Ariya stared at her phone. Her heart pounded as she read the message she’d just sent to her boyfriend, Manav. Her parents would be out of town for the entire weekend for the first time in forever. It felt surreal to have the house to herself. She hoped Manav could stay over.
Maybe—finally—she could lose her virginity. The thought sent a mix of excitement and nervousness through her. She’d dreamed of this moment for months, yet the reality of it left her stomach in knots. Would it be awkward? Would she be good enough? Would it hurt?
At 24, Ariya often felt out of place. Most of her friends were already raving about their experiences, sharing stories of wild adventures and unforgettable nights. She’d laugh with them, but deep down, she felt like an outsider. Her upbringing had been strict.
Her conservative parents enforced curfews, frowned upon sleepovers and banned parties or anything fun. But the real barrier wasn’t just her parents—it was her insecurities. Ariya had always been curvier than her peers. She loved certain body parts, like her full chest and soft curves.
But she couldn’t shake the nagging thought that she wasn’t what people found attractive. She had a pretty smile, even a dimple, full lips. But all she could see was more meat around her stomach. She was blessed with medium-sized boobs. You could compare them to those big imported oranges.
Then Manav entered her life. They’d connected at work, bonding over late-night projects and sharing snacks during meetings. He wasn’t just charming; he was kind, attentive, and funny, making her feel like the most important person in the room.
He didn’t just compliment her beauty; he saw her in ways she hadn’t seen herself. With Manav, she felt wanted. Sexy. Desirable. Their stolen moments—making out in his car after long drives, his hands exploring her body over her clothes—had ignited a fire in her. Still, they hadn’t gone all the way.
Now, with the house to herself, she couldn’t stop imagining how the weekend might unfold. What would she wear? Something cute and flirty, or something bold and seductive? What would she cook for him? And what if—her stomach twisted at the thought.
He wasn’t as excited about this as she was. Her phone chimed, snapping her out of her spiralling thoughts.
Manav: I can’t wait for the weekend.
Her lips curled into a smile, her worries melting away.
Friday Night
Ariya spent the evening setting the mood. She lit scented candles around her room, their warm glow casting soft shadows on the walls. She carefully chose a playlist, settling on a mix of sultry R&B and soft indie tracks. Her texts with Manav grew more playful and teasing as the night went on.
Their excitement was palpable.
Ariya: I’ve planned everything—Netflix, good food, and all the alcohol we’ll need. We’re set for the weekend!
Manav: You’re cooking? Please make that biryani you made last time—it was incredible. But honestly, I don’t think I’ll focus much on Netflix. All I want is you.
Heat rose to her cheeks as she read his message.
Ariya: Sheesh, so demanding. 😜 Fine, I’ll make the biryani. But tell me… what’s the first thing you’ll do when you see me?
Manav: I’d kiss you, deep and slow. One hand in your hair, the other sliding under your shirt, teasing you.
Her breath hitched as she imagined the moment, her fingers hovering over her phone before she replied.
Ariya: Mmm… I’m too impatient for that. While you’re kissing me, I’ll already be working to get you naked.
Manav: Haha, take it slow, chinna. We have the whole weekend. Let me lead for once.
Ariya smiled at his use of the endearing term. He always called her chinna, making her feel cherished and special.
Ariya: Maybe, but I can’t wait to feel you inside me… to finally know what it’s like.
Manav: You’ll know, baby. And more. Picture this: I’ll undress you piece by piece—your shirt, skirt, bra, and finally, your panties. Slowly. Intimately.
Her heart raced as she read his words, her imagination running wild.
Ariya: Aren’t you getting undressed too?
Manav: I will. But first, I want to worship every inch of your body. Your curves deserve my full attention. I’ll kiss and tease your boobs, maybe bite gently—just enough to make you squirm.
Ariya: You’re already driving me crazy, babe.
Manav: Good. That’s the idea. After giving your gorgeous boobs all the love they deserve, I’ll kiss my way down—your stomach, navel, thighs. I’ll take my time, letting you feel every moment.
Ariya: Oh god, can I touch myself while imagining this?
Manav: Yes, baby. Imagine me there, tasting you, making you moan my name. I’ll part your legs, kiss your inner thighs, and finally—
Ariya: Stop, I’m already so wet! I can’t wait for tomorrow. Come over by 10 a.m., okay? I love you.
Manav: I love you too, chinna. Sweet dreams.
As the clock struck midnight, Ariya lay in bed, her mind buzzing with anticipation. She remembered their first date. He’d reached for her hand, his touch electrifying how he’d kissed her goodnight, his lips soft yet commanding. That night had been the beginning of everything.
Tomorrow felt like another beginning. She wasn’t just excited to lose her virginity. She was excited to share something deeply intimate with someone who truly cared for her. In the quiet of her room, she whispered to herself, This will be perfect.
Saturday Morning, 6 a.m.
Ariya woke up feeling a whirlwind of emotions—anxious, excited, and everything in between. Today wasn’t just another day. She knew exactly what lay ahead. She checked her phone and found a string of comforting messages from Manav, telling her to relax and not worry.
