Hello guys, this is Amulya. I am a 32-year-old unmarried woman who has been living in Vizag since birth. I come from a middle-class family and completed my MBBS at Andhra Medical College. I have many interesting stories to share with you about my life, and I’ll start with the first romantic episode.
Those were the days when I was preparing for my medical entrance exam in 2009 in Vizag. My father enrolled me in a reputable junior college and got me admitted to a hostel. I wasn’t happy about going to the hostel because I was afraid of the study hours and the strict hostel warden. However, I had to go because of my father. We were allowed to go out every alternate Sunday, so I would go home whenever I got an out-pass. One Sunday, when I went home, my father scolded me, saying my performance in the objective test wasn’t up to the mark. He told me not to come home during my out-pass and to stay in the hostel and study.
But after being stressed for two weeks, I needed some relaxation to freshen up my mind. So, I decided to go out with my non-local friends. On one such outing, I went to Jagadamba Theatre with my friends to watch a movie. I still remember the date – August 2nd, 2009. It was a Sunday, and we tried to get tickets, but we couldn’t because it was the movie Magadheera, which was a huge blockbuster. We even tried to get tickets in black, but we didn’t succeed.
Disappointed, we decided to go to the beach and spend some time before returning to the hostel. As we were about to leave, I saw a guy standing worried, holding tickets in his hand. I thought of asking him if he had any extra tickets for the four of us. I took the risk and asked him for tickets.
He wasn’t very handsome, but he was cute and tall, wearing a white shirt and khaki cargo pants. I don’t know why, but I was attracted to him a bit. I went up to him and asked if he had any extra tickets. He told me that he was waiting for his friends, who had tickets, but they weren’t responding to his calls. He said he had five tickets and told me to wait for some time; if his friends didn’t show up, he would give me the tickets. So, I waited, hoping his friends wouldn’t come. Meanwhile, we started talking to each other.
He asked, “What’s your sweet name?”
I replied, “I’m Ammu. What’s your name?”
He said, “I’m also Ammu.”
I was surprised and asked, “What?”
He laughed and said, “I’m Amarendra Reddy. What are you doing?”
I told him, “I’m preparing for EAMCET.”
He was shocked and said, “I thought you were some graduate student. You look mature.”
I asked, “What do you mean? Do I look old?”
He replied, “No, I mean you’re physically very mature.”
I asked, “What do you mean by that?”
He said, “I can’t say that directly. Try to understand.”
I understood what he was saying, and I smiled shyly. Of course, he was right; I was more developed than many of my classmates. My measurements were 34-26-34, and my height is 5 feet 3 inches.
We talked about many things, and I came to know that he was a final-year engineering student. His family lived in Vijayawada, and he was staying in Vizag with his friends in a guest house. His father was a police officer, and his mother was a criminal lawyer. He came from a very reputable and well-settled family. Since his friends didn’t show up, he gave us the tickets. He didn’t even take money from us, saying that we were friends and he didn’t take money from friends. However, I noticed that he had one more ticket left. I invited him to join us for the movie, and my friends were smiling at me in a naughty way. My friend whispered in my ear, “I know why you’re inviting him.” I felt shy.
He joined us for the movie, and we enjoyed it together. After the movie, we came out, and I hesitated to ask him when I could meet him again. But he asked me the same question. I told him that I would get an out-pass once every two weeks. We were waiting for an auto, but he offered to drop us back to the hostel. He dropped us back, and as I was about to leave, I told my friends to go inside. They went inside, and I told him, “You can meet me once every two weeks, but if you want to meet me, you can come here and meet me in between. Just don’t come every day, or these people will complain to my home.” I told him this and ran into the house, blushing and recalling the way he looked at me and the way he tried to touch me in the theatre. He had even touched my back when we were entering the theatre, and I had enjoyed it.
For the next two weeks, he didn’t come to the hostel to meet me. Finally, the outing day arrived, and I was thinking about how to meet him. As I was coming out of the hostel, I saw a Honda City outside. It was Amarendra. I blushed and went to the car. He smiled and opened the door for me. My friends saw me going with him and were making crazy sounds and teasing me. I asked him why he didn’t come to the hostel to meet me for two weeks. He asked me, “Did you expect me to come?” I blushed, and he smiled. We went shopping and bought some modern dresses for me. I refused the gifts, but he insisted. Later, I told him to go to the men’s section because I needed to do some personal shopping. However, he insisted on coming with me. I told him I was shy, but he came with me anyway. I was looking at some innerwear, specifically checking out padded bras.
