Hi, this is my second story. Thanks for your response to my previous stories. I am 5.6 tall and have a cock of 6.5 and 2.5 inches thick.
Coming back to the main character of this story, Rashmi. She is 5 feet tall and has a fair complexion, her boob size was 30a, 24, and her ass is 32. Short hair and usually wears jeans and tops. She was our family friend, but we met first time in college.
She was in her first year, and I was in the second year. I could remember the first day when I went to meet her. She was afraid and thought I would rag her. I asked her if her name was Rashmi. She was surprised, and her face showed that she was afraid.
I introduced myself to her and told her to relax. I told her that her mom had called my mom. She told me to check on her as it was her first day in college. As soon as I said that, she gave me a sexy smile, and I instantly fell for it. I missed my heartbeat for a second.
I told her if anyone comes to you and tries to rag you, say you are my friend. I just moved my hand toward her, which she happily grabbed. As expected, a few of my friends tried to rag her. She said she knew me, for which they doubted her. I had given her my number.
She called me, and I asked her not to say anything. Just be there. I will be there in a while. I just came rushing to her, and as soon as they saw me, they knew she knew me, and that was my group. I introduced myself to her, and all the eyes looked at me.
We were all friendly, and we used to meet at the station and walk our way to college. Usually, I go late, and Rashmi used to wait for me at the station. My group just said hi to her, and they moved ahead.
I told them we could walk together as I thought she might feel awkward. But they just went ahead, and I was with her. She had some girls with her, and we used to walk to college. We chatted about normal stuff, movies, songs, and other stuff.
This happened almost every day, and slowly everyone in our college was talking about us and tagging her as my GF. I did enjoy it, but I did not know if she was interested. Our group had lots of couples and close friends. I always told them that she was a good friend and nothing else.
It was a rainy season. I usually get an umbrella, but I never use it if it drizzles. One day Rashmi did not get her umbrella. She was waiting for the rain to get over. I told her to get in my umbrella, to which she agreed. As soon as the guys saw me with her in one umbrella, they all started talking and smiling.
All my group was aware that I never opened my umbrella during drizzles. I saw it, and I gave my bag to Rashmi and walked alone. She pulled me back. I said, “It is okay. I usually like rain.” But she pulled my hand. That was a sign not only for me but for my group to tag us like love birds.
I saw Rashmi was awkward as she could hear and see others in the group. After that occasion, we were the hot topic of discussion. This went on for a few days. I could see Rashmi feeling awkward.
One of my close friends told me that she liked me and I should take the next step. But I told him the reason as it may have some issues with the family. Everyone unofficially knew about what was going on.
We chatted on the phone but had normal talks. Just as things were heating up, I thought of a plan. The Diwali vacation was coming up, and all were on vacation. I was in touch with Rashmi for a week. Then slowly, I started to respond late.
When we were back from vacation, I told my close friend about my plan to which he agreed. He spread the rumour that I had a girlfriend named Neha. My friend was very smart. She told all the females in the group and told them not to tell anyone. So all the girls knew it, and Rashmi also came to know about this.
I had lectures in the morning and wanted to avoid Rashmi. My friend got the news that she is very sad and her mood is bad. During the break, my friends surrounded and teased me and asked me what about Rashmi. I said we are good friends.
I think she heard it. We could not talk about anything. She messaged me that she wanted to talk to me after college in the canteen. I did not go. As I was busy talking to my best friend, Rashmi came in anger and asked me if this news was real?
I could see tears in her eyes. I was about to say something, but my best friend stopped me. I could see the pain in her eyes. Her hands were on my thighs. She was pinching me hard in anger. I did not react. She left in anger. I was about to follow her, but my best friend stopped me.
I could see tears flowing through her eyes. When I reached home in the afternoon, I got a call from her younger sister. She said Rashmi’s mood is off, and she is crying. She asked me if, in college, everything was all right.
I consoled her and told her that I was not aware of it and I would talk to her tomorrow. She said thanks, and I told her not to tell her that we spoke. The next day everyone was busy asking about Neha. No one was linking Rashmi and me now. Everyone was just happy and wanted to see and meet Neha.
I messaged Rashmi. I would meet her at my best friend’s home after college. She did not reply. I was sure that she would come. My best friend was staying alone. His parents were in Pune, and no one was at home.
After college gets over, it takes 10 minutes to walk from the college to his home. My best friend was away and told me to take care of her. She messaged me that she was downstairs at my best friend’s home. She came up after two minutes.
