I am Reya, a young girl from Kerala, and I had my first sexual encounter at the tender age of 19. It was a day like any other when I decided to visit my cousin’s place for a movie night. I wore a knee-length skirt and a peasant top, feeling both comfortable and a little bit daring. Little did I know what was in store for me.
As we settled into the computer chair setup in his room, I could feel the tension building. My cousin’s hand was resting so close to my thigh, and every time I shifted, our fingers grazed each other, sending sparks through my body.
We started the movie, but my mind was racing with anticipation. Each time I moved my chair, his fingers would trace a little closer to the edge of my skirt, until finally, they brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The dance of our hands grew more intimate, and I found myself craving more.
The room grew hotter, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs. I leaned in closer, my heart pounding in my chest, as his fingers danced along the fabric of my skirt. With every shift, they ventured further up my thigh, until they were mere inches from the promised land. The excitement was unbearable, and I could see the bulge growing in my mallu cousin’s shorts, mirroring the ache in my own panties. My chest was heaving, and I could feel my small, pert breasts pressing against the confines of my top, the hardened nipples begging for attention.
Suddenly, I decided to give in to the desire. I leaned over and let my hand graze his thigh, feeling the heat of his skin through the fabric. His eyes darted to my chest, and I took the opportunity to slowly untie the knot of my top, revealing the crevice of my cleavage. His gaze was glued to the sight, and his breath hitched as his fingers finally slid under my skirt, touching the damp fabric of my panties. I gasped, and he took that as a sign to explore further. His touch grew bolder, and soon his fingertips found their way to my clit, stroking it gently at first, then more insistently.
The pleasure was too much to handle, and I couldn’t hold back my moans. He knew he had me, and with one swift move, he had me straddling his lap, my skirt hiked up and my panties pushed aside. His finger found its way into my tight, virgin pussy, and the sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt. I was lost in the moment, my body moving on its own as he touched me in ways that I had only dreamed of.
As I sat there, my top open, my breasts exposed to his hungry gaze, he began to play with my nipples. They were small but sensitive, and his touch sent waves of pleasure through me. His other hand was busy working my clit, and I could feel my orgasm building. With each stroke, I grew wetter, and his finger slipped in and out of me with ease.
He stopped abruptly, and before I could protest, he had his fingers in my mouth, making me taste my own juices. Then, with a wicked smile, he removed my panties and had me lie on the bed, my body exposed to his eager eyes. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, as his hand moved to my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples until I was squirming beneath him.
He trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. My breasts were fully exposed now, and he took his time worshiping them with his mouth, his tongue flicking and teasing my erect nipples. His hands roamed down my body, over my belly, and to my thighs, spreading them wide open. He took in the sight of my nakedness, his eyes lingering on my wet pussy.
With a gentle touch, he began to lick and kiss my inner thighs, working his way closer and closer to the center of my desire. I was on the edge, my body begging for release. And then, finally, my cousin’s tongue met my clit, and I thought I would die from the pleasure. He sucked and nibbled, exploring my folds with his mouth as I moaned and bucked my hips, my first orgasm with another person’s touch crashing over me like a wave.
My breath was ragged, and my body was trembling as he stood up and removed his shorts, revealing his hard, erect penis. It was the first time I had seen one up close, and I was both terrified and fascinated. He was about to take my virginity, and I could feel my pussy clenching in anticipation.
He climbed onto the bed, his body pressing against mine, and with one swift motion, he entered me. The pain was sharp, but it quickly gave way to an overwhelming sense of fullness and pleasure. He kissed me, his hands on my waist, as he began to move, filling me up with every stroke.
Our bodies moved in a rhythm as old as time, his cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy as we both chased the ultimate pleasure. His breath was hot on my neck, and his teeth grazed my earlobe as he whispered dirty things into my ear, making me wetter with every word.
I had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. My cousin’s touch was both gentle and possessive, and I knew I would never forget the feeling of his hands on my body, his mouth on my skin, his cock inside me.
As we reached the climax, I could feel his dick swell even more, and with one final thrust, he came deep within me, filling me with his seed. We lay there, panting and spent, until the sun began to set, basking in the glow of our newfound connection.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of passionate kisses and caresses, our bodies tangled together as we explored each other’s most intimate secrets. And as we drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would forever change me.