The Encounter: Arun and Avni
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I am Arun, a good-looking guy from IIT Delhi, where I had a friend named Avni. We shared a close friendship, bonding over deep discussions as she prepared for her UPSC exams. Avni’s fair skin, thin frame, and small boobs never particularly attracted me, but her sharp mind and genuine interest in me did. One day, while it was raining on campus, our friends decided to get wet and enjoy the weather. Avni, however, insisted on staying in the hostel room. I tried to convince her to join us, but she kept refusing, finally admitting that she was on her period and couldn’t get wet in the rain. That moment marked a turning point in our relationship, leading to more personal, intimate conversations. As exams approached, I found myself unmotivated. Avni noticed and tried to encourage me to study. One day, I jokingly asked her what I would get if I studied well. “Anything you ask,” she said, smiling. “Are you sure?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah,” she affirmed. “Okay, I’ll ask after the exams,” I said, grinning mischievously. After the exams, having done well, I decided to test her promise. “Can I kiss you?” I asked. She immediately rejected the idea, but the incident opened the door to more sexual conversations. During the summer break, we chatted about our fantasies. Avni confessed she wanted to sleep with 100 boys and visit many places around the world. One day, she boasted about being fearless. I challenged her to buy condoms from a shop and show me proof by evening. When she couldn’t do it, I told her her punishment would be getting spanked by me on her butts when she returned to college. She was so innocent that she didn’t realize what I meant at the time. She googled what spanking meant and asked, “How do you know all this stuff?” That was when we started talking about porn, and I learned she had never watched it. Upon returning to college, I joked about spanking her. She said no, of course. Then I asked for a kiss if not a spanking. She refused again. Ultimately, I convinced her to watch porn with me for the first time. That night, we met at a secluded spot on campus around 11 pm. We sat on a chair in the park, and I opened a video on my phone. It showed a black guy and a girl stripping in front of him. Avni watched the video for a few minutes, then turned to me with wide eyes. “It looks very artificial. Is that how things happen in real life?” she asked. At that moment, our eyes locked, and an intense wave of anticipation washed over me. We both leaned in, and our lips met. It was the first time for both of us. Unsure but eager, we explored each other’s lips. I sucked her tongue, tasted her sweet saliva, and bit her lips gently. The kiss quickly grew passionate. She arched her back, and I rubbed my hands on her back. She pulled me closer, and within 15-20 minutes, we transitioned from awkward to confident. My dick was already erect, throbbing with desire. We broke the kiss, sitting in silence, the air thick with unspoken desire. Soon, we started kissing again, this time with more boldness. I wanted to feel her boobs, despite their small size. As I brought my hand near her chest, she pushed it aside. Undeterred, I tried to slide my hand under her top from the bottom, near her navel, but she stopped me again. Her resistance only fueled my boldness. Suddenly, I found the courage to be more daring. Instead of reaching for her boobs, I slid my hand straight into her pants, inside her panties. For the first time, I felt the warmth of a woman. My hand reached her hairy pussy, which felt surprisingly good. Then, I pushed further down and felt her wetness. It all happened so quickly that she couldn’t stop me. She broke the kiss, arching her back, and looked into my eyes, her expression a mixture of surprise and surrender. It was as if she was saying, “You won. I lost. I am yours. Do what you want.” We resumed kissing, my fingers exploring her slick, wet pussy. Our movements synchronized- her arching, our kissing, my fingering. The rhythm of our actions built a rising wave of pleasure. I felt her body responding to my touch, her hips moving in time with my fingers. Her moans grew louder, her breaths more ragged. The sensation of her wetness, the warmth of her core, and the intensity of our kiss heightened my arousal. My own desire was almost unbearable. I continued to finger her, feeling her pussy tighten around my fingers. Her moans became desperate, her body shuddering with pleasure. I knew she was close, and I quickened my pace, my fingers moving more rapidly, more insistently. Then, she climaxed. Her body convulsed, her moans turning into a cry of ecstasy. She gripped my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my skin. I felt a rush of satisfaction knowing I had brought her to this point. We slowed down, our kisses becoming gentle, savoring the afterglow. I pulled my hand out, my fingers slick with her juices. The scent was intoxicating. I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted her. It was sweet, musky, and intensely arousing. Then, I offered my fingers to her. She hesitated but then took them into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine as she sucked them clean. We sat there, breathing heavily, the intensity of what had just happened sinking in. We talked about it briefly, sharing how incredible it felt. The night was magical, leaving us both with a mix of satisfaction and longing for more. As we walked back to our hostels, I wished she had touched my dick, felt my arousal. But I understood she was overwhelmed. This was only the beginning. Eventually, I shared my fantasy of BDSM with her, made her play with my dick, and we fulfilled our fantasies later. For now, I cherished the memory of our first intimate encounter, knowing it had only deepened our connection and desire for each other. Mail me at [email protected] if you like this or if there is any feedback.