Anu My First Spring Part -1
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Hi indian sex stories dot net readers My name is Varun(name changed). This story is about my first sex experience. This story starts as innocent and slowly picks up to the steamy part, so please bear with me. I won’t insult myself or you by promising ‘a confidential encounter with the best sex you’ve ever had’, we’re all (horny) adults here, you know what you want and how to get it. That’s why I won’t advertise myself. So just mail me at [email protected] for feedback, or if you wanna know me. Take care peeps. The bus was whooshing on the black tar road. I was sitting in the window seat. I was around 17-18 at the time, just crossed teenage and considered an adult by the societal standards. By the way, I haven’t told where right? We’re going for uncle’s marriage. A smile popped up on my face when I thought about it. Although the new clothes and the festivities were on my mind, there was also something else. She’s gonna be there! As I looked out the trees and building were moving backward, my thoughts drifted back along with them, making me reminisce the little episodes of my venereal acts. The naughty secretive games with a cousin in my pre-pubescent years, the bold wicked ventures with anu after crossing puberty, every little detail was rushing through my mind. I haven’t told who she is yet, right? Anu is my dad’s cousin’s daughter, mama ki beti. We are born just 2months apart. In essence, she is 2months older than me. But I have never called her bhabhi and couldn’t call sali too, so she’s just anu for me. In our school days, she used to visit us for summer and we used to play around on the terrace, those sneaky mom-dad games included ;). As kids, we used to lay on each other just like it’s shown in movies. One of those summers changed both our lives forever and now that I look back, it became a milestone. I was in 8th standard at that time and just crossed puberty. Like every teenage guy was always horny. Anamika, anu for short is one hell of a girl. Unlike the other highschool girls, she wasn’t too skinny, nor too fat. She was perfect… The perfection of god’s creation. Just a bit more would be fat, any less would be skinny. She is the standard. The curvy voluptuous body, the naughty smile that can make Romeos out of monks, in short, she’s the definition of sexy…At least for me. Just like every year, she visited my family that year too. One day I was out playing with a guy friend of mine in a new building. It was a function hall, with just the paint job due. She got bored around my home and came to find me. All her clothes must have been washed and getting dried or yet to be washed, I don’t exactly remember. All I can recall is her coming there wearing my striped PJs. Boy am I glad, that it was so! My PJs tightly embosomed her teen curves. I could clearly see the shape and size of her blossoming breasts and the bubbly butt. Her long hair teased, dancing on her butt alluring me. Before I even come out of the trance, she asked, “can I play with you boys too? It’s getting too boring at home,… Pleaaasee”. When the wholesome of lush walks up to and asks you something, you can never say ‘no’ especially if she says ‘please’. We were at a loss of words all we could do is a nod and let her join in our silly boyish games. While she was there, I stole a few glances of her luscious curves, unbeknownst to both my friend and anu. As luck would have it, my friend had been called away after a couple of hours, leaving me and her alone. As the third wheel excused himself, I turned to anu and kept on playing the silly boyish games with her. However many times I turn away her irresistible form kept drawing my gaze. Before I knew, I was ogling right at her. I kept forcing myself to break the gaze and look away hoping she didn’t catch me looking at her, but it had been becoming harder and harder just not to stare. At home, she always wore salwar suits. Although they revealed some of her pale milky skin, they almost always concealed her striking curves giving me little to no chance of catching a glimpse of her voluptuous body. Now that I had gotten the chance, I decided to make most of it and enjoyed watching the stunning maiden beside me. “Varun….. Varun…!! … Varun shall we go too?” her sweet voice grounded me back to the present, from my ocean of thoughts. “ugh .. What?” I asked her to repeat the question like a guy who just woke up from a dream. “now that your friend has gone home, shall we leave for home too?” she asked again, this time making sure that I paid attention. ‘what!!? No way! You’re never gonna get another chance like this, stupid Varun! In solitude with her and away from home.’ my inner voice screamed at me. I kept thinking for an answer that can convince her to stay. “umm.. If we go home, all we’re gonna do is watch tv or do the chores. Can’t we just play some more?” I responded. “okay,” she hesitantly agreed. I spent the remainder of the day making passes at her bosom that was tightly wrapped in my PJ, I managed to touch them once “by accident”. Those big balls must have been b-cupped. And they were so soft, like a cotton pillow… Cotton candy. ‘will they taste just as sweet?’ I wondered and my hard on growing in my shorts at that thought. As she didn’t react to this, I became bolder and tried this “accident” once more. “What are you doing Varun” her voice was stern mixed with a bit of anger. Or I just might have imagined it, but it did scare me. “n-nothing” I stuttered as I stepped away from her, looking down and covering the boner in my shorts. As we walked home, I made a mental note that I’d have to be careful and change my way of approaching. From then onwards I would only grope her, “accidentally” of course, when we’re all three playing. My friend never noticed this. I had been so careful that she’d even doubt herself whether she imagined it. I would only do this couple of times a day, never more than thrice. My rationale was ‘unsuspecting fun over the span of days is better, than having it all at once and get caught’. Four days passed like this. As the dusk approached a big troupe of wedding passed the road beside our playing-spot. Cars and vans decorated with roses and balloons, confetti bursting and melody of the band… It was hard to miss. We stepped out and watched it. I and my friend jumped beside the slow-moving cars and plucked few of the decorations for ourselves. We left for home holding the balloons, but before that I gave anu the rose I secretly plucked from the bride and groom car. It was a scented rose. She smiled at me and put that rose in her hair. Oh man! That sweet smile stung me… Like a cupid’s arrow. On the way to home after my friend reached his and he bid us farewell for the day. Then suddenly I felt a soft hand holding mine. I was surprised at this development and looked up to see the sweet smile back on her sexy lips. In that semi bright moonlight, we walked home hand in hand. I could smell high fragrance beside me. It may be the moonlight or the scented rose or just maybe the 5feet something ravishing doll named Anamika walking beside me, but I pressed her hand warmly in mine high on pubescent desires. As soon as we reached the home, she pulled her hand away making me doubt whether I imagined it. As I looked up, a sexy smile was still on her face sparkling in the moonlight. From that day onward, whenever I touched her growing tits while playing, she would just bend a bit more pushing her soft mounds against my hand, with a sheepish smile on her face. Only 2-3 times a day of course. If I ever tried a fourth time, she’d feign anger and move away, all this without alerting our dear friend. I was happy with the new development. We would always hold the hands and caress each other whenever we’re alone and nobody was noticing. As these sneaky adventures grew bolder, I enquired “what changed from that day?” She giggled looking at me as if I’m the most clueless boy in the world and responded, “see Varun, I have always liked you. You are smart and cute. But girls like to be adored, caressed and treasure with love, not some cheap display of lust. Got it now silly?” and she kissed on my cheek before running away. I chased her fooling others at home that it’s just a silly play. Before we could go any further the summer came to an end and the schools reopened. The summer finished. Monsoon came and went. In the month of November came the invitation from her home, inviting us all to “Anamika’s” coming of age(maturity? I don’t know the exact English word for it) ceremony… To celebrate the adolescent turning into a young woman. One of my cousins even teased me with “yo varun your sali became a woman dude.” I was dumb struck at that comment, but boy was I glad to know that she didn’t know anything and just teasing me. I dressed up my best and my growth spurt kicked over a year ago and was still getting taller. The budding till-the-cheek sideburns presented me as ‘more than a boy’ at the ceremony. Anu was dressed in a half saree and decorated in gold, exemplifying her already gorgeous body. Her teenage mounds definitely got bigger these past few months, definitely c-cupped now! The blouse is barely holding them. Her long dark hair had been braided with bells at the end. The sexy belly button she carefully hid away all the summer was teasing me along with the waistline which was playing hide and seek behind the golden waist band. Whenever she walked those sexy long hair and the bells were wiggling on her round ass. When I approached her, I smiled and winked conveying, ‘you’re sexier now’. She smiled but didn’t show much enthusiasm. Even at the lunch, she seemed busy and elsewhere. It felt as if the last summer ‘did not happen at all’. I was hurt by this and forced my parents leave early coming with some excuses about classes and school next day. I was angry, sad and lost. At the end of winter, my cousins and I went to Anu’s house for Sankranthi vacation. I was still hurt so I pretended as if nothing happened this summer and treated her like any other cousin. She tried to talk but I was too stubborn. One evening while playing at a temple she grabbed my hand when other cousins were far away and asked “why are you acting like this Varun? Why are you acting like a stranger with me?” I was looking down and could hear the weeping in her voice. When I kept quiet she yanked my hand again. This time I looked up tears flowing down cheeks, I just couldn’t hold it anymore “you were the one who treated me like a stranger!” “when?” “last time, in November” She thought a moment holding her tears, “I-I” her voice was breaking and took me to a corner-ish place where people wouldn’t see us and continued, “no matter how much I wanted to… I just couldn’t dumbo… All the eyes were on me and even a small slip up would have been a blunder. That’s why I couldn’t treat you the way I really wanted, my sweet clueless Varun” she wiped off my tears and kissed my wet cheeks. I embraced her tight and planted a kiss on her lips, tasting them for the first time. They were so sweet and soft. We were emotional and lost, we found our way back to each other in that long kiss. The sun set and dusk dimmed the lights. We embraced even tighter, warming ourselves in the light cold breeze. We finally broke the kiss and went back to the house walking closer in the dark. The next time I saw her we’re both in sweet sixteen and longing for each other. With this, we’ve come to end of the first chapter. I’ll write the second one soon, based the response I get from the first. Let me know your feedback at [email protected]