10-07-2025, 11:51 AM
My dad told me to go to the shop and get eggs, and when I came back, Mom had cooked spinach dal with mango. Eating that spinach dal with rice, some mango pickle, a spoonful of ghee, and an omelet on the side was heavenly, and I even licked the dal off my fingers. After it was all done, chewing on a piece of mango in my cheek gave me a kick. Chewing it, I went to tuition.
Nisha taught me. She was a bit strict with me. She made me repeat what she asked and rewrite what I had already written. In the middle, Asha gave us some lemonade once.
It was 5 PM. Nisha told me to go home. Asha was in the kitchen talking to her husband. Nisha didn't come out of her room. I felt a desire when I saw Asha. I looked at Asha to tell her I was leaving, and she signaled me to come.
As I took a step towards her, she hung up the phone. As soon as I entered the kitchen, she grabbed my shirt collar, pulled me, and pushed me against the wall.
I was surprised, "What is she doing?" I thought Nisha saw what happened and would scold me. I looked into her eyes with fear. She came closer to me and pressed her full breasts against my chest. The pressure of her breasts felt very soft to me. She was warm, and her breasts were like cotton balls.
But I saw some sadness in her face.
Asha: Do you remember what the doctor said after we went to the hospital yesterday?
She was talking so close to me, it made me dizzy.
Me: Yeah.
Asha: Last night, I asked my husband, and he said he wouldn't drink.
Me: Oh no.
Asha: Do you know any small children in our colony?
Me: Why?
Asha: I want to give them my milk.
Me: There's no one younger than me in our street except your Nikhil.
She moved back. I remained silent.
She took my right hand and placed it on her left breast.
"Is this really happening?" I thought. "Ah, her breast felt like a cotton ball to my fingerprints." From inside her jacket, warm currents of air from her skin touched my hands. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, wondering how my touch felt to her.
I softly called out, "Asha."
She opened her eyes. Asha: You like milk, right?
Me: Hmm... yes.
Asha: It hurts here.
I gently pressed my fingers and carefully touched her breast. Maybe it hurt her, she quietly cried, "Ahh."
I immediately let go of her breast. Asha looked at me deeply.
Asha: Hold it.
Me: It hurts.
Asha: It's okay, hold it.
I brought my right hand back up and cupped her breast in my palm.
Asha: Mmmmmm.... she moaned with a lustful expression, biting her lip.
I didn't know what to say. She had to ask me, then I would have the upper hand.
Me: Asha, I have to go home.
Asha: I need a favor.
Me: What?
Asha: It hurts here because I have too much milk. You have to relieve it.
Me: What? How can I do that?
Asha: You like milk, right? You have to drink my milk.
Am I dreaming? No, no, I understood this morning that this was happening. I just didn't expect it so soon.
Now I have to answer her carefully.
Me: But Asha... that...
Asha: But nothing. Do you like milk or not?
Me: I do.
Asha: Drink my milk every evening. You don't need to drink it at home. Tell your mom you drank it at tuition.
That's enough, what more do I need? Just a small doubt, and I need clarity on that too.
Me: Okay, I'll go home and get my Naruto milk cup.
Asha: No need.
Me: But I drink milk in that every day.
Asha held my hand and led me to her bedroom. Nikhil was sleeping in the cradle there. She made me sit on the bed, sat next to me, and held my face.
Asha: Look, Shiva, you shouldn't tell anyone about this, okay?
Me: Why?
Asha: You're not a small child. It wouldn't look good if I gave milk to a college-going boy instead of a small child. Everyone will call me bad.
Me: Why would they say that?
She must be thinking, "Poor boy, he doesn't even know this," and feels sorry for me.
Asha: You don't know, just listen to what I'm saying.
Me: Hmm, okay.
She leaned towards me and kissed my lips with hers. Dizzily, I put my hand behind her head and kissed her. I sucked both of her lips alternately and then released them.
She put her hands on my shoulders, pulled me into her lap, and made my head rest on her thighs. Now, like a baby, I leaned my head and neck on her legs.
I knew what was going to happen now. She would open her blouse, reveal her breasts, and tell me to suck. As I thought this, hormones surged in my brain, sending signals through my nerves, and my penis suddenly hardened. I think she couldn't see it because my legs were folded.
Asha: Now I'll put my breast in your mouth, and milk will come out. You have to drink it.
