20-07-2025, 02:09 PM
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The place was gorgeous. Too perfect. A big white villa tucked between palms, sloping into a private lake that shimmered gold in the late sun.But I wasn’t looking at the view.
I carried our bags upstairs. Claimed a room with a lake view. Closed the door. My phone buzzed — nothing from her.
I texted:Come up.
No reply.
I sat on the bed, hard already. Thinking about what she’d said yesterday: "I’m on the pill now."
She wanted me to fuck her raw. Finally. No barrier. Skin on skin.
We’d never done it without. And now just the idea had me throbbing.
Another car pulled up. A door slammed.
Voices downstairs.
My cock twitched. I adjusted myself. Pictured her walking in, flushed from the heat, shirt clinging to her tits. That look in her eye. That guilty smile.
Fuck’s sake, Meher... come up before I explode.
I heard footsteps on the wooden stairs. Slow. Careless. A giggle. Then a voice—hers—laughing at something someone said. Not just hers.
I stood. My cock already hard, aching inside my jeans. She still hadn’t replied to my message. But now she was coming up?
The door creaked open.
She entered—flushed, glowing from the heat outside, her white tee sticking to her curves, clinging to her breasts like second skin. Her nipples... God, they were faintly visible. She laughed, brushing hair off her face. I stepped forward. Closed the door behind her.
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I didn’t even let her finish what she was saying. My mouth was on hers—desperate, hungry. My hands slid to the small of her back, pulling her against me.
“Mmmph... Aarav?” she gasped, laughing into the kiss. Her body was soft, warm, familiar. But there was something different. A distance. Or maybe just time.
She pulled back, eyes wide. “Oh my God... you’re hard?”
I didn’t pretend. “Yeah,” I said. “Thinking about what you told me last night.”
Her face went crimson. That guilty smile. She bit her lip.
“Meher... I’ve been going crazy,” I said. “You’re on the pill now. Do you expect me to not be hard?”
She smacked my chest playfully, laughing. “Aarav... everyone’s downstairs. Riya, Kunal...”
“So?”
“It’s not even night yet!”
“I don’t care. I want to do it now. Day, night... fuck, I’d do it while we’re having breakfast tomorrow if I could.”
I slid my hands over her waist, caressing the curves I knew too well. My cock throbbed as I pressed against her belly. Her eyes widened.
She exhaled, shaking her head. “You’re such a pervert.”
“Only for you,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “You know how long I’ve waited to feel you... like this... raw.”
“Aarav... we said tonight.”
“I can’t wait till tonight,” I said, desperate. “You dropped this thought in my head... and now it’s strangling me.”
She looked up at me. Her eyes softened. Her hand came up to cup my face — warm, trembling.
“You really want to?” she whispered.
“More than anything.”
There was a pause. Her breath hitched.
And then she smiled — wide, wicked, beautiful. “Let’s do it.”
“God... yes.” I laughed, half-relieved, half-crazy. My heart was pounding. My hands trembled.
She pushed me gently onto the bed… and for a moment, it felt like the very first time all over again.
From childhood friends to lovers, we’d grown up with each other — literally. I was her first. She was mine. Our first time had been in Class 12, and I still remembered every damn detail. Fifth July. Her home. Rima aunty had to rush unexpectedly to the office… and Meher had looked at me and said, “Let’s do it.”
That day was... sacred. Soft. Stupidly beautiful.
And now — right now — watching her bite her lip as she slowly removed her top, I felt the same stupid thrill in my chest. Only now\... her body had changed. Fuller. Softer. More womanly. Her boobs looked bigger. Her hips... slightly wider. She was still Meher — but more.
I reached out and stopped her hand, unable to stop staring.
My cock was already stiff and aching inside my jeans, twitching with every breath she took. My thumbs found the hem of her tee, lifting it slowly until a strip of dusky skin revealed itself between her shirt and the waistband of her shorts. Her tight little navel peeked out — a soft, horizontal dash that scrunched slightly as she laughed.
“What are you doing?” she teased, smirking down at me.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered — honest and dazed.