He reassured her that he would make sure everything went perfectly. She smiled. This man knew her better than anyone, and she was so happy to share this moment with him. She brushed her teeth and headed downstairs to see if her parents were ready to leave.
As expected, they were already at the door. Her father was double-checking his documents while her mother fussed around, rattling off instructions for Ariya to follow while they were away. Dutifully, Ariya repeated everything back to her mother and promised to take care of everything.
She let her father know when her phone chimed with the cab details. He hugged her, telling her they’d see her soon. And just like that, they were off. Ariya would be home alone for two weeks. She couldn’t wait for the weekend to begin. She quickly grabbed her phone and sent a text.
Ariya: Good morning, baby.
Manav’s reply was almost instant.
Manav: Good morning, chinna. I’m guessing they’ve left for the airport. How often must I tell you to get your driver’s license?
Ariya: Why should I? I love being a passenger princess. Besides, I have you to drive me around. 😛
Manav: If you had introduced me to your parents like I’ve been asking, I would’ve dropped them myself.
Ariya: Okay, Mr. Responsible. Stop fussing over them and come to me already. I couldn’t sleep last night; I’ve been thinking about you all night. I swear I’ll jump on you the moment I see you.
Manav: Calm down, you little troublemaker. I slept like a baby, knowing we had two worry-free days together.
Ariya: Fine, I need to clean the house.
Manav: Ah, my heart. You sound like such a dutiful wife. I can’t wait to see you, chinna.
She rolled her eyes at his playful comment. Manav often joked about marriage. But she wanted to enjoy the present without overthinking the future. The morning flew by, and suddenly it was 10 a.m. Ariya hadn’t even showered yet. She rushed to the bathroom, her heart racing with excitement.
She thought about yesterday when she’d mustered up the courage to get her first-ever wax. The experience had been painfully awkward. But the results were worth it—her skin felt unbelievably smooth. As she stood under the shower, her thoughts wandered to Manav.
She imagined him standing behind her, his hands exploring her body. Her breath quickened. She pictured his hard chest pressed against her back, his lips brushing against her neck. Her fingers slid down her own body, teasing her sensitive spots as her fantasies took over.
When she stepped out of the shower, she felt relaxed yet even more eager to see him. She chose a yellow sundress with thin straps that ended mid-thigh. It was cute, flirty, and just revealing enough. She debated skipping panties but decided on a black thong she’d bought for this occasion.
Forgoing a bra, the thin fabric of the dress clung to her curves, her nipples faintly visible. With her hair still damp, she spritzed on her favourite Gucci perfume just as the doorbell rang.
Manav stood at the door, holding a bouquet of yellow flowers and a small box, his face beaming. He looked so effortlessly handsome that Ariya froze, taking him in. “Flowers for the most beautiful girl in the world,” he said, handing her the bouquet.
Ariya blushed, playfully smacking his arm. “What about the box?” she asked, her curiosity piqued. “This? It’s a surprise,” he teased. “I’ll give it to you at the right moment. Now, come here.” He hugged her, his hands settling on her waist as he kissed her forehead.
Then, his lips found hers, soft yet insistent, their kiss deepening with each passing second. She melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, feeling the minty coolness of his breath. “You look ethereal,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. “I love you so much.”
She smiled, her heart swelling at his words. As he hugged her from behind, she felt his growing arousal press against her, and it sent a shiver down her spine. He silenced her with a playful nibble on her earlobe. His hands roamed the curves of her body.
His palms glided from the sides of her boobs down to her hips, lingering just long enough to make her shiver. His lips pressed warm kisses along her jawline before capturing hers in a deep, teasing kiss. He licked her lower lip, gently tugging it between his teeth. Her eyes widened at the bold gesture.
Then she smiled against his lips, her body melting into his as she kissed him back. Taking his chance, he slid the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. The fabric glided down her smooth skin, brushing over the contours of her boobs.
It stopped momentarily at her hard nipples before falling in a soft puddle at her feet. She stood before him in the black thong she had chosen just for this moment. Manav pulled back, his eyes roaming her body with hunger and admiration.
Suddenly, she felt shy and instinctively crossed her arms over her stomach. “Don’t hide,” he murmured, gently pulling her arms away. “You’re beautiful, chinna.” He twirled her around, his eyes admiring every inch of her, before giving her a playful smack on her butt.
Ariya laughed, her nerves melting away as he knelt before her. Over the next half-hour, Manav remained on his knees, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her with deliberate care and unbridled passion. He kissed and licked her boobs.
Lavishing attention on each peak before trailing down her stomach, lingering at her navel. His hands caressed her hips as his mouth moved lower, teasing the soft skin of her inner thighs. One side and then the other, leaving her trembling with anticipation.
He gently guided her to lean forward, his hands firmly on her waist. His lips pressed against the curve of her backside. His kisses trailed along each cheek before venturing into the heat between her legs. With slow, deliberate movements, he tasted her.
Each flick of his tongue drew out her moans and made her body quiver. Lost in his touch, she surrendered completely, her mind and body melting under his skilful attention. He gently guided her to lean forward, his hands firmly on her waist. His lips pressed against the curve of her backside.