I silently nodded yes. She unhooked the bottom two hooks of her blouse, lifted her bra from the lower edge of her left breast, and exposed half of her breast. "Oh, it's like a mango, white and swollen, with a red cherry-like nipple." My eagerness couldn't be contained, and I opened my mouth. She leaned down and touched her nipple to my lips.
Uff... my penis twitched. But I had to act as if I knew nothing. So, even though she was offering, I pretended not to notice.
She pushed her nipple into my mouth. I kept my mouth open.
Asha: Now close your mouth.
This was my chance, so I softly bit Asha's soft mango-like breast with my lips, as if biting into mango pulp. Her breast was sweet, with the smell of milk and sweat, which intoxicated me.
Asha released her breast and held my face, crying out, "Aaaah!"
I reduced the pressure and looked at her. She was caressing my face. I pulled my face away and to the side.
Me: No milk is coming.
Asha: Don't bite, suck.
I again moved my tongue over her nipple and licked it.
Asha: Mmmmmm....
I took it into my mouth and sucked it like a rupee Pepsi.
Her warm, delicious milk spurted into my mouth. My excitement grew. I held Asha's hand, lifted my neck to her nipple, and took more than she offered into my mouth, sucking vigorously.
She closed her eyes and remained like a doll. I didn't want to do anything now. I'll see about it when I suck again another time.
I spent about six minutes silently doing nothing but sucking her breast and drinking milk. She suddenly held my head and pushed it aside.
Asha: That's enough for today.
Me: The milk is sweet, I want some more.
Asha: No, Nikhil needs it. You drank a lot. I'll give it to you tomorrow, okay?
"Tomorrow?" I thought, "I might have to wait until next week."
Me: Did your pain decrease?
Asha: Ha, thanks.
Me: Asha, will you give me a kiss? .... and sat up.
Asha kissed my lips again. I sucked her upper lip, and we both leaned sideways on the bed, I put my left leg over her, and sweetly bit her upper lip with both of my lips. She was also licking my lips.
Me: Your lips are sweet too.
Asha: Will you suck my lips and milk every day?
Me: Yes.
She held my cheeks, lifted my neck, and put her mouth into mine. I made my tongue rub against hers.
Asha: Ummm.
Me: Mmmm.
As our saliva flowed onto her cheekbones, I licked her cheeks. Her cheeks turned red like hibiscus flowers. She looked at me with surprise.
Me: What happened?
Asha: Nothing, thanks.
Me: I don't want thanks.... and took her lower lip again.
She quickly released the kiss.
Asha: Enough, go, he'll be home soon.
Me: Okay, bye.
At night, I watched Nisha's room as usual. Today, the window was open. Nisha had just entered her room, went towards the wardrobe, took off her pants, put on shorts, and came to the window. She saw me.
Nisha: Hey, what are you looking at?
Me: Nothing.
Nisha: Go to sleep, it's eleven.
Me: Yeah, I'll go. Good night.
She smiled, said, "Good night," and closed the curtain.
I then went to sleep. I was only thinking about Nisha, her thighs, her waist, the thought of holding her waist made me feel hot, and also what I had spent with Asha. I was asleep, but my little brother was awake.
In the morning, the sunlight fell on my face, and I opened my eyes. I felt a slight weight on my forehead, and when I looked up, it was a white left hand. I touched that hand with my left hand and caressed it. How soft it was.
"Whose hand is this?" I wondered, looking to the side. Those same rose lips, a small pointed nose, milky white complexion. What was Nisha doing next to me? I was stunned and sat up.
My penis was hard between my eyes, Nisha's right hand was inside my pants, wrapped around my erect penis and holding it.
How did Nisha get inside? Oh, right, yesterday I forgot to lock the door from the inside. But still, didn't my mom see?
Whatever, I leaned back. Seeing Nisha's face made me smile. She was eight years older than me, but she seemed very cute. As I touched her right cheek and looked at her lips, my thumb automatically brushed her lower lip.
I wanted to look at her more, so I moved closer and continued to brush her lips. Was she in a deep sleep, or was she pretending, or was I dreaming? I couldn't understand anything.
I kept looking at her lips. I couldn't hear anything except the ceiling fan above, Nisha's breathing below, and my own breathing.
In the blink of an eye, Nisha moved her face forward and touched her lips to mine. My cold body was suddenly filled with warmth.
