My First Sexual Encounter With Girlffriend
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Hey, there, I am newbie writer and this is my first sex story. It is the true sex story of myself and my GF. It was when we were in the second year of engineering. We both were at my place after a long time. After completing the everlasting submissions and exam period, finally, we met. I placed the key on the refrigerator and offered her a glass of water. She accepted it mocking like a queen and handed me the half empty glass with a teasing smile. I sensed the mischief and smiled at her. We went to my room upstairs and chatted over various topics ranging from how the exams were and how badly we missed each other. Though we saw each other on exams days, those meets weren’t enough. In fact, those small meets aggravated the pain to meet for even more time and never let go each other but somehow managed to satisfy ourselves by just capturing our images in the minds. I made coffee for us, as it was her favorite beverage. Just to make things romantic I brought the coffee in just one mug, for both of us. I offered her with a devil smile, insinuating her for what is to come. She noticed and acted as if nothing has happened and the whole mug was hers. I went on to snatch it, she resisted, and threatening that coffee will be spoilt over the bed. I settled down as I would have to wash the bed sheet. But the little fight brought me closer to her, besides her. We had coffee after little mischief. We sat with our legs spread over the spacious bed and busy chit chatting. Both avoided eye contact as if that would trigger some spark between us. I sat so close to her that I could smell her fragrance. Then there was silence after nearly 30 minutes of talking. No one had a topic to talk. Strange, when we were apart, it felt like there are tons of things to share but at that moment, not a thing occurred in any of our minds. She was wearing green color top and black jeans. I took her hand in my hands and she holds mine firmly. I looked up at her face; she was staring at our hands. Her lips were glistening, tough she hadn’t applied gloss as if they were calling me to bite them. Her eyes, outlined with Kajal, still looking down. It was then when she looked up and our eyes met. In a trice, we hugged. We hugged each other tightly as if it was the end of the world. It felt like ages have passed since the last time I had embraced her. We felt the warmth of our bodies; it was pleasing as it was winter and chilly outside. My eyes were tightly shut trying to live the moment and wanting more of her. I pulled her face in front of me and tried to kiss her on lips, she turned her face away to tease. I tried again; she did the same in other direction. Again, now she buried her face in my chest and laughed on my condition. This time I tried strongly, and successfully kissed her cheeks, tough I missed the lips, but I took it as a win. After few mischievous acts, I planted a kiss on her lips. She was a bit shocked. Slow to respond but caught the speed as time passed by. I pushed my tongue; she reciprocated to me positively. There we were, kissing intimately, with tongues, and hands exploring our back. I could feel her bra stripes with my hands. My hands slipped towards her breasts, she took hold of my hand and placed them over her shoulder and continued kissing. My other hand went for the same exploration and managed to cup one breast, till she slapped my hand and turned another side, blushing. I turned her and kissed her with more intensity. The hug was also tight this time. My hands this time went through the back of her top to undo her bra, to my surprise, she was wearing a slip too. I retracted back, pushed her on the bed gently and leaned over her. The kissing went on and on. My one hand was holding hers, while another hand was over her breast, finally, this time she didn’t resist me. I grabbed the boob over her top and squeezed it, she sighed with pleasure. My other hand went down and tried to remove her top. She got up a little and let me take her top with ease. When I saw her in bra and slip, I remembered the days when we made out and she only wore a slip. She told me that as her breasts are small she doesn’t need to wear a bra. Life was easy that time as making way through just slip was easy. She took off my t-shirt too and insisted on removing the banyan. I did so, would have done anything that moment for her. I leaned over her again, kissing on her neck. She liked it. I could sense it by her movements. I kissed her on shoulders, slipped the bra and slip stripes aside; went on to kiss her chest. Further down I kissed her cleavage. Tried pulling down her slip to kiss over her breast, but only half the boob could be opened as rest was veiled by a bra. I felt a tent like structure arousing in my pants. Pleasing! I managed to move her slip upwards. Her flat belly was open to conquer. I focused my kisses on her belly. She giggled as it tickled her. I did it on purpose. It was a holiday and I didn’t take a bath, so insisted her to bathe with me. She said no like a typical Indian girl, and looked away blushingly. I knew what was in her mind. I stood up and picked her up in my arms (as in films) and took her to the bathroom. I undid her jeans button and she removed it with a bit struggle. She wore a pinkish white panty. I took her in and started the shower. As the water hit us, she hugged me again. I was kissing her continuously, she started to kiss too. I sucked the water from her shoulders, chest, squeezed her boobs. My god!! Boobs are so soft and warm, in spite of the cold water from the shower. My one hand slipped to her nubile bosom and groped it. She reacted with a sudden breath, I continued caressing her ass; trying to feel its curves. I could feel her erect nipples with the other hand. The