, sometimes) at her lab. Also, Nandita’s mom and my mom are friends. They meet at parties mostly. Due to a significant distance between Nandita’s own home and the school, her mother sent her to a hostel nearby. We sometimes study together, at her hostel. This time mom was at the university, so I had an excuse for not going to our house.
I parked the bike in the lot and moved up with her to the 6th floor where she lived. She opened the door and we were in. She slammed the door as we both threw ourselves on the bed, restless. We both were panting.

Soon, I fell asleep.

When I woke up I didn’t open my eyes wide. With partially open eyes I tried to survey the room. Nandita wasn’t on the bed. So I tilted myself a bit to extended the field of my vision and finally, as every time, spotted her standing next to her washing machine. She was pouring washing powered in the machine. Suddenly she looked at me. I turned myself down pretending to be asleep. Then, as I followed her activity, I saw her undressing in a mild rush. She took off her kurti and made her tank visible. I shied a bit and closed my eyes. But then I started gazing again. I saw her wearing a white tank. A tightly wound coating around her bosom. They were tightly wound and it appeared to me that the tank was glorifying her body in some strange indescribable way.

She tide her beautiful hairs and in a sudden removed her tank off her body making her graceful cleavage visible. Her bra had a glorifying aura. It was tightly wound around her breasts and the clear sight of the narrower strap which made itself around her back gave me an erection. And then a second erection. It reminded me of the fact that I revered her as some kind of a goddess and therefore I restricted myself today to whatever I felt until now. I closed my eyes in a strange satisfaction. I started imagining what she would be doing now and a minute from now. The anticipation of pleasure was so overwhelming that I began feeling uncomfortable.

inner me was shouting and crying to open eyes and gaze the cleavage of the woman I revered so much. I was officially not a boyfriend yet, and therefore I found it right to not gaze into her private zones at this point of time. I reminded my inner me of how unfaithful it would be to interfere with her privacy. But the scream of the anticipated pleasure was so strong that I was almost fighting an inner battle. Suddenly while was trying to explain the modest ethics of a boy who is in a room of a girl to my inner me, I had erections and began to find the pleasure of the anticipation. I open my eyes and found her searching for something in her cupboard.

The bra’s strap was driving me mad. The way it was tightly sticking to her perfect body was damn seductive. She turned towards me, this time not to check on me, but with her cloth in her hand to wear. She leaned to take off her pajamas, and a couple of clean white and perfect mass of muscle freed itself dangling from her chest. The cleavage was so attractive that I found myself unable to wait to talk to her about that. She suddenly stared at me and found me gazing at her cleavage.
“You’re awake? I thought you’re still asleep”, she said as she continued taking off her pajamas.

I was surprised to find her unaffected by fact that I was into her cleavage. “Yeah… No… actually…”
“Go get a bath.” she interrupted as she grabbed her shorts to get into them.

“Yeah,” said I without a second word. I learned again to as she wore her pair of short pants. I was still gazing her body. She was standing in front of a direct light and therefore her sweaty cleavage was glistening. Her bare legs were as if screaming for me to grab them to express to her how much I was in love with this goddess of mine.

The seductive bellybutton sitting in the middle of her curly sides was crying for me to kiss her. She grabbed her new blue tank and got herself into it. As she was wearing it, her hands were up in the air and her clean white underarms and her beautiful bouncing breasts beneath them appeared to call me to kiss her soft, delicate, cute-little pink lips. The shape of her boobs appearing on her bra, and the shape of her bellybutton in the center and wonderful curls of her abdomen on the hot white body of hers were the special features of my goddess.
Then she moved in her gray shorts toward her washing machine and poured her pajama in it. Then she walked towards me. Her left eye was half open as she was approaching the resting me. She slept beside me and continued talking.
“You are sweating,” she said.

“I know”, I interrupted. “You were in the same condition seconds ago.”
“You saw me?… oh of course you were”

“Yeah, I did see you in your tank… I am impressed” I said
“Impressed by what?”
“The shape of you, my lady”

“Really,” she said as she turned towards me.
“yeah” I turned too.
“So what do you like particularly”
“You… your whole personality” I said and then there was a pause.

She kissed me. But suddenly she stopped, perhaps in regret. Though we spent most of our time together, we were not officially in a relationship. We had been thinking about it for months now. We were best friends ever since our high school. Her hesitation was surprising. I mean, I had seen her in her bra and even sometimes in her panties; hardly dressed at all. Most of the time she studied in her shorts and I used to flirt with her bare skin. I use to touch her bare thighs every now and then while we studied.

