Hi, My name is Priya (name changed). This story is from 4 years ago when I was in college. My figure was 30-28-32. I had small breasts at that time, and I was self-conscious of it. I never had a boyfriend before as I was a shy girl.
I moved away from my city to do my engineering. This is where I found my boyfriend. I was living in a hostel and shared a room with another girl named Neha (name changed). We hit it off quite well, and she was quite a cheerful person. We became quite good friends.
The college started, and we got busy with our studies. I used to wear only a Salwar Kameez in college. Always normal fit, never too tight or sleeveless or anything revealing or even remotely sexy. I used to wear jeans and tops when going out, though. But again, nothing too revealing or sexy.
I made a few friends in college, and one friend, Nikhil (name changed again), had grown a little close. We used to text each other occasionally. But our texts used to be always related to studies. He was a nice guy, good at studies, and I was comfortable talking to him.
Anyways, nothing really happened apart from some casual talks. Our first semester was over. Everyone went home, including Nikhil, as he was from a different city as well. Neha had already made a boyfriend. They had decided to spend 3 days together before going home. This was not her first boyfriend.
I reached home and was happy to spend some time at home. A week later, I got a message from Nikhil. It was a normal. “Hi, how are you,” messages. We exchanged pleasantries and said bye. A couple of days later, I again got a message from him.
It was casual talk, and he said he watched some movies. I told him that I was going to that movie tomorrow with friends. The next day, he texted me asking how was the movie. It was past dinner, and we discussed the movie. Both of us liked the movie. It was nice to know we both loved similar kinds of movies.
He recommended some movies that I should watch. The next day, he asked if I had watched any of those movies. I said I hadn’t yet. But planning to watch one tonight. We kept texting each other that night, talking about the movie. This has become a routine now. We were texting each other every day.
One day, he asked me about my friends and family. We talked about our friends and stuff. A few days later, we were texting. He said he liked me and asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said no. I told him that I liked him too. He asked me if I would be his girlfriend, and I said yes.
I wanted to be in a relationship. The majority of my friends had boyfriends, and I was feeling left out. Nikhil was a nice guy, too, and I liked him, so it was perfect. We phoned each other and talked on the phone, and it was nice. I had to be a little careful as my parents were in the room downstairs.
We spoke for a few hours that night. We still had two weeks to go before reaching college. We both were a little concerned about whether it would be awkward when meeting. Anyway, we were constantly texting and talking to each other all day now.
Both of us were telling each other about our day-to-day incidents, every small detail. We even did the “Main nahane jaa rahi hu. Akele Akele?” joke as well. That was the first time I felt something tingly. But it was all a joke and nothing else at that point.
I had watched porn only twice up until then and had masturbated a few times. But never frequently.
Finally, the day arrived, and we were back in college. We had a side hug, and there was a huge smile on both of our faces. I was blushing. The day went well. We hardly talked but spent the whole day together. In the evening, I told Neha about us, and she was happy.
She opened up and said that she had sex with her boyfriend for 3 whole days during the semester end. She is craving for sex now. They were planning to meet the next day and figure out a place to have sex again. I was turning red with all these talks, and I wondered how it would go for me.
The next day, we decided to go out for a movie. I was wearing a top and jeans. This was the first time he saw me in this attire. He said I looked beautiful. We watched a movie and had something to eat. He dropped me back at my hostel. He gave me a small hug before leaving. It felt good.
We talked later that night, and both liked how it went. This continued for the next couple of months. We used to go out, we used to hold hands, and he used to hug me before leaving. We had never kissed or talked about it. Both were a little shy to start.
Nikhil was living in a small 2BHK flat with his friend. I knew his friend. He was dating one of my friends. One day, when dropping me off, his hug lasted a little longer and tighter. For the first time, he smelt my hair and gave me a small peck on my cheek. I was blushing, and he gave me a big smile.
At night, when we were talking, he asked how I felt. I smiled and said it was great. You smelt lovely, he said. I blushed. The next day was similar. Hugs were tighter, and he was feeling my body. I was feeling great. This soon became normal.
As days passed by, he slowly put his hand around my waist while walking. Not for long, but enough to make me blush. When clicking selfies, his hand is on my waist, and he always gives a small press. Trust me, it’s the best feeling.
One day, he invited me to his flat. I was nervous about what was going to happen. We reached his flat. His friend was not there. We were all alone. We put on a movie on his laptop and were sitting on his bed. We were sitting pretty close to each other, and he had his arm over my shoulder.
I was not able to concentrate on the movie. We looked at each other, and I knew this was going to be my first kiss. He leaned in forward, and I leaned in, too. Our lips met. My eyes were shut. We kept kissing each other. The feeling was unbelievable. We kept kissing for 20 minutes.
Then he kissed me all over my face and then got back to my lips. After a few minutes, we broke our kiss. We looked at each other, and I was blushing and had become red. I hugged him, hiding my eyes. This time, he kept hugging me. The hug was much tighter. We both enjoyed it.
It was getting late, and his friend would be back as well. We had another long kiss, and I left. I felt I was wet. That night, we talked about the kiss, and I was wet throughout the conversation. I didn’t tell him, though.
This continued for the next few days. I used to go to his flat at least 3-4 times a week and make out. One day he took his hand and cupped my boobs. I stopped him and held his hand. He tried again, but I stopped him. He didn’t try again, and we continued making out.