white slip and white bra became translucent as the water seeped in. I could see the reddish brown area through the slip. After a while, wrapped in a towel and drenched with water, we came back to the room. I banged her on the bed and fell on her too. The pious kissing continued again. I was feeling rock hard down there. She said, “I can feel your part, it’s exactly over mine.” I smiled. I felt good too. Slowly I raised her up in order to remove her wet slip. I saw her bra which had a net-like structure and design of flowers on the net. I said,”Who the hell see’s this design which is your bra?” she replied, “its fashion.” I retorted, “But to whom are you going to show the ‘fashion’ on your bra?” she responded, ” My mom shops bra’s for me. Ask her. Maybe she wants me to show my bra to someone, so she buys the fashionable ones.” We laughed. My hands went to her back to undo her bra, but no hooks there. She laughed. She wore a front hooked bra. I engaged her in kisses and deftly undid her bra with one hand. I felt proud of myself! I pushed her back to bed. I cupped both her boobs firmly and squeezed them, joined them, rubbed them, kissed them. I played with them intimately, like a child. I circled her reddish brown nipples and heard her moan silently. I then took one of her nipple in my mouth and sucked it hard; it was like I didn’t have enough of it, starving to take a taste it. I did the same on the other one too. Oh boy..!! They were so good and firm..!!And tasted so sweet!! It was amazing. It was unfathomable. She had small, but really cute boobs. I loved to play with them. She loved it too. She kept on feeling my rock hard erections. Now one of my hand slipped downwards making way through her panty. She slapped my hand again. Then she asked, “You want to feel my thing?” I nodded. She held my hand and glided in her panty and placed my finger at the start of the crevice and showed the path till the end. I, then press a little and tried to find the hole, but was not able too. It was my first time. She giggled and asked if I need help. I said it would really be helpful as I didn’t want to hurt her in any way. VOILA…!!! I found it. I slide my finger up and down the outline and rubbed the clitoris. She was ecstatic but made me remove my hand. I didn’t get enough. I tried to remove her panty but failed as her weight was on it. She slides her fingers over my underwear and tried to remove it. I helped her on her course. I lay naked in front of her. She took a glance over my shaft and hugged me again. I removed her panty with her little help. I got hold of her breasts again. More intensity, more passion, more power, more moans. I had named her boobs as chotu 1 and chotu 2 because of their size. I took those nipples again and sucked the hell out of them. She felt the passion and lifted her body by her chest; it only facilitated me to get them more in my mouth. My hand now dexterously went down and started to massage her vagina. It was warm, warmer than her breasts. The lubrication helped my finger motion. I was in heaven, with my lips over her one boob, one hand over the other boob and other hand playing with her vagina. My erections were never so hard before, it stretched out to its full length. I tried to push my little finger inside her, with the first stroke; she hugged me damn tightly and moaned a little. But it was hard to apply power with my little finger. I started using my index finger. She reciprocated with my each stroke, moaned, bit my lips, kissed passionately, and dug her nails into my back. Seeing her getting satisfied made me more passionate. She then took hold of my cock with one hand. Oh my gosh…!!! It was amazing. Never knew that a touch of a girl feels so heavenly. She tried to grip it and moved her hands back and forth. I felt celestial, beyond words. Our actions resonated, with her back and forth movement of hands and my fingers entering her. Her inside was warmer. Actions grew more intense, her moans grew louder, her grip increased with my each stroke, and my depth increased too. She gave few twisting motions too to my shaft. It was a feeling I never felt before. She bit my lower lip wildly as a squeezed her boob and then sucked the other nipple hard, the intensity grew with time. Each moan urged me to do it with more magnitude and with each push inside her, her toes curled round. I felt her heart throbbing like a drum as we were reaching the peak. With our hugs, kisses, and grip over various parts tightened, she had her climax, I felt moistness in her vagina, and seconds later I knew I am going to reach mine. The fact that she was pleased ameliorated my pleasure. Now, she had both her hands over my cock, one twisted and other oscillated perennially. Her strokes still went on though she was exhausted and there I go, I reached the climax. I placed my hand on her and tightened the grip on my penis. It was rapturous feeling as the muscles contracted and expanded. Since I masturbated, none of my erections were so hard and none of the ejaculations so pleasing. I lied on top of her as a dead weight, gasping for breath. She, with her eyes closed, exhaling, said, “I love you” and tried to hug me with the little energy left. I said “I love you too” and squeezed her boobs last time as the climax ended. I just slide past her and lied there all naked with goose bumps over my body. It was after a long time I felt the chilliness in the air. She hugged me from the side and I hugged her with my one hand in fervor. Both of us were tired because of the passionate “lovemaking”. We both took a nap, trying to gather energy and rejuvenate. I looked at her innocent face and kissed her on her forehead; she simply smiled and slept indolently in my arms for the next hour or two. I couldn’t help but appreciate her body and beauty. Thanks for reading my sex story.