She was standing out. I could see her eyes were swollen and her face sad. I told her to get in. I made her sit beside me on the sofa. I took her hand in my hand and asked her what had happened. She just started crying. I asked her whether she was happy for Neha and me.
Tears flowed from her eyes, and she just tightened her grip on my hand. I could feel that something was going to happen. I lifted her face with my other hand and asked her, looking into her eyes.
She said, “Why did you accept Neha? Who is she? You never told anything about her and suddenly got the news that she is your GF.”
I bluntly replied, “So what is the problem? You did not like me getting a GF.” She said, “You could have someone else who knows you.”
I said, “Who told you that we do not know each other? Neha comes home and knows everyone.”
She started crying. I said, “Stop crying. If you want to talk, let me know, or we can move. I will be meeting Neha shortly.” She got angry and said, “Okay, then go.” I said OKAY, and was about to get up.
She took a deep breath and said, “You dumb guy, you could not see anything in my eyes? Are you a dumb guy? I love you, yes, I love you.”
I asked her when did she realize. She said it was love at first sight. “But you dumb guy never noticed.”
I then wiped her tears, took the other hand, and told her. “Listen, Neha is not there in my life, nor do I know any girl named Neha. It was just fake.” Rashmi was in shock. I again asked her whether she got what I told her. She just hugged me like there was no tomorrow.
After two minutes, she started hitting me. She was looking into my eyes. I just sat on the sofa and stood up and came close to me, and she kissed my lips. We were in a lip lock for about 4 minutes as if there was no tomorrow. I just grabbed her, and we were licking each other.
Finally, Rashmi proposed to me and had her first lip lock. Then she hugged me again and said she was getting late from home. I again pulled her back and did a lip lock again. This was a wild one. I did not want to bite her lips as she wanted to go home, and her mom will doubt.
Rashmi was happy and holding hands. I told her to be careful and keep this secret. She nodded, and we left. She messaged me to come home at 7:15 pm as she caught the train. I was thinking about what was it and went home.
It was sharp at 7:15 pm. I ranged her doorbell of Rashmi. Her mom opened the door. She recognized me and welcomed me home. I was happy to see their home for the first time. It was a 2 BHK. She called Rasho (Rashmi’s nickname), and she came out and was surprised.
She managed to hide her happiness and was scared. She was wearing a gown. I sat on the sofa, and she got me a glass of water. As soon as she bent down, I saw her cleavage.
Her mom told me that she had some work and would be back in 20 minutes. Now I knew what was going to happen. As soon as her mom went out, she waited for the lift door to close. Rashu closed the door and locked the door.
I asked her where is my surprise. She teased me and said she saw what I was looking at when she gave him water. She called me inside and said to close my eyes. I looked surprised. She said trust me and be fast as her mom will be back soon.
I closed my eyes, and she said to open them. She stood in front of me with her gown pulled up and showed me her boobs. Wow, I could not believe to see such a good surprise. She told me to touch it.
I was looking at her erect nipples. They were quite big compared to her boobs. She again said, “Are you going to touch?” I came back to my sense, lip lock in the morning, and now her boobs.
I went closer to her and waited. I looked at her from top to bottom. No bra, but her pink panty was wet. I knew she was excited. I just went ahead lip locked her, and pressed her one boob. Wow, her boobs were soft. This was the first time someone was pressing it.
Then both my hand on her small boobs were in my grip. My two fingers had her nipples and the others all over her boobs and crushing them. She moaned a bit, making me press it harder.
Suddenly, I removed one hand. Before she knew I inserted my hand in her panty and put one finger on her pussy lips. Imagine a lip lock, one hand on her boobs and the other on her pussy lips. She tried to say something, but I did not lose the lip lock.
I rubbed her pussy which was wet, and I could feel my fingers getting wet. I rubbed her pussy lips. I did not want to take a risk and remove by lip lock, hand over her boobs in the back of my mind. But my hand was still in her panty. She knew her pussy was wet and shy. She requested I remove it.
I pulled my fingers out and showed her my wet fingers. Wow, her panty was wet. I could see a big wet spot on her panty, and my fingers were still wet. I showed her. She was shy, and before she could say anything, I licked my fingers.
She felt so shy that she caught my hand and her pussy wetness was on her hands. Soon she came to sense and realized her mom would be back home. She quickly wore her wet panty and down came to her gown – what a view. Soon, I licked my fingers and then washed my hand and mouth.
I knew it was better to move, so I said goodbye.
I will tell you how I look at Rashmi’s virginity in the next story. Please share your comments and share your feedback at [email protected].