Forbidden Sex With Teenage Crush
condom, crush, editor's picks

When I heard people talking about her, I thought she’s just another girl from India that our desperate college boys were after. During every intake, all 4 batches of MBA boys would go after the new girls. I saw her in the orientation dinner – a shy girl with center-parted hair tied in a bun. Wearing a white shirt and grey trousers. The only thing I noticed about her was that she was the tallest girl in the fresh batch. Her girl-next-door personality was so attractive that I had an instant crush on her. I decided to talk to her later but never got a chance that day. My old roommate Santosh was a rich kid. He moved out of the residence after we got placed, while I stayed on to save money. 6 months after graduation, we met again for convocation. After the award ceremony, our juniors had arranged a party for us. That’s when I saw the tall girl again. Santosh introduced me to her. “Vineet, this is Nishi,” he said, showing me a gorgeous girl in a black dress. I was stunned at the transformation. The tall girl had maintained her simple attitude. Still, now her silky dark hair was open, falling straight over her shoulders to her midriff in a long haircut. She was not artificial like a ramp model but naturally good looking. Her waist was no more than 26, and her ass was about 34, with the same bust size. She stood at almost 5’8, but her flat-soled shoes balanced her look. The knee-length dress showed off her long legs that were shaved smooth and shining. She was almost fair with a slight tan that you get in the Indian sun. A barely visible cute ring was on her right nostril. She had a beauty spot tattooed on the left side of her upper lip. Taking her hand, I felt an instant connection with her, like we are made for each other. She tried to say something, but I couldn’t hear her and signaled for shots. We had shots in the bar and started dancing as the DJ played some Bollywood tracks. How the hell did Santu become friends with this babe, I thought. But I reasoned that if anyone had a chance, it would be Santu because he was the college playboy. When we were roommates, he had taken pity on me and called an Asian hooker, to help me lose my virginity. I walked up to Nishi, feeling very confident in my 3-piece navy suit. I’m tall, fair, and smart looking. I joined her group, admiring her sexy moves, and she teased me with her grinding. When she turned, her silky hair swung and brushed my body. We picked up two beers and entered the student lounge to chill. Just then, Santosh came back to interrupt my real-life fantasy. Calling Nishi, he said, “Baby, I’ll see you at home, going to catch my red-eye at Trudeau.” So I guessed they were already in a live-in relationship and Santosh being a player, had probably taken her cherry already. I was right about the second guess. Saddened, I was planning to leave when Nishi asked for another drink. We got more beers, and I started flirting with her. There was nothing to lose, now that she was already taken. As we keep talking, I felt a real connection with her and asked her, “I feel like we’ve met before.” She paused, trying to say something. Then dismissed me with, “Nice try.” So I kept jogging my memory. From our conversation, both of us were town-side kids from Bombay with very similar backgrounds. Both had used the same agency to come to Montreal for studies. “You know the senior girls talk about you, I was waiting to see who’s the cute guy,” she said, showing off her neatly lined teeth. O ya, those bitches had no other job, I thought, as I tried not to look at her fish-shaped eyes and sharp nose. When she saw me staring, I mumbled quick thanks for her compliment. I asked her when did she get engaged to Santu. “We met the same month I joined. He used to come to the computer lab every day during lunch and after work. One day he offered me his place to share.” she trailed off, drinking her beer. “So, is it official?” I asked. She smiled and moved closer, saying, “Looks like somebody is interested. No, there’s nothing between us.” I said, “Ok, chill, then let’s go for a smoke.” We walked out to the corridor to smoke, and she said, “Santu actually proposed yaar, I haven’t accepted. I’m not sure that he can be with one girl.” I knew it would come to this. Santosh was never satisfied after sex, even if it was the most beautiful girl. He always wanted change. One day a white girl, the next day, an Asian girl. Anyone was ok but not the same one. I wondered how Nishi survived so long with him. She came close and pulled my red satin tie, playing with it. She started saying something, but I cut her off. “Aren’t you guys close?” I asked. “You mean physically, ya, we humped one night. But we live in separate rooms. I’m not his girlfriend if that’s what you’re thinking,” she said, looking in my eyes. I was heartbroken. Santu had used her, and she was my first crush. It wasn’t the first time. All his past girls were scared to get in a relationship with him. “Last train northbound is at midnight,” she said, walking out of the corridor to the street. I followed her to the subway station, and we got the last one. It was jam-packed on Friday night. There was one seat in the middle near a pole. I asked her to go ahead, she told me to take a seat. Her boldness was turning me on. As I sat down, she held the pole and slowly lowered herself on my right leg. Someone whistled. I put my arm around to hold her in place. She had one leg between my feet for balance. My dick was rising. I could feel her silky hair and tried to catch it in my hand. Sensing it, she pulled all her hair to her left side in front of my face. “Here, check it out,” she said, smiling. I smelt her hair, feeling it’s softness in my face. Now my dick was fully erect, and I had adjusted it. It