I was shocked. I moved back.
She was smiling with her eyes closed.
Me: Nisha, what is this? Why are you here?
She opened her eyes.
Nisha: You were looking through the window yesterday, why?
Me: Just because.
She looked at my room door, then at me, and smiled.
Nisha: Haha... I locked it, don't worry.
Me: Hmm.
Nisha: Be quiet.
Me: Nisha, if my mom sees...
Nisha: I told your mom and came here.
Me: What? How?
Nisha: I told her I had a problem in my room last night and couldn't sleep in my sister's room, so I came to stay in your room.
How did my mom agree so easily? Well, it's for my good, I thought.
Then she squeezed my penis.
Me: Ahh....
Nisha: What's wrong with yours, it's like this even in sleep?
Me: I don't know.
Nisha: Take it out, show me.
I slowly pulled down my pants. With her delicate fingers, she pulled back the foreskin from the head of my penis and started playing with it. So much pleasure in the morning!
Me: Ahh Nisha, stop.
Nisha: Hey, do you want my lips?
Me: No, that was just a slip.
Nisha: I want them, will you give them to me?
Me: Yes....
Her hand speeded up.
She put her face on mine. Nisha: Hold my head and kiss my lips.
I held her head with my left hand, lifted my neck, and took her lips. How delicate her rose petals were. I started sucking them warmly with my mouth, and she also kissed me in response.
For five minutes, I sucked her lips without thinking. We couldn't breathe, so I let go.
Both of us were breathing heavily. As she scratched my penis with her index finger, it swelled.
When she rubbed the glands of my penis with her thumb, my body tingled, and I lifted my hips.
Uff, if I came, it would be a big problem. My room doesn't have a bathroom. If I came in the bed, the blanket would get dirty.
Me: No Nisha, please, the blanket will get ruined.
Nisha: Hey, I really like your dick.
Me: Geez, Nisha, why would you talk like that?
Nisha: It's okay.
She kissed me again. I kissed her back and started biting her lower lip passionately. She was passionately playing with my penis. Fear was rising in me.
Me: Hah Nisha, no.
Nisha: Hmm, I want it.
Me: Please, Teacher, let go.
That's it, she let go. She looked at me angrily.
Me: Sorry.
Nisha: Okay, bye. You don't want me, right? You don't like me, right? Don't even come to tuition. Bye.
Me: I didn't say that.
She sulked, made a face, opened the door, and left. I closed the door before my family could see.
That night, I watched Nisha's room as usual. Today, the window was open. Nisha had just entered her room, went towards the wardrobe, took off her pants, put on shorts, and came to the window. She saw me.
Nisha: Hey, what are you looking at?
Me: Nothing.
Nisha: Go to sleep, it's eleven.
Me: Yeah, I'll go. Good night.
She smiled, said, "Good night," and closed the curtain.
I then went to sleep. I was only thinking about Nisha, her thighs, her waist, the thought of holding her waist made me feel hot, and also what I had spent with Asha. I was asleep, but my little brother was awake.
In the morning, the sunlight fell on my face, and I opened my eyes. I felt a slight weight on my forehead, and when I looked up, it was a white left hand. I touched that hand with my left hand and caressed it. How soft it was.
"Whose hand is this?" I wondered, looking to the side. Those same rose lips, a small pointed nose, milky white complexion. What was Nisha doing next to me? I was stunned and sat up.
My penis was hard between my eyes, Nisha's right hand was inside my pants, wrapped around my erect penis and holding it.
How did Nisha get inside? Oh, right, yesterday I forgot to lock the door from the inside. But still, didn't my mom see?
Whatever, I leaned back. Seeing Nisha's face made me smile. She was eight years older than me, but she seemed very cute. As I touched her right cheek and looked at her lips, my thumb automatically brushed her lower lip.
I wanted to look at her more, so I moved closer and continued to brush her lips. Was she in a deep sleep, or was she pretending, or was I dreaming? I couldn't understand anything.
I kept looking at her lips. I couldn't hear anything except the ceiling fan above, Nisha's breathing below, and my own breathing.
In the blink of an eye, Nisha moved her face forward and touched her lips to mine. My cold body was suddenly filled with warmth.
I was shocked. I moved back.
She was smiling with her eyes closed.