In fact, last year we planned to study human reproductive system from 12th standard book just for fun and we did it. She herself got one from the library and we explored the chapter really well. We quite openly talked about Penis and Vagina and her periods and our masturbation. While studying one time, I asked her to show me her private parts so that ‘we’ can get an opportunity to grab some working knowledge of the subject. She shied away for a moment but then said laughingly, “You start first.” That clearly meant that she was, in fact, ready to go naked given I did it first. But we fought over who does is first and the whole issue ended in laughter.

This was a great opportunity for us to get to know each other physically. Upon her hesitation over I asked, “Is everything okay?”
“Oh yeah.”

“Nandita, I am completely okay with it. And it is natural, you know. We are humans.”
After a pause, she said “yeah”
“If you like, we go do it. If you don’t want to do it, I am okay with it as well.”

“I want us to promise that we will not undress,” she said after a moment of silence.

“I am completely fine with it”, I said in some excitement.
And there it went – I kissed her. On her lips. I had only dreamt about this earlier. This time we did it. This time it was passionate and deep. Soon we were exchanging saliva and tasting playing with each other’s tongue. The pleasure was in the fact that someone I admire and respect trusts me. She trusts me to the extent that she has finally allowed me access to her private sections, her mouth. She stopped herself and grabbed my hand and kissed it gently on the palm and kept it lightly on her left breast.

That was a granted access to explore her body. So I began to touch her all over. The cleavage I was adoring from that distance, the gracefully shining part of her bosom was finally within reach of the hand she kissed and allowed. I touched her cleavage gently and as we kissed again I began to gently massage her breasts. I was holding her curly sides with the other hand of mine and as soon as she granted access by placing my palm on her breast, I began moving my other hand to explore her sides and back and legs. The smoothness of her curls was unbelievable. I pressed her delicate graceful beautifully fragrant breasts and then realized that she, though in her shorts, was thrusting me gently. Perhaps she had decided that we enjoy all of it, though, without undressing. That was a great I idea, I thought.

I stopped kissing and asked her, “Do you want me to reciprocate?”
“Do you want to?”

“Would you like if I did?” I asked her back staring at her hue. Her lips were little and cute but this time they were wet and therefore shining. Not just the lips but the entire region in proximity to her lips were wet with ‘our’ saliva.
“I know that you are enjoying whatever we are doing here. Do you?” she asked back as her left index finger moved near her lips swiping the wet saliva and she then moved the wet finger in her mouth and licked the wet fluid on using her lips and gulped. The whole scene was seductive.
“Yeah of course I am,” said I, “Do you?”

“Yeah,” she said and that was the answer. I was allowed to reciprocate.You see, after watching that Netflix series called ‘Thirteen Reasons Why’, I am a bit cautious. I am a dude and I don’t find my dignity ruined if a girl thrusts me. That is the way boys are. But girls are way different and way more careful and noticing when it comes to gestures. I don’t want her to see me alien. I don’t want to rush; don’t want to proceed without her permission. Maybe, you’ll say that that is ruining my manhood, but I don’t think in those terms. I respect my love and always like to proceed with her confession. That is the way I am. Also, thrusting her back would mean that I am intentionally trying to have an intercourse with her, and girls are sensitive, and that may, therefore, mean ‘mean’ to her, and I absolutely do not want that.

“Maybe, then we should be trying something special. Like maybe you… like…”, I said as I adjusted to a sensual position – one up. I asked her to mount on me as I rested on the bed face-up. “Try this,” said I.

“Hmm,” she said with an erotic melody in her sound. The sound was as if she dropped a drop of honey on her soft bosom and asked me to lick it.

As she mounted on me in her deep blue tank and grey shorts, I stared at her sensually located and (as if delicately crafted) bellybutton. I moved my right hand to touch and feel its sensuality. As I waved my hand on her belly, she began gradually – moving the cleavage of her butt over my dick. Though her shorts and my trousers were on, my dick hardened even more. She then leaned toward me, brought close her breast, ever closer to me chest and we kissed. Her beautiful and overwhelming breasts were pressed against my chest. Our kiss was producing erotic ‘chossing’ noise. The vicinity of the noise to my ears made it crystal clear.

I mouth had a pleasant odor. Her saliva tasted like some warm and mildly flavored wild juicy fruit. It was neither sour nor sweet, neither had it any taste of bitterness nor did it produce any numbness. It had some indescribable taste, something like a tasteless berry with a slight touch of, just a touch of the essence of tamarind. Her thrusts were mild. They were like lacking discreetness and yet boundless. So mild that the erection at each thrust was just enough to take you to the dreamy land where you could be on the verge of orgasm all your life.