His kisses trailed along each cheek before venturing into the heat between her legs. With slow, deliberate movements, he tasted her. Each flick of his tongue drew out her moans and made her body quiver. Lost in his touch, she surrendered completely.
Her mind and body melted under his skilful attention. Manav continued to lick her as she bent forward, leaning and pressing against the wall. She was so close to climaxing. His hand reached for her boobs, squeezing them. She couldn’t bear it. “I’m cumming,” she gasped.
He didn’t stop and felt a fresh wave of heat and liquid in his mouth. Her thighs shuddered, holding his head between them. She felt the powerful wave of the climax wash through her. It left her weak, and it was his sturdy arms that helped her stay upright.
He raised himself, kissing his way up her butt, her back, her right shoulder, and then her earlobes. He took her right earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it. He whispered to her, “Chinna, you taste so good. I love it when you cum right into my mouth.”
As he whispered, his fingers that were rubbing her clit plunged into her slowly. She gasped, and all she could mutter was almost inaudible. But he heard it. He moved his middle finger in her slowly and deliberately, repeatedly asking her if it was too much.
When she started to rock her hips to his rhythm, he inserted another finger. She melted into him as he prepped her. It didn’t feel painful, and as she continued to rock her hips, he increased the pace. A second wave of climax took over, and this time, he felt her walls grip his fingers.
He held them there for a few seconds so she could catch her breath, then removed them slowly. He turned her around to face him and looked deep into her eyes. He put those two fingers right into his mouth, and her eyes widened. He smirked at her reaction and lifted her.
She squealed, “What are you doing? I’m so heavy!” He said, “You’re not even heavier than the weights I press, so stop.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands around his neck. He kissed her lips softly and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom.
Once they reached the bedroom, he gently put her on the bed and placed himself over her. He kissed her and put some of his weight on her. He removed the buckle of his belt and then the button of his jeans. She helped him take them down. Now, he was in his Metallica t-shirt and boxers.
Her hands roamed around his body as they passionately kissed. She tugged on the hem of his shirt, pulling it above him, trying to get it off. He laughed against her lips and pried away from them. He took off his shirt and flung it across the room in one smooth movement.
He then got back to kissing her. She could feel his hard member touch her wet pussy as he kissed her. He didn’t give her a minute to beg him to fuck her.
He pinned both her hands above her head and kissed her. He then took his time kissing both her boobs, giving them equal attention.
All she could do was squirm and enjoy this man’s mouth on her. He then brought her hands forward onto her tummy, gripping them hard with his left hand. As he was between her legs, he asked her to lift them in the air and press them together.
He let go of her hands and held her legs in that position, kissing the back of her calf. Then her thighs, and finally, her pussy, which was glistening with her cum. He licked it from bottom to top and continued to lick her clit and pussy for five minutes. She cum into his mouth again.
He was sure she was ready when he let go of her legs and brought them down. He stood up and pulled down his boxers, and his 7-inch cock sprang to life. She was about to get up when he sweetly said, “Stay back. Right now, it’s all about you, not me.”
He then searched for the condom packet in the back pocket of his jeans. He placed the box he had brought along with a cream tube on the bed near him. Before she could ask about it again, in between tearing open the condom packet, he said, “Patience, my firecracker. I’ll give it to you at the right time.”
He put the condom on his cock and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. He rubbed the tip of his cock on her entrance, wetting it with her cum. Then quickly bent and took the tube he had brought and applied the gel all over his cock.
“I’m using lube. It’s your first time, and I want to make this as easy as possible.” She couldn’t believe how kind he was, always putting her first. A tear fell from her right eye as she looked at her man. He then placed his cock at her entrance, gently entering her slowly, millimetre by millimetre.
She was so tight, her walls grasping his cock tightly. She, on the other hand, could feel her pussy expand. But it wasn’t that bad since he used lube and was so slow. Still, it hurt until he was completely inside her. Once he was in, he bent forward and kissed her.
Tell me when the pain subsides, and you feel better. She nodded that she had adjusted to him, so he moved slowly—not too fast or slow. He could feel she had adjusted to him. He took her hands in his and intertwined them as he rocked in and out slowly.
She slowly moved her hips to match his rhythm, and he increased the pace a little more. That’s when she cried out, “I’m gonna cum! Please don’t stop!”
He continued to rock in and out at the same pace and placed his lips on hers as she came on his dick.
Her orgasm left her shaking from head to toe; it was indeed a powerful one. Her walls grasped his cock so tightly that he couldn’t hold it in and cum too. He then kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly. He got off her and lay down by her side. Both of them were panting, but she giggled.
I loved that, babe. I’m so glad my first was with you. She turned on her side and kissed his chest as he pulled her closer to him. They lay like that for a few minutes. Then he pulled her up, getting her in front of the mirror while he stood behind her.
He handed her the box and asked her to open it. She opened it to find an infinity-sign pendant studded with what looked like diamonds, and the necklace was rose gold.
“Wha… what’s this? Why did you give me a gift?” she barely managed to utter. He kissed her shoulder and took out the necklace, placing it around her neck and clasping it at the back. This infinity symbolizes my love for you, which is never-ending.
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