Me: Nisha, what is this? Why are you here?
She opened her eyes.
Nisha: You were looking through the window yesterday, why?
Me: Just because.
She looked at my room door, then at me, and smiled.
Nisha: Haha... I locked it, don't worry.
Me: Hmm.
Nisha: Be quiet.
Me: Nisha, if my mom sees...
Nisha: I told your mom and came here.
Me: What? How?
Nisha: I told her I had a problem in my room last night and couldn't sleep in my sister's room, so I came to stay in your room.
How did my mom agree so easily? Well, it's for my good, I thought.
Then she squeezed my penis.
Me: Ahh....
Nisha: What's wrong with yours, it's like this even in sleep?
Me: I don't know.
Nisha: Take it out, show me.
I slowly pulled down my pants. With her delicate fingers, she pulled back the foreskin from the head of my penis and started playing with it. So much pleasure in the morning!
Me: Ahh Nisha, stop.
Nisha: Hey, do you want my lips?
Me: No, that was just a slip.
Nisha: I want them, will you give them to me?
Me: Yes....
Her hand speeded up.
She put her face on mine. Nisha: Hold my head and kiss my lips.
I held her head with my left hand, lifted my neck, and took her lips. How delicate her rose petals were. I started sucking them warmly with my mouth, and she also kissed me in response.
For five minutes, I sucked her lips without thinking. We couldn't breathe, so I let go.
Both of us were breathing heavily. My penis was throbbing as she scratched it with her index finger.
When she rubbed the glands of my penis with her thumb, my body tingled, and I lifted my hips.
Uff, if I came, it would be a big problem. My room doesn't have a bathroom. If I came in the bed, the blanket would get dirty.
Me: No Nisha, please, the blanket will get ruined.
Nisha: Hey, I really like your dick.
Me: Geez, Nisha, why would you talk like that?
Nisha: It's okay.
She kissed me again. I kissed her back and started biting her lower lip passionately. She was passionately playing with my penis. Fear was rising in me.
Me: Hah Nisha, no.
Nisha: Hmm, I want it.
Me: Please, Teacher, let go.
That's it, she let go. She looked at me angrily.
Me: Sorry.
Nisha: Okay, bye. You don't want me, right? You don't like me, right? Don't even come to tuition. Bye.
Me: I didn't say that.
She sulked, made a face, opened the door, and left. I closed the door before my family could see.
Nisha taught me. She was a bit strict with me. She made me repeat what she asked and rewrite what I had already written. In the middle, Asha gave us some lemonade once.
It was 5 PM. Nisha told me to go home. Asha was in the kitchen talking to her husband. Nisha didn't come out of her room. I felt a desire when I saw Asha. I looked at Asha to tell her I was leaving, and she signaled me to come.
As I took a step towards her, she hung up the phone. As soon as I entered the kitchen, she grabbed my shirt collar, pulled me, and pushed me against the wall.
I was surprised, "What is she doing?" I thought Nisha saw what happened and would scold me. I looked into her eyes with fear. She came closer to me and pressed her full breasts against my chest. The pressure of her breasts felt very soft to me. She was warm, and her breasts were like cotton balls.
But I saw some sadness in her face.
Asha: Do you remember what the doctor said after we went to the hospital yesterday?
She was talking so close to me, it made me dizzy.
Me: Yeah.
Asha: Last night, I asked my husband, and he said he wouldn't drink.
Me: Oh no.
Asha: Do you know any small children in our colony?
Me: Why?
Asha: I want to give them my milk.
Me: There's no one younger than me in our street except your Nikhil.
She moved back. I remained silent.
She took my right hand and placed it on her left breast.
"Is this really happening?" I thought. "Ah, her breast felt like a cotton ball to my fingerprints." From inside her jacket, warm currents of air from her skin touched my hands. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, wondering how my touch felt to her.
I softly called out, "Asha."
She opened her eyes. Asha: You like milk, right?
Me: Hmm... yes.
Asha: It hurts here.
I gently pressed my fingers and carefully touched her breast. Maybe it hurt her, she quietly cried, "Ahh."
I immediately let go of her breast. Asha looked at me deeply.
Asha: Hold it.
Me: It hurts.
Asha: It's okay, hold it.
I brought my right hand back up and cupped her breast in my palm.
Asha: Mmmmmm.... she moaned with a lustful expression, biting her lip.