As she went on thrusting me, I said: “My medical queen, you are ‘the goddess’ of orgasm”. I said it with a smile.
“You are quite a boy,” she said jokingly.
“I mean wouldn’t it be the greatest experience of all time me if you allow me to slide my thing in yours,” I said sarcastically.
“Shut your mouth” she barked smiling.
“I mean we can try many more positions,” I said adding “What say?”

“I don’t think I can handle it. I mean, I know it will be great but the thought of losing my thing when we are supposed to devote ourselves to our finals, seems disturbing to me. I mean, I get disturbed. So…”

“Oh… Okay…” I said understandingly. “I don’t think the thing that which we’re doing now is also hard for you, is it?”
“I’ve been thinking of it for ages now”, she said as she laid herself calmly on my t-shirt covered body. “I don’t think that if we just satisfy our natural urges by, you know, enjoy our company together, I don’t think it is hurting me or you anyway. I mean look, I am in my tank and short and you are in your trousers and t-shirt and we’re jerking each other hard and you’re playing with my boobs, I mean you are neither having a hardcore intercourse with me nor are you crossing some sort of psychologically nerving boundary. Things are fine. You like it. I like it. And it just between me and you. We’re hurting no one. All I meant is, things are fine and therefore I am okay with it.”

“Yeah baby”, I said. “I like your frankness” I added. She smiled. “Let go wild!” I shouted. She began to jerking harder and I pressing her boobs. I began imagining her how her vagina would look like. I revered her because she was honest, hardworking, and beautiful. The mere thought of a lady such as she positioned on my dick, rubbing it with her ass, the mere imagination of this gave me an erection. Think of how I was feeling at the moment when things turned real. My dick was hardest, harder than concrete. My eyes closed as I was on the verge of ejaculation for the last two minutes. “Just a pause please”, I asked her.

“Why? You’re in, right?”
“On my verge”
“Okay,” said she as she unmounted me. “This is going to be memorable,” she said daydreamingly. She looked at the clock on a wall and said, “Should I get something for you to eat?”
I was panting as did she, “would like to reciprocate, Nandita, before you leave me”.

We shared a mild smile and I mounted gently on her, asuring I don’t hurt her. I slept on her, face-down, my lips resting on hers, with my arms out as the arms of a spaceship, about to land. Unlike her experience of my dick, I was unable to spot her vagina. So I looked down and tried to rest my groin on the covered vagina. Then I did gently thrust her by my weight. I noticed the expression on her face. Her mouth was wide open, eyes deeply shut and she lifted her jaw on my second thrust. I kissed her, this time on her face and her neck. I grabbed her legs and began kissing her wildly. I wanted to go wild at this point. But the promise of keeping the cloths-on bound me to just feel her body. I touched her around the cleavage and licked her cleavage by pulling the tank to show the cleavage.

I touched her breasts and pressed them. I had no idea how to keep the beast within me locked who is getting ever more energetic to go wild with every tick of the clear sounding wall clock. I pressed her breasts hard and harder and wanted to tear all the boundaries and throw away her clothes and lick her nipples and fuck her. I wanted to pull off her shorts and her underwear and eat her and dwell in her and fuck her harder. I was finding it very hard to keep the beast in me locked. I grabbed her arms and licked her all wet. I licked her charming and pleasantly perfumed underarms. I wanted to grab her vagina and kiss it all night. Helpless and unable to control the ‘beast-within-me’ I unmounted, panting.

“What happened?” she asked after some second passed by.
“I can’t control” I said, still panting.

She said nothing. Then she smiled. I reciprocated her smile. She giggled. On this, I turned and touched her lips with my finger. The beast in me was still active. I did thrust my finger into her mouth and began fingering her in her mouth as my whole body was shivering in the burst of this overwhelming experience. I kissed her whole face fingering her mouth. I wanted to inject all the semen in her. I asked her, “Would you let me feel it?”
“Feel what?” she asked back.

“The most reverent part of your body which I didn’t have direct access to” I answered.
“Ummm…”

I requested again, “Just to feel it over your coverings”.
“Maybe”

“Are you sure?” I asked in excitement.

“But after some food… we have to work harder tomorrow in the school, huh.” She said and sat still on the cozy bed. “I’ll think, though,” she said and smiled at me. “Go get yourself refreshed in the bathroom” she continued. Then she covered her bare sexy legs with her pajama, unlocked the door and left the room.

To be continued…