was touching her left thigh. She felt my dick touch her, looked in my eyes, and raised her chin as if asking a question. Then I moved her soft ass to cover my dick. I held her a bit tighter. “Which way are you going?” she asked, as the train slowed for a station. It was an interchange station. “West,” I said, giving a quick kiss on her cheek and getting up. I was getting ready to catch the westbound train, which was on the platform one level down. “Who’s in your room?” she asked. “Please stand back, doors opening to your right,” came the loud announcement. The train stopped, my heart was racing, no time to answer her. I was going to say goodbye as soon as the doors opened. “Vinnu, call me,” she said, leaving my hand. It felt like magic words. My school name was Vinnu. Then it struck me like lightning; She was my first crush, my tuition teacher’s daughter. That’s it! But I didn’t tell her. I couldn’t walk away. I thought, quickly turning, I held her wrist like holding a small kid’s hand and said, “Nishi come with me,” and took her along. We ran down the stairs, pushing through the rush of partygoers into the train as the doors were closing. We were in. This train had some seats. “Why did you bring me, stupid? Now?” she inquired, holding the pole for support. I sat down, pulling her swiftly into my lap. She tried to fight me off, trying to sit in an empty seat, giggling. Her smile said she was enjoying it every bit, but her words said, “Leave me, Vinnu, you’re hurting me.” I left both her hands and asked, “Do you remember me? I used to take private tuition from your mom.” “Ya silly, I’m trying to tell you since we met,” she said without moving from my lap. She was on my left leg this time. She put her right hand behind my head, bending to kiss me. I held her with one arm and put my free hand under her hair, holding her cheek and kissed her back. Her long straight hair covered us like a curtain. If there is heaven, it probably feels like this, I thought to myself, sucking at her lips. My dick was hard as a rock, and she felt it with her hand before getting up. The station came; it was close to the campus residences. We had to walk from there. Outside it was -5 degrees, but I didn’t feel cold. I was too happy to think about the icy wind. Nishi was shivering. I took off my suit jacket and draped it on her. My waistcoat had 2 layers under it. It was snowing as we walked the 2 blocks to senior residences. The street was well lit with neon lights. There were about 2 feet of cleared snow, piled up on the pavement. My suite was on the ground level with a bedroom plus a living room. We dusted the snow outside, entered, took off our shoes, and dropped into the sofa. Nishi got up and turned on the heating. I stood up behind her and brushed off the powdery snowflakes from her hair. Still, the ends of her hair were damp due to some snowflakes melting. I tucked her hair behind her ear with my fingers, and held the back of her head, admiring her beautiful face for the first time. “How can anyone use you like that? Why did you hook up with Santu of all the guys?” I asked, kissing her velvety eyebrow. “I was desperate for accommodation yaar, Santu looked like a hero,” She confessed, holding my tie. “Seriously, babe, what’s your status with him?” I asked, walking to my room to change. “So on New Year eve we both got drunk and had a quickie, then I blacked out. After that, once he was jerking off, and he gave me cum shots. I stopped talking to him because I felt used. I think he never loved me.” “That’s him, that’s his style, to get drunk and sleep with girls. Never seen him go back to the same girl again,” I said, feeling guilty to talk about my notorious friend. Washing my face with hot water, I continued, “He probably tried to have a real affair with you, but old habits die hard.” I come back in my boxers and thermal vest, bringing her a T-shirt. Outside the French windows, it was snowing heavily with gushing sounds. The chilly room was getting warmer with the oil heater on max. She moved to the kitchen to look for food. She took out two bowl noodles and filled them with boiling water from the electric kettle. She came to me and put her slender hand inside my vest to feel my flat abs. I shivered at her cold touch. Outside, the wind started whistling loudly, the snow was falling harder. She hugged me. I wrapped her in my arms, with my cheek on the side of her head. Her thick hair felt like a soft pillow. I stirred the noodles as she dropped her dress on a dining chair and wore my T-shirt. It covered her till a few inches below her butt cheeks. Stealing a quick glimpse from the corner of my eye, I’d seen her pink lingerie and spotless skin. What a pretty girl, I thought to myself. I lit the gas fireplace, and we sat down on the carpet wrapped in a blanket. I was busy searching for videos on prime. I had a habit of searching for a long time before eating. Without me realizing, the spoon was in my mouth, she was feeding me. My broken heart was healing fast and growing fond of her rapidly. She was supposed to be my girl. Why is life so unfair, I thought. Looking at her neck. I couldn’t resist a kiss and tried to mover her hair away. Her long earring got tangled. She took the earring out with one hand and put it on the coffee table. I moved her hair back and kissed her under the earlobe. She was a keeper! We finished eating and watched the weather update. It was – 17 now, the storm was kicking up snow outside the windows. There was a cold wave warning, no one to go out till Sunday. We were locked in. “Fuck! Where’s he gone?” I asked, looking at Nishi. “Santosh, to Calgary, coming back Sunday evening,” she said. I noticed that ‘Santu’ had become ‘Santosh,’ she was throwing hints already. Relaxed, I got up and made some hot chocolate. The outside