I didn't know what to say. She had to ask me, then I would have the upper hand.
Me: Asha, I have to go home.
Asha: I need a favor.
Me: What?
Asha: It hurts here because I have too much milk. You have to relieve it.
Me: What? How can I do that?
Asha: You like milk, right? You have to drink my milk.
Am I dreaming? No, no, I understood this morning that this was happening. I just didn't expect it so soon.
Now I have to answer her carefully.
Me: But Asha... that...
Asha: But nothing. Do you like milk or not?
Me: I do.
Asha: Drink my milk every evening. You don't need to drink it at home. Tell your mom you drank it at tuition.
That's enough, what more do I need? Just a small doubt, and I need clarity on that too.
Me: Okay, I'll go home and get my Naruto milk cup.
Asha: No need.
Me: But I drink milk in that every day.
Asha held my hand and led me to her bedroom. Nikhil was sleeping in the cradle there. She made me sit on the bed, sat next to me, and held my face.
Asha: Look, Shiva, you shouldn't tell anyone about this, okay?
Me: Why?
Asha: You're not a small child. It wouldn't look good if I gave milk to a college-going boy instead of a small child. Everyone will call me bad.
Me: Why would they say that?
She must be thinking, "Poor boy, he doesn't even know this," and feels sorry for me.
Asha: You don't know, just listen to what I'm saying.
Me: Hmm, okay.
She leaned towards me and kissed my lips with hers. Dizzily, I put my hand behind her head and kissed her. I sucked both of her lips alternately and then released them.
She put her hands on my shoulders, pulled me into her lap, and made my head rest on her thighs. Now, like a baby, I leaned my head and neck on her legs.
I knew what was going to happen now. She would open her blouse, reveal her breasts, and tell me to suck. As I thought this, hormones surged in my brain, sending signals through my nerves, and my penis suddenly hardened. I think she couldn't see it because my legs were folded.
Asha: Now I'll put my breast in your mouth, and milk will come out. You have to drink it.
I silently nodded yes. She unhooked the bottom two hooks of her blouse, lifted her bra from the lower edge of her left breast, and exposed half of her breast. "Oh, it's like a mango, white and swollen, with a red cherry-like nipple." My eagerness couldn't be contained, and I opened my mouth. She leaned down and touched her nipple to my lips.
Uff... my penis twitched. But I had to act as if I knew nothing. So, even though she was offering, I pretended not to notice.
She pushed her nipple into my mouth. I kept my mouth open.
Asha: Now close your mouth.
This was my chance, so I softly bit Asha's soft mango-like breast with my lips, as if biting into mango pulp. Her breast was sweet, with the smell of milk and sweat, which intoxicated me.
Asha released her breast and held my face, crying out, "Aaaah!"
I reduced the pressure and looked at her. She was caressing my face. I pulled my face away and to the side.
Me: No milk is coming.
Asha: Don't bite, suck.
I again moved my tongue over her nipple and licked it.
Asha: Mmmmmm....
I took it into my mouth and sucked it like a rupee Pepsi.
Her warm, delicious milk spurted into my mouth. My excitement grew. I held Asha's hand, lifted my neck to her nipple, and took more than she offered into my mouth, sucking vigorously.
She closed her eyes and remained like a doll. I didn't want to do anything now. I'll see about it when I suck again another time.
I spent about six minutes silently doing nothing but sucking her breast and drinking milk. She suddenly held my head and pushed it aside.
Asha: That's enough for today.
Me: The milk is sweet, I want some more.
Asha: No, Nikhil needs it. You drank a lot. I'll give it to you tomorrow, okay?
"Tomorrow?" I thought, "I might have to wait until next week."
Me: Did your pain decrease?
Asha: Ha, thanks.
Me: Asha, will you give me a kiss? .... and sat up.
Asha kissed my lips again. I sucked her upper lip, and we both leaned sideways on the bed, I put my left leg over her, and sweetly bit her upper lip with both of my lips. She was also licking my lips.
Me: Your lips are sweet too.
Asha: Will you suck my lips and milk every day?
Me: Yes.
She held my cheeks, lifted my neck, and put her mouth into mine. I made my tongue rub against hers.
Asha: Ummm.
Me: Mmmm.
As our saliva flowed onto her cheekbones, I licked her cheeks. Her cheeks turned red like hibiscus flowers. She looked at me with surprise.
