Embarking on Intimacy: My True Journey – Part 9
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> I have a unique and unexpected experience to share, one that I felt was so different that I couldn’t help but share it with you. > But who could resist temptation when it presents itself so deliciously? Not I, indeed. To start the next chapter, I have to mention an incident that happened in college before I broke my virginity. One day, my college senior, Meera, invited me to her house. She was a day scholar, and I was a hostess. To say something about Meera, I must mention our first meet-up; she and all her friends gathered us in the empty class, and I was called for casual ragging. After some basic intro, Meera asked me, “What’s your favourite fruit?” “Banana,” I replied. The seniors burst into laughter. I understand what they meant, but I act like I don’t. “Oh really?” Meera continued, smirking. “And what kind of bananas do you like?” I replied, “I like all bananas, but they must be thick, long, juicy and tasty.” The seniors laughed even harder. Meera leaned in, clearly enjoying this. “How do you eat a banana?” I smiled sweetly. “First, I peel off the outer layer. Then, I put it in my mouth and tasted it. Then, I bite gently.” “How many bananas do you eat?” she asked, suppressing her laughter. “One every day,” I replied. “They’re just good for health,” I told them. The seniors laughed even louder, some wiping away tears. Meera’s said. “Let’s be friends. I have to taste the same banana.” Another senior, with a wicked grin, chimed in, “Have you eaten more than one at a time?” I replied, “If I’m hungry, I have more than four at a time.” The laughter turned into a roar, and some seniors doubled over. This conversation continued, but later in the day, I went to Meera and said, “I haven’t tasted the banana you mentioned. But I must like it first if I want to taste it.” Though Meera is my super senior, I was just a lesser age than her because of a break in my studies. After this, we became close friends. A few weeks later, she told me she had a film I would like, so she invited me to her home. She told her parents I had come to clarify some doubts about the subject. But the main thing was to see a film that couldn’t be watched with them. After finishing breakfast, she took me to her study room, which is situated in her bedroom. We settled in the corner of the bed and started to watch that film. In the middle of the film, it had lesbian intimacy. I felt her hand resting on my chest. The touch was gentle, almost hesitant. I could feel the warmth of her hand seeping through the fabric. She whispered my name. There was a softness in her tone. Then, she captured my lips with hers. I felt uncertain, not knowing how to respond, but when she pulled back to look at me. She paused, her breath warm against my cheek. “Do you like it?” she whispered, her voice husky. I had never kissed a guy until then; I found something good in her kiss. I don’t know why. I nodded, my heart pounding. “I think I do.” “Good,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’ve never…” I began, but she silenced me with her hands cradling my face. “Neither I. Just follow my lead. Relax,” she said. I took a deep breath, and she leaned in again. She deepened the kiss, her tongue gently exploring my mouth. I tried to mimic her movements this time. Her hands travel down my back, pulling me closer. A soft moan escaped me, surprising us both. She smiled against my lips, pulling back just enough to speak. “See? You’re a natural.” When we finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, she looked into my eyes, smiling softly. “How do you feel?” “Different,” I admitted, a shy smile on my lips. “But good.” She nodded, her thumb tracing my jawline. “There’s so much more to explore. Are you ready?” I took her hand, squeezing it gently. “Yes, I’m ready.” She gently placed her hands on my shoulders, and slowly, her fingers traced a path down to my waist. With a soft yet deliberate motion, she removed my top. Her gaze lingered over me with intensity, as if trying to memorize every curve and contour of my body. “You are god-gifted, so sexy,” she whispered, as her hand gently cupped my breast over my bra. I could feel the waves through my body; she asked, “Want to see mine?” Without waiting for my response, she removed her top, revealing her body in a lacy bra. She then pushed me back gently until I was lying on the bed. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the exposed skin of my chest, just above the bra. Each kiss was a soft, deliberate caress that left me trembling with desire. Slowly, she moved down, kissing my stomach, her fingers deftly pulling my pants away. She started kissing my foot, then moved up to my ankle, her lips warm and soft against my skin. Her kisses were slow and deliberate. As she reached my calf, she trailed a series of kisses along the curve of my leg, her tongue occasionally flicking out to taste my skin. She paused to kiss the back of my knee. Her lips travelled higher, pressing soft kisses along my inner thigh, inching closer to my most sensitive areas. When she finally reached there, her breath was hot against my skin. Her eyes met mine. “Wait for a moment,” she said softly. She stood up, took a remote, and turned on the music, the loud rhythm filling the room. She locked eyes with me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips on the floor. Her fingers deftly unhook her bra and let it fall away, revealing her bare breasts. I just turned to my side to see her moves. I was quite jealous of seeing her bosom. Her hands then slid down her sides, teasingly slow, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her pants. With a fluid, sensual movement, she shimmied out of her pants, letting them drop to the floor, leaving her in just her panties. Her eyes never left mine as she slowly pulled them down her hips, past her thighs, and finally stepped out of them. Standing before me in all her natural beauty, I took in the sight of her, completely exposed and utterly captivating. “Come on,” she encouraged gently. I sat on the bed, my legs stretched out before me. She reached for me, pulling my legs towards the edge of the bed. As I fished with the clasp of my bra, her hands, with a swift motion, slipped my panties down my legs. In the hostel, our roommate had always been playfully naked around us. This moment was entirely different. She whispered. “You are breathtaking.” “Every curve, every line, of you, it’s all so perfect,” I replied, examining her body. “What do I do?” she mulled, a hint of frustration in her voice. “I haven’t found any guy of my choice.” “Neither have I,” I said softly. A tender smile graced her lips as she suggested, “Let’s enjoy each other’s company until we find a guy of our choice.” “Lie down,” she whispered. I did as she asked, lying back on the bed on her side, facing me, my heart racing. What was to come next? She was beside me on the bed. Her fingers traced the path down to my vulva. The sensation of another girl’s touch was intoxicating, and I felt myself melting into the experience. Her touch grew more insistent, her fingers working magic on it. “Ah,” I moaned, my voice trembling with excitement. “That feels amazing.” “Let me show you my way,” she whispered, her voice a soft melody in the loud music room. Her fingers found a rhythm, moving in slow, deliberate circles that made my head spin. The intimacy of the moment, I felt my body responding eagerly, my back arching and my hips pressing against her hand. Her fingers moved with a delicate precision. She slid her fingers along my folds. The softness of her fingers contrasted with the intensity of my arousal. Every time, she brushed against my clitoris, making my breath hitch and my hips instinctively move closer to her hand. “Do you like that?” She whispered, her breath warm against my ear. Her voice was a seductive murmur. “Yes,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. “I love it. Please, don’t stop.” Her fingers moved faster, the pressure increasing just enough to drive me wild. My body felt like it was on fire. I cried out, my body arching against her hand. “More,” I pleaded, my voice desperate with need. “Please, more.” Her fingers moved deeper, faster, hitting spots that made my vision blur with pleasure. My moans grew louder, my body trembling with the force of the pleasure coursing through me. I could feel myself losing control. “Oh,” I cried out, my voice breaking with the intensity of my approaching orgasm. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” The pleasure was indescribable. I felt the coil within me snap, my body shaking with the force. I screamed her name, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, guiding me down from the height of my climax. As the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided, I collapsed against her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My body felt consumed yet blissfully content. Every muscle relaxed and pricked with the leftovers of pleasure. She smiled and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. I let my hand trail down her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. Taking a deep breath, I slowly slipped my fingers, seeking the soft, intimate folds of her vulva. It was my first time exploring another girl, and my movements were cautious. I felt the heat of her arousal against my fingertips. As my fingers gently parted her folds and began to explore, her lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly towards me. The sound sent a thrill through my veins. “Ah,” she moaned softly, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Like that.