Her hand came up to ruffle through my hair, and I leaned in to kiss just above her bellybutton, taking a warm mouthful of her skin and pressing it gently between my lips. My hands slid down, working the button of her shorts loose, then the zipper.
Meher leaned back on her arms, watching me.
I looked down — a dark sliver of black cotton visible between the open V of her khaki shorts — then slipped the loose flannel shirt off her shoulders. She helped, shrugging it off with an elegant little shrug.
While she tossed it aside, I was already lifting her T-shirt upward, and she didn’t stop me.
Now she sat before me — in just a plain black bra, her shorts undone, legs slightly apart… just watching me, letting me take her in.
I ran a hand through her soft hair and kissed her forehead. “You gonna help, or just gonna let me do all the work?”
She grinned. “I like what you’re doing.”
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I dropped to my knees between Meher’s parted thighs again, the warmth of her skin calling me like a prayer. I kissed her belly, tasting her heat, slowly climbing up till my nose nudged the curve of her bra. Her breath hitched — soft, almost shy — and fuck, it made my heart pound.
My hands slid behind her back, found the clasp with muscle memory, and I undid it in one clean snap. The moment her bra loosened, her breasts dropped just a little with a natural softness that made my breath catch. The fabric slipped off, and there they were — two dusky-soft mounds with tight, rosy-brown nipples standing proud.
“I love your breasts,” I murmured like a confession.
“Do you?” she asked, voice teasing but trembling. She knew.
Instead of answering, I leaned in and sucked her nipple slowly into my mouth. Her scent — that mix of perfume, body soap, and that natural aroused warmth — wrapped around me, dizzying. I let my tongue swirl around the bud, then switched to the other one, licking and kissing till her breath turned heavier, more urgent.
She lay back slowly, breath dragging, her legs still parted, letting me get over her. And god, the sight of her — dark eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, her breasts rising with each breath, bare waist arching gently — I could’ve cum just from looking.
There was some noise downstairs, maybe laughter, maybe something breaking. Didn’t matter.
She flinched slightly under me. I whispered, “Easy, it’s fine.”
“I know,” she said, but her eyes darted away.
I kissed her, deeper this time, more possessive. Her mouth softened under mine. We lay sideways on the bed like teenagers making out for the first time, but our hands had different plans now. My fingers slid from between her breasts to her navel, tracing lower till I touched the waistband of her panties.
She sucked in a breath.
When Meher lies like this — stomach pulled in, hip bones jutting up like handles made for me to grab — she looks unreal. My fingers teased across that hip-to-hip hollow before slipping inside her panties. Her moan against my lips when I touched her slit was low, surprised, desperate.
So wet.
That’s when I knew. This was happening. No going back.
I kissed her deeper, more tongue, more bite. Her hand moved down my shirt, found my shorts, belt clinking. We undressed each other in breathless bursts, mouths never leaving, hands shameless.
My fingers moved over her folds, warm and slippery, teasing her clit till her hips rose to meet my hand. She whimpered into my mouth. Her hand found my cock under my briefs, rubbing the shape through the cloth. Then her fingers slipped in — and fuck — that first skin-on-skin touch made me jolt.
She giggled, lips against my jaw. “Somebody’s eager.”
“You have no idea,” I growled.
Her hand stroked me slow and wet. I was rock hard and throbbing. I could barely breathe.
“You ready?” I whispered, my fingers still gently rubbing her soaked entrance. I always asked. No matter how lost we got, I always asked.
She nodded, eyes on mine. And in that look — wet lips, hair messy, pupils blown wide — I saw it. She wanted this. Us. Now.
Sunlight spilled in through the window. It hit her skin and made it glow gold. I felt her heat against me, her scent thick in the air.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I want this to be real. I want to be your first like this… and your forever.”
She didn’t answer with words. Her mouth opened but her eyes softened — almost teary. She pulled me down and kissed me with everything.