Me: What happened?
Asha: Nothing, thanks.
Me: I don't want thanks.... and took her lower lip again.
She quickly released the kiss.
Asha: Enough, go, he'll be home soon.
Me: Okay, bye.
At night, I watched Nisha's room as usual. Today, the window was open. Nisha had just entered her room, went towards the wardrobe, took off her pants, put on shorts, and came to the window. She saw me.
Nisha: Hey, what are you looking at?
Me: Nothing.
Nisha: Go to sleep, it's eleven.
Me: Yeah, I'll go. Good night.
She smiled, said, "Good night," and closed the curtain.
I then went to sleep. I was only thinking about Nisha, her thighs, her waist, the thought of holding her waist made me feel hot, and also what I had spent with Asha. I was asleep, but my little brother was awake.
In the morning, the sunlight fell on my face, and I opened my eyes. I felt a slight weight on my forehead, and when I looked up, it was a white left hand. I touched that hand with my left hand and caressed it. How soft it was.
"Whose hand is this?" I wondered, looking to the side. Those same rose lips, a small pointed nose, milky white complexion. What was Nisha doing next to me? I was stunned and sat up.
My penis was hard between my eyes, Nisha's right hand was inside my pants, wrapped around my erect penis and holding it.
How did Nisha get inside? Oh, right, yesterday I forgot to lock the door from the inside. But still, didn't my mom see?
Whatever, I leaned back. Seeing Nisha's face made me smile. She was eight years older than me, but she seemed very cute. As I touched her right cheek and looked at her lips, my thumb automatically brushed her lower lip.
I wanted to look at her more, so I moved closer and continued to brush her lips. Was she in a deep sleep, or was she pretending, or was I dreaming? I couldn't understand anything.
I kept looking at her lips. I couldn't hear anything except the ceiling fan above, Nisha's breathing below, and my own breathing.
In the blink of an eye, Nisha moved her face forward and touched her lips to mine. My cold body was suddenly filled with warmth.
I was shocked. I moved back.
She was smiling with her eyes closed.
Me: Nisha, what is this? Why are you here?
She opened her eyes.
Nisha: You were looking through the window yesterday, why?
Me: Just because.
She looked at my room door, then at me, and smiled.
Nisha: Haha... I locked it, don't worry.
Me: Hmm.
Nisha: Be quiet.
Me: Nisha, if my mom sees...
Nisha: I told your mom and came here.
Me: What? How?
Nisha: I told her I had a problem in my room last night and couldn't sleep in my sister's room, so I came to stay in your room.
How did my mom agree so easily? Well, it's for my good, I thought.
Then she squeezed my penis.
Me: Ahh....
Nisha: What's wrong with yours, it's like this even in sleep?
Me: I don't know.
Nisha: Take it out, show me.
I slowly pulled down my pants. With her delicate fingers, she pulled back the foreskin from the head of my penis and started playing with it. So much pleasure in the morning!
Me: Ahh Nisha, stop.
Nisha: Hey, do you want my lips?
Me: No, that was just a slip.
Nisha: I want them, will you give them to me?
Me: Yes....
Her hand speeded up.
She put her face on mine. Nisha: Hold my head and kiss my lips.
I held her head with my left hand, lifted my neck, and took her lips. How delicate her rose petals were. I started sucking them warmly with my mouth, and she also kissed me in response.
For five minutes, I sucked her lips without thinking. We couldn't breathe, so I let go.
Both of us were breathing heavily. As she scratched my penis with her index finger, it swelled.
When she rubbed the glands of my penis with her thumb, my body tingled, and I lifted my hips.
Uff, if I came, it would be a big problem. My room doesn't have a bathroom. If I came in the bed, the blanket would get dirty.
Me: No Nisha, please, the blanket will get ruined.
Nisha: Hey, I really like your dick.
Me: Geez, Nisha, why would you talk like that?
Nisha: It's okay.
She kissed me again. I kissed her back and started biting her lower lip passionately. She was passionately playing with my penis. Fear was rising in me.
Me: Hah Nisha, no.
Nisha: Hmm, I want it.
Me: Please, Teacher, let go.
That's it, she let go. She looked at me angrily.
Me: Sorry.
Nisha: Okay, bye. You don't want me, right? You don't like me, right? Don't even come to tuition. Bye.