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her face. The way her brows furrowed in pleasure, the way her mouth formed silent words. I continued my slow, deliberate movements. Her voice is trembling with need. “Go faster. Please.” Her words were both a request and a plea, urging me to quicken my pace. I adjusted my movements, my fingers moving more confidently now, finding a rhythm that matched the growing urgency in her moans. “Yes, yes, right there!” Her moans were becoming more urgent, more insistent. “Faster, faster,” she pleaded, her voice breathless. “Oh, God,” she cried out, her voice breaking with ecstasy. “Yes, like that,” she murmured, her breath hitching as I increased the speed and pressure. “Don’t stop.” I moved my fingers faster, feeling her body respond to my touch, her hips moving in time with my rhythm. The wetness of her arousal coated my fingers, making each movement smoother and more fluid. I could feel the tension building within her, like a coil tightening. I focused all my attention on her, my fingers working faster and harder, driving her towards the edge. Her moans turned into cries, her body arching against mine. “Oh!” she cried out. Her body shuddered, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. “I’m so close,” she said. As she came down from the peak of her pleasure, her breath came in ragged gasps. I slowed my movements, my fingers gently caressing her as she caught her breath. Her body still trembled slightly. “That was amazing,” she whispered. “Wow, that was… amazing.” I never thought my first experience would be with a girl. First, we thought, are we lesbians? But It went wrong when I met a perfect guy whom I met. Later, I used to be with her, as she had not yet made any of her choices.  It was easy for me to meet her and have sex in her room. As we are girls, no one doubts us in her house. I liked her more than a friend and invited her to my house function. She attended my house function, and when we returned to our college, I thought of getting intimate with her before returning to the hostel. After our love, I asked her. “I feel something different in you.” She said nothing at first, but later, what she said shocked me. “I met the guy of my choice,” she said. My curiosity tingled in my veins. “Where?” I asked, trying to contain my excitement. “I’ve been with him,” She said softly. My breath caught in my throat, disbelief washing over me. Now I was on her top and asked, “Where? How?” “At your home, when you all went for the temple,” she revealed. “You said you can’t come to the temple,” I asked. “Yes,” she interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I doubted that day itself. Leave it. How? Who?” I muttered. She said, “You introduced a guy, your old neighbour’s friend.” I furrowed my brows, trying to process the information. “He’s five years older than us,” She nodded. “Yes, I liked him,” her gaze searching mine for understanding. We found it hard to get the guy of our choice in our college; we mainly considered them more secret, but we did not find such. We can’t take such a risk. We both had our Mates out of college. I was lucky compared to her, as I had gotten before her. I thought I should not introduce him to her and said I had an idea to be intimate with him. When I introduced him, we were talking. In the middle of our conversation, she mentioned she had a headache. I offered her medicine, but she said she needed the medicine she takes regularly. She asked him if he could get her medicine from a medical shop, and he agreed. He said he had difficulty remembering medicine names and asked if she could accompany him. She went with him. I asked her, “How do you know he will?” She said, “I gently touched his leg with my foot. He responded in the same way, accepting intimacy with a nod.” I told her, “I could not approach him, but you simply did it. You both have gone to get condoms. I am such a dumb.” She nodded, and when I asked her how it was with him, she sighed deeply, her eyes lighting up. “I never imagined it could be like this,” she said, her voice full of awe. “His touch sets my skin on fire. His lips and fingers work magic, making me tremble. When his cock is inside me, I can feel his power, and each thrust sends shivers through me, leaving me gasping and wanting more. It’s raw, intense, and…” She continued, “You were right. There’s something magical about a guy’s cock. The way it moves inside me, I can feel every bit of it. It’s like nothing else.” She spoke softly, but her words painted such clear pictures. Her hands moved gently as she spoke, showing how things happened. I started to feel something strange inside me. Without even realizing it, my own hands started moving, too, tracing patterns on my body as she talked. Her eyes sparkled excitedly, and she said she wanted to ride him on his top with his head tied to the cot and make him yell. I said, “Next month is his birthday. Surprise him then.” She paused, her expression naughty, “Can we both surprise him?” “Before that, I need to know if he’s really interested in me,” I told her. Curious, she asked, “How will you find out?” With a mischievous smile, I said. “Let me go to my hometown next weekend. I have a plan.” She asked, “What is it?” I grinned mysteriously and said, “It’s a secret.” Now, I have planned my second encounter with him, but I am still resolving his reaction. He used to be a neighbour during my school days, but he shifted after his college graduation. He is a good guy, but what if he ignores my request? To be continued. Feedback at [email protected].