I rolled on top of her, positioned between her legs. My cock slipped against her pussy lips, slick and hot. I rubbed against her — god, the sound alone, that wet slap — I’d never heard anything so filthy, so fucking perfect.
She widened her legs more.
“We’re both ready,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
I nodded. “So ready.”
And this time, no condom. No latex. No barrier.
Just me. Her. Skin to skin.
I lifted myself just enough, my hips shifting back until I felt the warm, slippery press of her opening against my tip. My breath hitched. My head spun like I was tumbling inside a dream — half-awake, fully lost.
“This feels different…” I whispered, barely able to speak.
Meher gasped softly, her brows pulled in sweet tension. “It’s… incredible…”
“I know,” I murmured, and brought my hand between us, holding myself at the base, guiding the head slowly over her. I didn’t want to rush. I didn’t even want to enter yet. I just wanted to stay there — barely touching, melting into the feeling of us.
Her lips parted in a breathy laugh, a moan tangled inside it. Her hips rolled up, chasing me, and I looked up to see her face — head tilted back into the pillow, her mouth open, eyes shut, flushed and glowing in the late afternoon light.
“Meher…” I breathed. The sight of her like that — her bare body under mine, open and waiting — nearly undid me.
I pulled back a bit, watching her thighs part wider, knees bending up instinctively, making room for everything we were about to do. I knelt between her legs, my thighs warm against hers, and looked down at where I touched her — our skin wet and glistening. I held myself in one hand and gently ran the head along her slickness, parting her folds, stroking slowly from her entrance to that soft, sensitive hood. Her breath caught.
Each time I tapped or rubbed over her clit, her back arched a little, her fingers clutching at her breasts. Her nipples stood taut and dark and beautiful, her body humming under my touch.
She looked down at me, breathless. “Aarav…” she whispered. “Please… put it in me… I need you.”
Aarav was mesmerized. The head of his cock glistened, wet from Meher’s arousal, gliding up and down her bare, swollen folds. Her soft, dusky labia folded over him and then slipped apart with every stroke, spreading open along that slick, glistening seam of her body.
His heart wasn’t beating anymore — it was humming, buzzing in a single, trembling line of sensation.
Then she whispered, voice thick with need, “Do you… want to watch it go in?”
He froze.
The boy inside him — the teenage version of himself who had stared at her in college, stared at her tight salwars, who had once jerked off just thinking about her bare shoulder — he absolutely did. He wanted to see his cock disappear into the most beautiful girl he had ever known. But the man in him wanted it to be intimate. Wanted to be over her, kissing her lips, whispering her name when he finally entered her raw.
Still… the boy won.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
And Meher smiled, coy and open. She held herself open for him, hips parting, legs trembling.
Aarav nudged forward — gently, almost reverently — and the head of his cock slid in. Just the tip. His breath stuttered, and he watched, stunned, as his own belly visibly fluttered with the force of sensation. His whole lower body shuddered. “Oh fuck… oh my God…”
His balls curled tight, hugging the base of his shaft. He felt it — that inevitable tide, the early wave of orgasm clawing its way up, threatening to end it all before it even began.
He panicked. Fell forward, slipping out of her with a wet sigh, planting his weight on his elbows over her chest. Their bodies pressed together, his lips near her neck. He kissed her, urgently, needing to delay, to recover. His hands trembled against her shoulders. She was breathing hard too — not frustrated, just aching.
Then she whispered again — almost broken — “Aarav… please… please put it in me…”
She wriggled under him, her hipbones pressing into his pelvis, her body silently begging.
“Just… just a second,” he whispered. He could feel the heat pulsing inside him, right at the edge. He bit his lip. Tried to breathe. He couldn’t blow it now — not like this, not so soon.
“Please,” she moaned again, lips brushing his ear. “I need you inside me… please.”
He nodded, jaw tight. “I know, baby… I know.”
He pushed his hips back again, took himself in hand, and ran his cock once more along the hot, slippery line of her sex. His length was stiff, slick, and twitching, lined up at her entrance.
Then — with one careful, slow flex — he sank into her.
Raw. Bare. All of him.
