In my previous story, I had written about having my first sex in the rain with my FWB. I also mentioned that I would tell you guys the story of how we met! So, this is the story of how I met my FWB.
It was the year 2016, and I was new to Mumbai. I knew no one here, and I had no idea what to expect or what to do. All I knew was that I was fresh out of college and had just joined my first job.
As a Tamilian, I had no Hindi knowledge, and I was homesick too. I missed my native place, my language and my food. I was regretting my decision as I felt lonely. The only friends I had made were my 2 roommates.
My dating scene was good. I was getting what I wanted, and the reason I came to Mumbai was being fulfilled. I had a lot of sex. My friends were enjoying their lives too! I was always jealous of my college friends, who had sex whenever they wanted to.
So, sex was my prime objective to move out of Chennai. I had too many relatives there, and I was afraid of getting caught. I took the first job opportunity that required me to come to Mumbai because of the ‘Ok Kanmani’ movie.
I know it sounds cliche, but at that time, I thought everything was very normal in Mumbai. And it kind of was! But in between all this, I was still missing my city as I had nothing to connect to in Mumbai.
One such day, I was cleaning my home, and I heard a familiar Tamil song. And I could hear it clearly from my balcony as it was playing next door. In the last 4-5 months of staying in Mumbai, I was never that happy to listen to a song!
I ran to the balcony, hoping to meet new people from my native. But I saw a guy standing on the balcony smoking. The second I stepped out onto the balcony, he saw me.
I blushed, smiled, and ran back inside. After a while, I came out, and he was still there. He smiled at me, and I responded and looked away.
Him: Tamil ah? (Are you a Tamilian?)
I turned towards him so quickly I thought I was going to hurt my neck.
Me: Aama! Neenga? (Yes, and you?)
For the sake of all the readers, I will continue the conversation in English.
He giggled and replied.
Him: Why else would I ask such a question?
I laughed, and we spoke a bit. I called him to my place the next day for dinner. Slowly, after a while, we became good friends who could talk about anything and everything!
One day, we were sitting in my home. We were discussing something, and the topic came to sex. He asked me if I had had sex, to which I smiled sheepishly. I then confessed to him why I came to Mumbai in the first place. He laughed at that, and I felt shy.
I asked him the same question. He said he has had sex with a couple of girls, and it has been long since he had sex. For some reason, when he said it, I felt my perspective of him changed in a second. For some reason, he looked hot suddenly. I felt I was a different person in his eyes, too.
He stood up and left. I felt guilty. I don’t know what happened, but something changed that day. I couldn’t look him in his eyes, and the same applied to him, too. We didn’t talk normally for a couple of days. He then texted me on a Friday, asking me to come to his place for dinner.
I dressed up a bit. I wore a floral skirt with a black tee. He was in his tracks and t-shirt. He had cooked for me, and it was really, really good. The conversation was slow, and to lighten up, I complimented his cooking. He seemed to acknowledge it by smiling. I fell silent again. He suddenly asked it.
Him: Do you like me?
Me: Why do you ask?
Him: Simply answer my question. It is a yes or no question.
Me: Yes, But…
Before I could say anything, he tightly hugged me. I understood how my perception of him changed a few days ago! It was lust! I hugged him back, and my face was buried in his neck. He lifted my face and kissed me, bit my lips and caressed my hip and butt. I was loving it.
I kissed his cheek, and he suddenly lifted me and pushed me against a wall. My legs were wrapped around his hips. He placed me on the top of a rack and removed my t-shirt. He got naked, too. He was kissing my neck, and his hands were fondling my breasts.
I very visibly saw a bulge in his pants. I leaned in, kissed his chest, and bit him a few times. He held my boob and shook it bit my nipple, and pulled it. There was a sharp sound, and I felt a sudden aggression in his body language.
He pulled my hips closer to his and lifted my skirt to my stomach. Lowered his pants, and he asked me again.
Him: Are you sure?
I just slightly nodded my head. There was no hesitation from him. He pushed himself into me. I shrieked as his dick bore deeper into me. I couldn’t speak. No sounds came out of my mouth. My mouth felt dry, in fact.
He bit my boob and then my cheek as he was pounding my pussy. I was biting my lip and closed my eyes. It felt like an eternity, and he suddenly said.
Him: I am going to cum!
He was not wearing any protection, and I did not have copper T at that time. So, I started to panic and told him to stop. He didn’t. He said he would pull out at the correct time, but I was not convinced. I pushed him away. He pulled out, and then he assured me he would take care of it.
He asked me not to wrap my legs around him. My lust made me trust him, and I let him continue. He once again started to pound me. Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out, and all the cum fell on my thigh.
He wiped the cum and applied it to my boobs. I pushed him away and ran into the restroom to clean myself.
We tried dating, but we both felt it was forced. So we were back to being friends, but then the sex was so good. We both decided to become Friends with benefits!
And that, my dear readers, is how I got my first FWB! Thanks for reading, and please do comment your thoughts, opinions and feedback!
I have many other stories that I would love to share with you! Your comments are making me want to write more! And being a housewife, this has become a really good hobby for me, too. Thank you guys for all the support.
Love you all from Aishu!