He asked the salesgirl to show us some push-up bras. I told him I didn’t need push-up bras, but he insisted and bought me three push-up bras. We completed our shopping, and it was around 12:30 pm. We decided to have lunch and went to KFC, where we ate chicken. After lunch, I asked him where we would go next. He said he had a surprise for me and took me to Rushikonda Beach. I love beaches, and Rushikonda is one of the most beautiful ones. We were walking on the shore when he suddenly lifted me up and threw me into the water. I was completely drenched.
He asked me, “Do you know why I didn’t come to meet you for two weeks?”
I replied, “Why?”
He said, “Because I like you so much, and I wanted to know if you felt the same way. Today, I understood that you like me just as much as I like you. Actually, I liked you the day I saw you at the theatre. I was hesitant to say anything, but I would have proposed to you that day itself.”
He put his hands on either side of me and came on top of me, looking into my eyes sharply with a lot of love and passion. He said, “Now, with all my heart and passion, I’m proposing to you. I love you, Amulya. I love you so much.” I smiled and said, “I don’t want to ask for time in a routine way. Because I love you too, Ammu.”
He looked into my eyes, kissed me on my cheek, and then on my lips. It was the first time I felt a man’s lips on mine and his breath on my face. It was heavenly. We kissed for some time, and I could sense the tension increasing in my breath. I could even sense his intensity of kiss increasing. But I was afraid that someone might see us, so I told him to stop. We got up and walked, holding hands, on the beach. It was almost 5 pm, and I needed to get back to the hostel by 7 pm. I had only two hours left. I asked him where we should go next, and he said his guest house was nearby, just five minutes away. He suggested that I could come with him there for an hour, and he would drop me back to the hostel by 7 pm. I went with him to his guest house.
I was shocked to see how huge and beautiful it was. The interior was simple yet elegant. I went inside, but my clothes were wet from the beach, so I went to the bathroom to squeeze out the water. I removed my clothes and wore the same ones again, but they were still wet, and water drops were falling from them. Amarendra insisted that I change into his nightdress so that my clothes could dry for some time. I went to the bedroom, removed my clothes, and hung them on the clothes hanger under the fan. He gave me his boxer and t-shirt. My bra and panty were also wet, so I dried them too. Since I didn’t wear innerwear, I wore his boxer and t-shirt. My skin was wet, and I was feeling cold, and my nipples were poking out from the t-shirt. His t-shirt was big and loose for me, so it was hanging down from my neck, exposing my cleavage if I didn’t adjust it. I saw him enjoying the view, but I was feeling shy and sexy at the same time.
He said, “You’re looking hot in this dress. I’m seeing your thighs for the first time. They’re so sexy, thick, and thunderous. They’re making me mad.” I was feeling shy and trying to cover them, but I couldn’t because the boxer was very short. He said, “Your body is making me mad. I’m not able to control myself.” I said, “But you have to control.” He replied, “Why should I?” Saying this, he came towards me, bent over me, and kissed me on my lips, then went to my neck. He was licking my neck, and I was getting turned on. I was getting tensed and turned on at the same time.
He continued to kiss and lick my neck, and it was so smooth. He placed his hand on my right breast, and a current shock went through my spine. I held the pillow on the sofa in pleasure. He started squeezing my breast and continued kissing my neck and sucking my lips. He slowly placed his hand under my t-shirt and touched my bare skin. I was going into heaven slowly. He pressed my waist and slowly went towards my breast, touching my hard nipples with his hot hands. I was shivering in pleasure. He was not stopping anymore, and I was completely into him, ready for everything.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes and realized it was 6:30 pm, according to the clock in front of me. I stopped him, saying that time was up and I needed to get back to the hostel within 30 minutes. He asked me for my hostel’s phone number, and I gave it to him. He called them, pretending to be my father, and told them that he would drop me at the hostel the next morning. I was shocked and worried about what the hostel warden would say, but to my surprise, she accepted and allowed me to stay for the night and return the next morning. I was happy, and he was very happy. He was coming onto me, saying, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I whispered, “Okay.”
He lifted me up into his arms and took me upstairs to the master bedroom. He turned on the AC, and it was a big bedroom with a king-size bed in the center. I was ready to give him my virginity that night. He removed his shirt, revealing a very sexy body – not a gym body, but a perfect, slim, and sporty one. He came onto me and removed my t-shirt, which was easy for him since it was very loose. He kissed my neck and went down to sucking my right breast and pressing my left one. I was in heaven with his act. He was sucking like a baby.
I asked, “What are you sucking out from my boobs? I don’t produce milk.”
He replied, “I know you don’t, but you will produce milk after nine months if we finish what we started now.” I smiled shyly, and he continued sucking my boobs, slowly putting his hand down through my waist inside the boxer. I tried to stop him, but he responded by sucking my boob more passionately and biting my nipple. I lost control over my feelings, and I too started responding. He slid his hand into the boxer and put his hand over my pussy, making me mad and wiggling under him with pleasure. I was getting pleasure from his sucking and the movements of his finger over my pussy. He knew how to please a girl very much. I became wet, and he slowly removed my boxer.