Meher gasped beneath him — a breathy, high-pitched, involuntary sound — and Aarav almost lost control again. It was the most surreal, overwhelming feeling of his life. She was wet. Hot. Velvety. The walls of her body pulsed around him as he slid deeper, inch by aching inch.
No condom. No barrier. Just her.
Every part of her wrapped around his throbbing cock like she was made to take him in.
His body nearly spasmed from the intensity — a punch of pleasure right behind his navel. He could feel his orgasm rising again, wild and brutal, his balls drawn up, his spine buzzing.
But then Meher whispered, “Oh God, Aarav… it feels… oh my God… go slow. Please, slow\...”
That saved him.
Her voice grounded him. That voice he loved. That body he worshipped.
“Yeah,” he gasped. “Yeah, I will…”
He grabbed the sheets on either side of her head, knuckles white, locking himself in place as her tight warmth milked him inch by inch. He looked down at her — her eyes closed, her lips parted, flushed and helpless beneath him — and knew: this was it.
She was his.
And now, he was inside her, bare, deep, and desperate to make it last.
“You feel so good,” Meher whispered, her warm fingers resting just above my hips, her touch maddening. “Okay—don’t,” I muttered, breathless, her fingers making my whole body jerk. That slight movement slid my cock deeper inside her tight, wet heat, and I nearly lost it right then.
She whispered, “Don’t come... don’t come yet...”
“I won’t,” I said, my voice strained. But inside, I felt a wave of raw, primal pressure building, and her teasing tone only made it harder to hold back. Still, that tiny bit of challenge from her gave me something to hold onto, to grip against the storm surging inside me. “Just... don’t move,” I begged, needing a second to breathe, to survive.
“Doesn’t it feel amazing, Aarav?” she whispered against my lips, her voice full of wonder and trembling lust.
“You’re... incredible,” I gasped. “I can’t believe it feels this good. I love you, Meher... I love you so much.”
I planted my elbows beside her, keeping my body still, trying not to thrust, not to lose it all in a single twitch. My stomach was tight as a drum, trembling. Every slight shift between us sent electric jolts of pleasure through my spine.
She kissed me again, soft and deep, moaning into my mouth, “My God, can you believe this? Can you believe how it feels?”
“No,” I breathed. “I never imagined...”
“Why did we ever use condoms?” she whispered, giggling against my neck.
“I know,” I laughed weakly. “You feel like heaven, Meher... I can’t explain it.”
“Can you move now?” she asked gently.
“I think so,” I said, lying. I *didn’t* think so. But I couldn’t resist anymore. I let my hips sink a little deeper, groaning as I bottomed out inside her—tight, wet, unbelievable.
“Are you all the way in?”
“I’m in... all the way.”
Her eyes widened. “We’re having sex, Aarav. Real, actual, real sex.” Her nails grazed the back of my neck, and I felt her wrap her legs around me.
“You’re my first,” I said, voice tight. “My only.”
“And I’m so glad,” she whispered, kissing me again with a tremble in her lips.
But now the pressure inside me wasn’t just rising—it was boiling. My balls were tight, my thighs clenched. The urge to come was so strong, it felt like my body was fighting me.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered, pressing my hips tightly against hers, trying to hold myself still, to fight the inevitable.
“Don’t come,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Not yet, baby...”
“Don’t say that,” I gasped. “Don’t talk... shh... shh... please...”
Meher pov:
Aaravhad tickled and teased at her, and the slippery, skin-on-skin feel of his unprotected penis had sent cold, electric shocks crawling up her belly. Her legs had squirmed helplessly against the sheets of her own bed. Now that he was fully inside, she felt every inch of him in a way she never had before. His cock felt hotter, thicker, alive — pulsing deep inside her, rubbing up against her from within like it belonged there. It was real. She could feel the veins pressing into her tight canal, the flared ridge of his swollen tip dragging against her wetness.
And oh god — the wet. Sticky, hot, maddening. Her own and his. It was everywhere. She could feel it coating her thighs, his shaft, their skins sliding wetly together. It didn’t feel like shame or guilt — it felt like freedom.
