He was my first boyfriend, a guy from school who managed to woo me during Junior College (Class 11th). We were teenagers when we started dating, and it was quite normal to be curious. So our late night phone conversations tended to get quite naughty. But we had to wait until after Junior College for it to happen for the first time.
His parents had gone away for a week, and so we had finally made our plans. He somehow got the condoms procured, I had a good session at the beauty parlour the day before.
I arrived at his place in the afternoon, wearing a spaghetti purple crop top, denim jeans and jacket and he was kind of already excited when I rang his doorbell (could make out from what I saw in his shorts).
We went to his bedroom making sure we had locked both, the main door and his bedroom door. He made me sit beside him on the bed and locked his lips onto mine. After a good, long, passionate kiss, he took my jacket off and began kissing and licking my sensitive neck and ears from behind. That was the point where I knew I wasn't going to be able to resist that day.
He then helped me out of my jacket and after making me lie down, began to kiss my hands and teased the bare skin of my belly with a finger for sometime before getting me out of my spaghetti top. I remembered the look on his face when he first saw my breasts- like the way a kid looks on for a candy. After some passionate lovemaking to my breasts, he slid my jeans and panties down and proceeded to tease my clit with his tongue, making sure I had a couple of orgasms already before he decided to penetrate me. When he first went in, I felt a sharp stab of pain, which slowly subsided even as he could no longer resist thrusting hard till he finally collapsed.
After laying beside each other for sometime, he carried me in his arms to the shower and helped me wash. And we had some light dinner, and then cuddled into each other in bed as we went into a dreamy sleep.
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