I said, “This is so unfair.”
He asked, “What’s unfair?”
I replied, “Should I be the only one naked? What about you?”
He laughed and removed his pants, saying, “Is it fair now?”
I laughed and said, “Absolutely.”
We were completely nude, and I could see his big, 5-inch cock. For the first time in my life, I was completely naked with a man, and for the first time, I saw a man’s cock. But I knew his cock wasn’t completely erect yet. He was completely on top of me, and his cock was touching the entrance of my pussy. He slowly went down and looked at my pussy. I put my hand over my pussy to avoid him seeing it, but he pinned my hand on the bed and went near my pussy. He kissed my pussy and started licking it. I was already wet, and he was making me wetter with his licking.
He was trying to dig his tongue into my pussy, and the feeling of his tongue touching the inner lining of my pussy was heavenly. He was sucking my clitoris, which was already erect. I was unable to speak a word or stop him. I held his head and pushed it more inside my pussy. He got encouraged and increased the intensity of his act. I lifted my lower body up due to the ultimate pleasure, and he held my ass with his hands and dug his tongue more inside. I was losing control, and my legs trembled. I convulsed and had my first orgasm. I flooded with cum, and the bed became wet due to my secretions.
I came to consciousness after some time and saw him. I pulled him onto me and kissed him with lots of love and lust. I whispered, “Thank you for the pleasure.” He said, “This is just the start.” He kept his finger over my pussy and started inserting it slowly. I said no, as it was paining, but he closed my mouth with his lips and started to enter slowly. With gradual in-and-out movements and my secretions, he was able to put one finger into my pussy. Tears started rolling down my eyes, but he whispered, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
However, he said the opposite and removed his finger, then started inserting two fingers at a time. This was like hell for me, and I had a lot of pain. But I understood why he was doing it – he was trying to make my pussy stretch so that I could accommodate his thick cock. He did the same thing again, closing my lips with his and inserting two fingers with gradual in-and-out movements. Finally, he kept both fingers inside, and I was feeling pleasure. He was moving the fingers in and out, slowly increasing the speed. I was again going towards climax, and finally, I had my second orgasm.
I was tired after two orgasms, but my man wasn’t tired at all. He got onto me, rubbed his cock over the entrance of my pussy, and teased me for some time. Slowly, he started to go inside. Fingers were fine, but his cock was thick, almost the size of 3.5 fingers. I whispered, “Slowwww,” but I knew he wouldn’t listen. He entered my pussy with a big stroke, but I could feel that only half of his cock went inside. Now, he started giving me slow strokes, making me comfortable, and giving time for my pussy to adjust to his size. After 5 minutes of slow fucking, I could feel his cock completely inside me.
He looked into my eyes and said, “Get ready for the real fun,” giving a big stroke. I screamed in pain, but he held my neck and kissed me on my lips, suppressing my screams. He continued giving me stronger and faster strokes, and after 15-20 strokes, he stopped and let go of my lips. Tears rolled down my eyes again, but he asked if it was paining a lot. I said it was paining in the beginning, but now I was feeling pleasure. Hearing this, he started licking my neck and sucking my boobs one by one. He continued slowly fucking me and sucking my boobs.
He started fucking hard again, stronger and faster. Even though the AC was on, we were drenched in sweat. The room was filled with my moans and the smell of sweat and sex. I could hear the sounds of our bodies clapping, encouraging us to do more.
He was getting lustier with my moans, and after fucking me continuously for 15 minutes, his cock started bulging inside my pussy. He couldn’t control his feelings and fucked me faster and stronger. He ejaculated his semen inside my pussy – a hell of a lot of semen. He stuck his cock inside my pussy and kissed me, collapsing over my boobs and sleeping. I was also tired and looked at the clock; it was 8:30 pm. I couldn’t get up, and I too slept beneath him without any clothes the whole night.
He woke me up in the morning with a strong coffee and a good wake-up kiss. I had lost all inhibitions the previous night and didn’t even cover myself with the blanket. I was so open with him. I drank coffee and went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. I wore my clothes, which had dried up, and looked at him. He was dull and didn’t want to send me back to the hostel. I went near him and sat in his lap, kissing him with lots of love.
I said, “As you said, this is just the beginning, and we can meet once every two weeks and spend time together.” I kissed him again, and we got into the car. He dropped me back at the hostel, holding my hand and sometimes my thigh throughout the drive.
I got down at the hostel and went inside with a lot of new changes in my life and a hell of memories from the previous night. This was the beginning of my romantic journey. I’ll tell you what happened later in my next story.
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