This was the real first time.
The time before, it had only hurt. That rubbery, strange, lifeless thing inside a condom had stabbed into her, dry and wrong. Her arms had prickled with heat, like a rash had broken out across her skin. She had lifted them off the bedsheet because they stung. And Harrison — sweet, hesitant Harrison — had stroked her hair and whispered, “We can stop, it’s okay,” his voice soft with concern.
But she had insisted. “No, just… do it.” She needed it to be over. She had wanted the burden gone. Wanted to say she wasn’t a virgin anymore. To tell her friends it was done. To scratch it off her body like a label she never asked for. Aarav had been the boy she trusted. That was enough.
But this time — this time was Meher’s. Her body clung to him like it had waited for this moment, wet and aching and alive.
“Oh God, don’t move,” Harrison groaned again, his breath ragged. A bead of sweat hung at the tip of his nose, ready to fall. His cock throbbed deep inside her, swelling more, twitching. She could feel the slipperiness growing — he was leaking more warmth inside her, and it made her gasp.
It had happened on the 5th of July, 2016 — early evening — sound od children playing had faded in the air. The golden light still lingered outside Meher’s window, filtering through her floral curtains. Somewhere beyond the walls of her bedroom, kids laughed in the gully, and a pressure cooker hissed faintly from the neighbors' kitchen.
She hadn’t showered after work. Her summer job at the food court left her hair smelling of masala and oil, and she’d worried about it as they undressed. He hadn’t seemed to mind. He was too caught in her eyes, her skin, her trembling body.
It had been at her house — her room. Her own pillow under her head. Her dupatta tossed aside near the dresser, her kurti bunched around her chest, and her panties hanging loose from one foot. She remembered how she had half-expected her mom to walk in at any second and scream. She imagined judgment in her mother’s eyes — not because of religion, but because of shame. Desi shame. Quiet shame. Girls like Meher don’t do things like this.
But here she was. Legs spread open. Breath caught. And Harrison inside her — no rubber, no hesitation — just skin, heat, and wetness.
The emotional connection that evening was overwhelming — deeper than the act itself — and far more powerful than any rhythm of skin meeting skin. It was enough to soften the sharpness of what had, in truth, been a disorienting, painful experience. She had cried afterward. Not loudly. Just quietly — lying curled against his chest on her own bedsheet, her legs sticky and thighs sore.
It hadn’t gone the way she thought it would. There was no lightning bolt, no magic. Just the ache of stretching, the sting of breaking — and then, shame. A strange, hollow shame. A silent voice whispering, ab tu woh nahi rahi... She was no longer a virgin. That invisible label, worn all her life without choosing it, was now peeled away. Something irreversible had happened, something she couldn’t take back. Something she had given.
But somehow… it still felt okay.
She had done it with the one person she trusted beyond all — with Aarav. Her best friend. Her first kiss. Her constant. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. That knowledge, that security, had comforted her more than the act itself. That night, when he held her close — the condom still damp and dangling from his hand, her body raw and trembling — she had felt... safe.
Then came the laughter.
Her voice still hoarse from moaning, her breath caught in hiccups of giggles, she’d tapped a finger against the little reservoir tip of the condom, the white fluid wobbling inside.
“That could’ve been inside me, idiot,” she’d said.
Aarav had grinned sheepishly, half-proud, half-embarrassed. “You mean it wasn't romantic?”
They had laughed so hard, her cheeks still wet with tears.
After that, they didn’t do it again for two weeks.
And when they did, it was different. They were alone in his flat — his parents out of town, and a lie neatly crafted. She wasn’t at a cousin’s wedding. She was here, barefoot in the kitchen, trying to cook Maggi with too much water while he brought her chilled cola from the fridge.
That night, they played house. They watched TV in bed. She wore his oversized tee. Her hair still smelled of shampoo and her skin was warm from the towel. He kissed her navel and she didn’t flinch. He went down on her and she let him. She moaned without apology.
