The Love Of My Life – The Wonderful Love Of My Life
condom, friend, virginity

It is my third story to the site. I m very grateful for the site to publish my stories and give my readers some stuff to actually enjoy. According to feedback of readers i found they wanted to know some story of my real life. I don’t see any harm to talk about that. This story is actually real and is the true story of my life. The girl mentioned here is actually my fiancée. We love each other and this is brief incident how we met and eventually had our first sex. Readers feel free to share any sort of feedback to my Email ID [email protected] So to the story now. As you all should know i m a carefree guy who cares less about life and does all that he thinks is best. But as this is my true story I will try to be as much honest as possible. Actually I had what i wanted. My father is a rich business man in London. We have settled to London in 2000s. My higher schooling was actually accommodated there. After 12th I wanted to come back to India as i felt the need to have Indian style of education as i m an Indian by blood. To understand the story better i will tell a bit about my past, the past before i left India for London. I was 5 years when i first met her. She had just moved in to our neighborhood. And luckily enough to the house beside me. Our perfect neighbor. Gradually through time she was admitted in the same school as mine and then we became friends. Friends to good friends and then inseparable friends. It was like impossible to get as apart and she used to cry loud and loud if asked to go home after she paid us a visit. Our inseparable bond made our families close too. My mother playfully used to say, “I’ll get you both married when you grow up.” And she used to give a smile look at me and nod her head in agreement. But as it were through time by father found good profit and gradually tried to expand the business at decided to settle at London. It was the worst feeling of my life. I didnt want to go. Everything i needed was here. Right here in India. In my grasp! Then why to go and leave all the pleasures behind! And why leave my best friend whom i was to marry someday! Same was with her. She was just not ready to accept I was going away her. She would cry leaning on my shoulder and tell me that we will meet again someday and then she would tie me her hand and never let me go! Our brief but indestructible friendship clause was put to halt because of distance. We shifted. Things were not the same. I didnt like the first few days in my new home and locality. But one thing for sure. London was much more fancy and cool than where i came from. Years past by and I passed my higher educations. It was time for me to opt a collage. I had searched for my little friend in facebook with negative results. And I had almost given up hope of ever meeting here again. Things started to go. I learned about IITs in India and the quality of education they provide. I always had the instinct to love my nation. I would prefer anything that relates to my home country. As i was interested to engineering i decided i ll try for IITs. My father arranged the things for me to get my exam and luckily i cleared that and was in IIT Delhi. It was like 2 weeks i had came to Delhi to settle down for my education. Made friends with some guys and girls. To their amazement I was not that interested in having a girlfriend or sex. They called my an “uncool londonite”. That surely was funny and all. To be honest this wasn’t because of the little life marriage thingy. It was something else which i myself don’t actually. I actually wanted the fun of being in a relation but didn’t make up to it. Second day at collage. Call it luck or boon or whatever it may be. I actually stuck my eyes on a particular girl. She was good looking. Not the best probably. But good. Dark Hair bright eyes books in hand bright red lipstick everything perfected in order. My friends noticed my stare and cooed in my ears getting me back to real life from my dreams. She didnt notice me or me staring her. She sat three rows ahead to me, her dark black ponytail faced to me. Teachers came and finished their lectures. People started to move out as the class was over. I sat still staring at her. She probably was too busy packing her books to have noticed the stare. “Hello! Kya dekh raha hain!” I heard a voice in my ears. I then suddenly realized that she had come to my side while i was in my dreams! “Ummm nothing!”, I replied with my cheeks red as tomato. She smiled and said,”You look pretty familiar. Have we met before?” I explained her that i recently landed in the city and there are a few people whom i actually know. I tried pretty hard to read up her name from the name stickers in her notebook. And i guess she noticed it. “Smiriti” she spoke up. I looked into her eyes staying frozen! It was her! The same girl! The one i were to marry someday! Oh My God! I searched up her for hours in Facebook. Looking into the profile of every Smriti Pathak in Facebook! And now she stood in front of me and i have nothing to say. I didn’t even realize she was asking for my name as i was so busy with the shock therapy she just gave me. When i realized her calling for my name I looked at her. She found my name in my notebook. “So Mr Dev it was a pleasure to meet you now i have to go get my lunch” she said and turned around and went back. Just a minute! What just happened! She was supposed to marry me someday she said she would tie me to her hands and never let me go and now she just went away without even talking properly! Didnt she recognize me! Or was this some other Smriti Pathak! I stood there startled and confused. Probably too nervous to call her back. I saw her go and kicked my bench beside me for being such a chicken! I couldn’t sleep that night. I had to find out weather she was my Smriti or not. And it she is mine i will take back whats mine! “Smriti” i called out after class. She turned back with her glowing eyes fixed to mine. “I have a question to ask you” she replied! I looked at her with confused eyes. I was the one to ask her a question. “Have we met before?” she asked again. “I dont know. Maybe we have! I m not sure.” Without any words or further delay she came had jumped on me giving me the tightest hug ever. She looked at me with jolly eyes and i kept staring at her face. I pinched myself twice to clarify if i wasn’t dreaming. That was the best moment in my entire fucking existence. Days passed by and she gradually considered me more of a boyfriend rather than friend. It wasn’t long before i proposed her and her reply was “You dont have to say what you have always done”. Our relation was the best. It was the night of February 14th. The night of :valentine’s Day. We had spent the entire day with fun and stuff and she had decided to stay the night at my home. She had drunk a little vodka the first time and so was a little dizzy and funny. As soon I entered my home she locked the door and bit my lower lip. I was in a little pain when she started to kiss me passionately. Every part of my lips and hers were locked into each others being. Our hearts thumping against each other in the exciting mix of thrill and joy. She shoved my the bed and actually tore of my shirt. She removed her top and bra quickly and pressed her naked breasts to my bare chest. The warm feeling of her body was a sign of terrific pleasure in the chilly winter night. “I will love you forever” i said. She replied in more passionate kisses. It was matter of time before we completely naked and were ready to lose our virginities. It was first time for both of us. She helped me with the condom and we had sex. Those few moments were like the most despicable things in my life. We cuddled for hours together and she kept kissing my lips. That night was the best in my life. The best moments in my entire life. Smriti is still with me and she is the world to me. From my childhood she has been a sign of love and affection. She still loves me the same and the same for me. Nothing has changed since our childhood and now just that now she is grown and me too. Her love and care for me is still the same.