Me: I didn't say that.
She sulked, made a face, opened the door, and left. I closed the door before my family could see.
That night, I watched Nisha's room as usual. Today, the window was open. Nisha had just entered her room, went towards the wardrobe, took off her pants, put on shorts, and came to the window. She saw me.
Nisha: Hey, what are you looking at?
Me: Nothing.
Nisha: Go to sleep, it's eleven.
Me: Yeah, I'll go. Good night.
She smiled, said, "Good night," and closed the curtain.
I then went to sleep. I was only thinking about Nisha, her thighs, her waist, the thought of holding her waist made me feel hot, and also what I had spent with Asha. I was asleep, but my little brother was awake.
In the morning, the sunlight fell on my face, and I opened my eyes. I felt a slight weight on my forehead, and when I looked up, it was a white left hand. I touched that hand with my left hand and caressed it. How soft it was.
"Whose hand is this?" I wondered, looking to the side. Those same rose lips, a small pointed nose, milky white complexion. What was Nisha doing next to me? I was stunned and sat up.
My penis was hard between my eyes, Nisha's right hand was inside my pants, wrapped around my erect penis and holding it.
How did Nisha get inside? Oh, right, yesterday I forgot to lock the door from the inside. But still, didn't my mom see?
Whatever, I leaned back. Seeing Nisha's face made me smile. She was eight years older than me, but she seemed very cute. As I touched her right cheek and looked at her lips, my thumb automatically brushed her lower lip.
I wanted to look at her more, so I moved closer and continued to brush her lips. Was she in a deep sleep, or was she pretending, or was I dreaming? I couldn't understand anything.
I kept looking at her lips. I couldn't hear anything except the ceiling fan above, Nisha's breathing below, and my own breathing.
In the blink of an eye, Nisha moved her face forward and touched her lips to mine. My cold body was suddenly filled with warmth.
I was shocked. I moved back.
She was smiling with her eyes closed.
Me: Nisha, what is this? Why are you here?
She opened her eyes.
Nisha: You were looking through the window yesterday, why?
Me: Just because.
She looked at my room door, then at me, and smiled.
Nisha: Haha... I locked it, don't worry.
Me: Hmm.
Nisha: Be quiet.
Me: Nisha, if my mom sees...
Nisha: I told your mom and came here.
Me: What? How?
Nisha: I told her I had a problem in my room last night and couldn't sleep in my sister's room, so I came to stay in your room.
How did my mom agree so easily? Well, it's for my good, I thought.
Then she squeezed my penis.
Me: Ahh....
Nisha: What's wrong with yours, it's like this even in sleep?
Me: I don't know.
Nisha: Take it out, show me.
I slowly pulled down my pants. With her delicate fingers, she pulled back the foreskin from the head of my penis and started playing with it. So much pleasure in the morning!
Me: Ahh Nisha, stop.
Nisha: Hey, do you want my lips?
Me: No, that was just a slip.
Nisha: I want them, will you give them to me?
Me: Yes....
Her hand speeded up.
She put her face on mine. Nisha: Hold my head and kiss my lips.
I held her head with my left hand, lifted my neck, and took her lips. How delicate her rose petals were. I started sucking them warmly with my mouth, and she also kissed me in response.
For five minutes, I sucked her lips without thinking. We couldn't breathe, so I let go.
Both of us were breathing heavily. My penis was throbbing as she scratched it with her index finger.
When she rubbed the glands of my penis with her thumb, my body tingled, and I lifted my hips.
Uff, if I came, it would be a big problem. My room doesn't have a bathroom. If I came in the bed, the blanket would get dirty.
Me: No Nisha, please, the blanket will get ruined.
Nisha: Hey, I really like your dick.
Me: Geez, Nisha, why would you talk like that?
Nisha: It's okay.
She kissed me again. I kissed her back and started biting her lower lip passionately. She was passionately playing with my penis. Fear was rising in me.
Me: Hah Nisha, no.
Nisha: Hmm, I want it.
Me: Please, Teacher, let go.
That's it, she let go. She looked at me angrily.
Me: Sorry.
Nisha: Okay, bye. You don't want me, right? You don't like me, right? Don't even come to tuition. Bye.
Me: I didn't say that.
She sulked, made a face, opened the door, and left. I closed the door before my family could see.
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