That time, it didn’t feel like giving something away. It felt like taking something — something new. Ownership of her body, of her desires.
But even that night… there was something hovering. Something heavy. Like a storm cloud over a sunny afternoon.
This time — this day, this weekend — it was worse.
Because this time, there was real loss on the horizon. She was leaving.Soon. For Delhi. For the post-grad course she had always dreamt of. The application was accepted. The bags nearly packed. Aarav still pretended he was okay with it, but she knew him too well. Knew that silence of his. That half-smile. That tightening jaw when someone brought it up.
And so, tonight, she avoided it. Like she always did when something scared her.
Not now. Not when her body was melting in his hands. Not when her legs were wrapped around him again. Not when his breath was hot against her neck and his love so painfully visible in the way he touched her.
She wasn’t ready to feel that loss yet.
“Stay still, stay still,” Aarav sighed, his face pinched tight. The bead of sweat plopped on her cheek. “I’m trying,” she whispered. “Please, don’t come yet ...”
Now they were wrapped around each other—breathing hard, clinging. Their bodies damp with sweat, skin slipping and sticking, the wet warmth of their moment clinging to their bare chests and thighs. Meher could hear Aarav's heart thudding against hers like a trapped bird. She wasn’t sure if it was hers or his breath on her shoulder anymore.
After a long breathless pause, she whispered, “Theek ho?”
He nodded faintly. “Haan…”
But the moment he moved his hips back slightly, his face twisted. “Oh shit,” he groaned, stomach clenched, muscles drawn tight like pulled wire.
“Just go, Aarav… bas karo ab…” she whispered urgently, voice trembling, patting his back like she couldn’t hold still anymore.
“Kya?”
“just do it”
His mind wanted to hold back, be gentle, do it properly… but his body didn’t wait. His hips took over.
He thrust into her again—and the gasp that escaped her lips was something else, something raw and real. That sound undid him. He moved, pulled back, pushed in. Again. And again. Ten desperate, hungry strokes — each one shaking the old wooden bed with a dull thak-thak, until the headboard hit the wall with a clang.
Meher cried out, not from pain but from something deeper, something breaking open inside her. She felt him—truly felt him—and suddenly the shame, the awkwardness, everything melted.
“Yes… oh God yes… I can feel you…” she whispered fiercely, arms curling around his neck, legs wrapping higher up his waist like her body refused to let go.
It wasn’t the most graceful or slow moment. But it was theirs.
He trembled above her, jerking helplessly with each pulse inside her—his seed flooding in, warm and thick. Her breath caught as her inner walls clenched, body reacting instinctively.
“Ohh… haan… andar aa gaya…” she gasped softly, face pressed against his sweaty neck. “Sab kuch feel ho raha hai…”
His thrusts slowed but didn’t stop, still rolling, still bucking as if trying to give her more. That slippery, slick, dripping feeling as he moved inside her made her head spin.
She felt full. She felt marked.
He groaned against her ear, “Oh God…”
Hearing her say those things—dirty, desperate—was undoing him completely. They’d kissed, touched, even joked naughtily before. But this was different.
It wasn’t just sex. It was surrender.
Meher held him tight, as if something precious might escape. Her body trembling, her breath ragged. She wasn’t sure if it was aftershocks or just the rush of everything—love, loss, shame, pleasure. But right now, in that messy, clumsy tangle, she felt more alive than ever.
Aarav pov:
When it was finally done, Aarav collapsed over her, still panting.
Aarav:l“That was... un... unreal.”
Meher didn’t say anything right away. She wasn’t out of breath, and something in that made him feel a pang of disappointment. But he knew he could try again. Soon.
Aarav:“Was that okay?”
Meher:“It’s okay.” (a pause, then softly) “We can go again later.
He felt regret twist in his stomach.
Aarav:“I’m sorry.”
Meher:“It’s a compliment. I’m just too hot for you.”
He let out a small laugh, inhaling the soft scent behind her ear, at the nape of her neck.
Aarav:“Thank you. And that’s true. You’re way too hot for me.”