That night, he asked me if I felt bad for what he did. I said no, I was just nervous. He was happy and smiling. He knew it was a green light. And I knew he was going to press my boobs next time. I was probably more excited than him. I was waiting for that day to come.
A couple of days later, he invited me to his flat, and I readily agreed. I was all smiling. We reached his flat, and we didn’t waste any time and started kissing. After a few minutes, he slowly went for my boobs. He massaged my boobs slowly. I let out a moan.
He kept on massaging my boobs and slowly started to press it harder. I moaned a little louder. I was getting turned on. My grip on his shoulder was firm. His kissing was getting faster as well. We both were breathing heavily now. We stopped for a while, and he hugged me tight.
I was soaking wet. We soon got back to making out, and he kept playing with my boobs. That day was amazing. I was thinking about the incident all night. I was waiting for more. We continued making out, and he enjoyed my boobs for the next few days.
One day, we were making out, and he stood me up and turned me around. He kissed me on my neck from behind and pressed my boobs from behind. His hands cupped my boobs, and it was a whole different experience. He took my face and smooched me.
I also realized that his dick was pressing against my back. I was going crazy. Imagine this. He was smooching me, taking turns to kiss my neck and lips, pressing my boobs hard, and his dick was pressing against my back. I had a good night’s sleep that day.
A few days later, we were making out in a standing position, and he turned me around and smooched me hard. One of his had moved towards my ass and grabbed it. It was the first time he was grabbing my ass. It was a great feeling being smooched and getting my ass grabbed.
That day, while leaving, he asked me to wear a salwar kameez next time. I understood that he was not able to get the complete feel of my ass in jeans. The next day, I wore a salwar kameez, and he was having fun with me. He pushed me on the bed and lay on me.
Till today, we used always to make out either sitting on the bed or standing up. This was the first I was lying on the bed. He was on top of me, smooching. His hands were all over my body. He was pressing my boobs hard. We swapped positions, and now I was on top of him.
He wanted to grab my ass. I was going crazy. This continued for a few days. He was all over my body. He rubbed my pussy once or twice but always over my clothes. One day he was in his boxers, and he rubbed his dick on my ass. He basically dry-humped me.
I was getting wetter and wetter day by day. I wanted to have sex so bad now. We were nearing to end of our semester. We had our annual day in two weeks. It was right before our study leave. Girls were all supposed to wear sarees. He told me that we would leave early and come to his flat.
I knew he was going to enjoy me that day as we would be busy with studies for the next month or so. So we won’t be meeting much. On the day, I wore a pink saree. I was looking beautiful. We went to college, and we left early. We went to his flat. I was dressed up and done some makeup as well.
I knew he was going to suck my lipstick out. As soon as we entered his flat, he pinned me to the wall and started smooching. He brought me closer and grabbed my ass. He kept kissing me and slowly started kissing my neck. I was moaning slowly. He went down and removed my pallu.
He started going down. I knew he wanted to kiss my navel. I adjusted my saree and lowered it for him. I had covered my mid-riff when going to college. But I lowered it for my boyfriend, and my navel was visible to him. He kissed my navel, and I grabbed his hair.
I laughed a little bit as it was ticklish. He came back up and started smooching me again. He said let’s go to the bedroom and grabbed my ass. He pushed me on the bed, took off his pants, and climbed on me. He started kissing me all over my face. He was constantly pressing my boobs as well.
I could feel his rock-hard dick. At one point, he took my hand and placed it on his dick over his boxers. This was the first time I was holding his dick. I pressed it a bit and froze. I was numb. I didn’t know what to do. I took my hand off, and he continued with his kissing.
He opened one of the buttons of my blouse. I said no. He slid it to the side a little. My bra straps were visible. He kissed my bra straps and tried to slide a bit. A little cleavage was visible to him. He kissed it. I was going mad. He now went down and kissed my navel.
From there, he kissed my feet and lifted my feet a little. He started lifting my saree. I was getting nervous. And I was getting wet. He lifted my saree well above my knees, and my thighs were visible. This was the most naked I was in front of him. I stopped him.
He started kissing my thighs. He sucked my inner thighs and gave me a love bite there. Then he came back up and started smooching me. There was a time when I thought to ask him to fuck me. But I knew we didn’t have enough time, and I wanted my first time to be as special as possible.
He turned me to the side, started kissing me on my neck, and dry humping me. I was feeling his dick on my ass and moaning heavily. His humping became fast, and he grabbed my waist tight. Then he stopped. I’m sure he cum in his boxers. We didn’t talk and just lay there for some time.
After a few minutes, he got up. I was about to get up when he asked me to stop. He was looking at me. I was lying there half-naked. My hair was messed up, and my blouse and bra strap were slid to the side. My cleavage and navel were visible, and half my thighs were exposed.
He said I looked hot. I blushed and got up. Adjusted my saree and tried to make up my hair. My lipstick was gone. I knew I couldn’t go back to college now as it was clearly visible that a lot had happened.
That night, he told me that he wanted to have sex with me. I said even I want to. He said his friend and his girlfriend, along with another couple, are going on a trip after exams. We can have the flat all to ourselves. I said yes.
I’ll tell you guys my first experience in the next story. This is my first story on XIS. Please send me any feedback here at [email protected]. Please don’t be mean. Thanks.