Hello all! I hope this story finds everyone in good health and good spirits. The story I am about to tell is real, although the names have been changed for privacy concerns.
I am Atharva, a 22-year-old investment professional working in an MNC. I was born in Indore, Madhya Pradesh, and raised in Bangalore. I am 5 ft 11 in with a slim build. This story takes place during my first year of college.
There was a girl named Ananya in my class. She was 5 ft 3 in with a stunning figure: 34-24-34. Fair and pretty. Ananya’s beauty made her stand out, especially in a college where the gender ratio was skewed.
In a batch of 55, there were only 9 girls, making every attractive girl the center of attention, and Ananya was no exception. She mostly wore tight jeans and tops, accentuating her curves. Shy by nature, Ananya didn’t have many friends, and none among the boys.
In our Electrical lab, we were required to work in groups of three. Due to alphabetical ordering, Ananya, Aman, and I (Atharva) were placed in the same group. Aman rarely attended classes, leaving just Ananya and me to handle the lab work. Initially, Ananya only spoke to me about the experiments. However, I was curious about her and couldn’t help but admire her attractive figure.
During the lab classes, I would sit next to Ananya, seizing any chance to talk to her. Gradually, we became good friends. I noticed that she spoke more freely when she was comfortable with someone. We began spending time together outside of classes, eating at the canteen, and talking a lot. In our free time, we hung out more often. I often found myself staring at her breasts. Although she caught me a few times, she never commented on it.
After our midterm exams, we had to submit a group lab report on a Friday evening. We hadn’t done much work that week, so it was a lot to handle. Aman, true to form, didn’t contribute, leaving the task to Ananya and me. I called her in the evening to meet at the library so that we could complete the report.
We sat in a quiet corner where the AC was on. Initially, there were a few students around us, but eventually, they all left, leaving just the two of us.
Ananya was typing the report while I dictated the data. I occasionally glanced at my classmate’s breasts, and she noticed a few times but didn’t say anything. At one point, I placed my hand on her thigh, saying, “Stop, you must be tired.”
She looked surprised, but when I apologized, she said it was okay. We closed our laptops and decided to take a walk outside to relax.
It was dark, and the air was refreshing. During our walk, I asked if she had ever fingered herself. There was an awkward silence for a minute, but then she replied, “Yes.”
I felt relieved, thinking I had made another mistake. I said, “Oh, wow.” She laughed and asked why I thought she couldn’t finger herself. I explained that she seemed too innocent. She laughed again and mentioned how I always stared at her breasts. I was thrilled that she was opening up.
After that, we began discussing our sex life. She revealed that she sometimes watched porn and fingered herself in the hostel. One day, I jokingly asked if she wanted to have sex. She replied, “I haven’t found anyone yet.”
I teased her about not looking properly at the man she was looking for (that was me). We exchanged smiles and said nothing more. This exchange brought us closer, and we started flirting more frequently.
In the library and class, I would casually place my hand on her shoulder or thigh, and she never objected, encouraging me to take things further.
One evening, while working on an assignment in the library, I put my hand on her thigh near her vagina. She asked if I was sleepy, and when I said yes, she pulled my chair closer and asked me to rest my head on her chair’s support. I pretended to sleep, but my hand remained on her thigh. Feeling her panty line through her thin leggings, I gently squeezed her thigh. She closed her eyes, looking aroused. I pretended to sleep again, moving my hand closer to my classmate’s vagina. She became alert and asked what I was doing. I removed my hand, saying I was just sleeping.
That weekend, I asked her out to a movie, claiming it was highly rated, though it was actually a flop. I booked two corner seats in the last row to ensure privacy. When I went to pick her up, I was stunned. She wore a one-piece dress with a deep neckline, exposing her cleavage. I complimented her, and she thanked me with a smile.
We reached the theatre and took our seats. Since the movie was a flop, there were hardly 6-7 people in the theatre including us. The movie started and I put my hand on her thighs. She said nothing.
I removed the barrier and leaned on her. I put my head on her shoulder. My hands were still on her thighs. I then slid my hands beneath her one piece. I could feel her smooth skin, and it started to become hard.
After a few seconds, I brought my hand to Ananya’s panty. I could have seen that she was breathing a bit faster now. She then put her hand on my shoulder and spread her legs a bit. I touched her panty and started moving my hands around her vagina. I could feel the wetness of her vagina.
Her panty was socked with her fluid. I started moving my fingers on her vagina above the panty. She started breathing faster and I could feel that she was begging me to put my finger inside her. Then I slid my finger inside my classmate girl’s panty and started circling my finger around her vagina. She started breathing fast and I let her take support on my shoulder.
I slowly inserted my finger inside Ananya’s pussy. To stop her moaning, she bit me on my shoulder. I liked it more than anything. Then I started fingering her. She was enjoying it and somehow controlling her moaning. Then she kept her hands on my pants and found my dick erect. She rubbed it for a while and then opened my pant zip and took it out.
I started fingering her faster. Ananya left my dick and grabbed me tightly. After a while, I asked her to remove her panties as no one was on the last row and could have seen her. She removed her panty and I put it in my pocket.
I fingered and made her squirt for the first time in her life. She looked too relieved as if someone had snatched away all the misery of her life. Then I adjusted my pants as I wanted her to take some rest.
During the interval, we took popcorn. She went to the washroom, without any panty. Then she came back and the movie resumed. I asked her what did she do in the washroom. She told me that she went to clean the mess I created. We smiled and I got the idea to suck her and let her feel the heaven. I went down, she was surprised at what I was doing.
I went down and she opened her leg. She got the idea that I was going to suck her. She said, “Are you sure?”
I without answering her, put my tongue on my classmate’s naked pussy. Ananya moaned. I put my hand on her mouth to control her moaning. She started enjoying it and started taking deep breaths.
Then I removed my mouth and put the finger, started circling around her vagina. After that, I started fingering her fast. She wanted it all. She enjoyed and after 2-3 minutes of continuous fingering, she squirted on my face.
After continuous 2-3 minutes of fingering, my hand felt almost broken. I wiped out my face with the tissue paper we got with the popcorn and sat beside her. I wanted to ask her how it was but thought I will let her rest and enjoy it for a while. I was sure that she will never forget as it was the first time she felt a human touch.
I was concerned about how this would affect our friendship, knowing I liked her but never expressing it.
End of part 1.
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