temperature was steadily dropping, my flat was getting colder, and the thermostat was maxed out, now it was -26 at 1 am. Giving her the mug, I brought another blanket with 2 pillows and moved aside the coffee table to snuggle back inside. The floor was hardwood, with two rugs on top. We rested against the sofa, watching a chick flick Nishi had selected. “Vinnu, you such a boyfriend material,” she said, holding the mug to my lips. I’d made only one mug. It wasn’t a romantic gesture. Cocoa gave me heartburn at night. I took a sip and let her warm feelings grow. I was feeling horny an hour ago, but now I felt sleepy. I slid down into the big feather filled pillow, put my arm around her stomach, and closed my eyes. After a minute, the tv was off, her silky head was on my shoulder, and her hand was again inside my vest. It felt just right. I woke up at half-past eight. I went straight to the washroom, brushed, came back, drank a bottle of water, and got back in with Nishi. Outside, it was dark and cloudy. I turned on the tv for weather news. Nishi got up. We kissed. She went to the washroom and shouted, “Is there a new toothbrush?” “Look behind the mirror, “I said, adjusting my cock. I was used to jerking off every morning. She came back and made us a coffee. She found an apple fritter in the fridge and got it. We settled back in our cozy spot. It was almost -27 outside. The storm was howling angrily. The double-pane windows were frosted from inside. Ambient air was a touch chilly, even with full heating and the fireplace on. I looked at Nishi. She had forgotten to take out the earring in her right ear. I unhooked it gently from her delicate ear and put it next to the other one on the coffee table. Then I held her hair with both hands and stroked it. Combing with my fingers and making a loose braid that came undone with its own weight. She closed her eyes, enjoying my attention. I gently guided her hand to my boxers. She took my semi-hard cock in her hands. Feeling the foreskin that’s softer than her hands. She started rubbing me gently. Then taking her hair, she wrapped it around the foreskin loosely, going up and down. I was at a loss of words. My life’s first hair job felt amazing. Then a warm sensation overtook my senses. Her lips were on my cock head, and her tongue was licking it. I extended my hand to my wallet on the coffee table and took out a condom. She took off her T-shirt and let me unhook her bra. A perfect pair of round boobs bounced out. I started sucking her adorable nipples as she removed her panty. Her pussy was clean shaved, just the way I preferred. I put my middle finger and started rubbing her pussy lips. Feeling slight wetness, I inserted my middle finger inside. She moaned as my finger came out dripping wet. I put the condom on my dick and mounted her tight entrance. With a firm push, my dick was inside her. We fucked in a missionary position for ten minutes. I was kissing her face and neck at the same time, rubbing her cunt hood with my finger. She kept moaning uncontrollably and had more than one orgasm. By then, I’d ejaculated in the condom. “Can we do it from behind?” I asked. “If it doesn’t hurt, I’m still a virgin back there,” she said. Cupping her boobs from behind, I was kissing her head, when she said, “Vinnu, the time when you came home for tuitions, I had a crush on you.” Next second I replied, “You were my first crush, Nishi, I love you.” She turned back and said, “I love you too, Vineet.” We showered together. She asked shyly if I can go down on her. I started eating her pink pussy, my first time ever, my tongue sent her into orgasmic heaven. I rubbed her long legs, feeling the stubble growing out. She read my mind and applied shaving foam on her legs, rested her feet on my knee, and shaved her legs smooth. I turned her around and put some lotion in her ass hole. Then inserted a small shampoo cap to relax her. Taking my hard cock, I went all the way inside her. She gasped with pain and pleasure. “It took less than 1 minute for me to come, and I pulled out.” We finished our erotic bath and dried each other. She got up and wore another t-shirt from my closet. As she put a frozen pizza in the oven, I watched her from behind, felt an attraction like never before. I hugged her from behind, kissing her from back to front and stomach to ears. We started making love again, even after my balls were empty of seamen, till my dick started burning with friction. I was out of condoms, but she had an ipill. We went to Santu’s apartment on Sunday morning and moved all her stuff back to my place. Later that night, she got a text from Santosh, “Sorry it didn’t work out between us. Have a good one.” She turned off her phone. That Sunday night, while making love, she spread her long legs around me, sat on her knees. She started riding me like a cowgirl. Her hair started whipping back and forth on my chest and her tight pussy milking my cock. A curtain of hair blocked the light as she bent down and kissed me between her sexy sounds. I got up and made her bend on all fours, inserting my cock back in her pussy. I pulled her hair in one hand and started humping her in the doggy style. Without asking her, I slapped her ass cheeks one by one. Her bum was red like a ripe tomato, and she shivered with an orgasm. I couldn’t resist the pleasure, and my floodgates were opening. I pulled out, and she turned to face me. I gave her my cock as it started shooting cum. She took it directly into her mouth, sucking me dry. She turned on her side, and I stuck behind, spooning her. Holding her boobs with one hand, with her silky hair on my chest and my lips kissing her neck. After the forbidden sex was completed, I took my phone and texted my boss, “Requesting 3 vacation days, my girlfriend has joined me in Montreal. Thanks in Advance.”