Meher:“I know.
She patted his back, gently nudging him off her. He rolled to the side and lay next to her on his back, still catching his breath. She stared quietly at the ceiling, her hands resting between her thighs.
Aarav:“That was so incredible.
Meher:“I really do wish I got on the pill earlier.”
Aarav:“I know you were worried about your health.”
Meher:“Still... it felt amazing.”
He gently nudged her hip with the back of his wrist. She found his hand and laced her fingers with his.
Aarav:“What does it feel like?”
She shifted her hips a little, thinking.
Meher:“Wet. Really wet.”
Aarav:“Does it feel good?”
She nodded without hesitation.
Meher:“Yes.
Aarav:Really? You like how it feels?”
Meher
with a soft laugh)“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”
Aarav:“Doesn’t it feel weird?”
She sat up now, folding her legs under herself, wrapping her arms around her ankles.
Meher:It does, a little. But women were made to receive, Aarav. You just think it’s gross because you’re imagining a guy coming inside your—”
A small, unexpected sound interrupted her—a faint bubble-like noise between her legs. She looked down with a slight grimace and instinctively covered herself.
Aarav:“What?”
Meher:“Nothing.”* (her gaze drifting to the side) “Some of it’s... coming out.”
Aarav:“That’s okay. I think that’s normal.”
Meher:*“Oh, all the girls you came inside told you that?”
Aarav:“Come on, you know\...”
Meher:“Porn?
Aarav:yes
Meher:You watch porn that shows that?”
Aarav:Not specifically. But... I’ve seen it.”
She looked at him for a long moment, the sun falling behind her back, casting a golden hue over her bare shoulders. Her long hair veiled her chest, her posture relaxed but mischievous.
Meher:You want to see it?
arav:“I—I do.”
Meher:Calm down.”
Aarav:No, really. I want to.”
Meher:“No way.”
Aarav:“Please... show me.”
Meher:no
Aarav:“Please, Meher...”
Meher:Really?
Aarav:“Come on. You asked me... Please, show me.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, then turned slightly, still sitting cross-legged. Her hands hovered over herself, hesitant. Then, slowly, she parted them and tucked them behind her back.
For a moment, he just stared—his breath caught. She looked at him, amused by his stunned silence.
Meher:“Oh boy.”
He exhaled, placing a hand over his heart.
Aarav:“Whoa.”
She laughed and closed her legs.
Aarav:“No, wait—don’t go!”
Meher:“I’m not getting your stuff on my bedsheet, Aarav.”
She stood, grabbing a nearby T-shirt and holding it between her legs as she walked to her bag.
Aarav:What now?”
Meher: don’t want to squat. Feels weird.”
He watched her, bare and glowing in the soft light, feeling like the luckiest man alive.
He tossed her the T-shirt.
Aarav:Here. Use this. Now come back.”
She returned, sitting beside him again, still holding the shirt close. Her fingers brushed through his hair.
Aarav:“I’m sorry I came so fast.”
Meher:Don’t worry, I got what I came for.
Aarav:“What was that?”
Meher: told you—I wanted you to be my real first.”
Aarav:I’m your first two times over.”
Meher:It was nice.”
Aarav:“It could’ve been better.”
Meher:“It was what it needed to be.”
He glanced down at his body, then looked back at her.
Aarav:“You want to go again?
She smiled, shook her head.
Meher:Maybe later.
Aarav:“I’m ready now.”
Meher:Not now, Aarav. Let it sink in for me. Later.”
" />The place was gorgeous. Too perfect. A big white villa tucked between palms, sloping into a private lake that shimmered gold in the late sun.But I wasn’t looking at the view.
I carried our bags upstairs. Claimed a room with a lake view. Closed the door. My phone buzzed — nothing from her.
I texted:Come up.
No reply.
I sat on the bed, hard already. Thinking about what she’d said yesterday: "I’m on the pill now."
She wanted me to fuck her raw. Finally. No barrier. Skin on skin.
We’d never done it without. And now just the idea had me throbbing.
Another car pulled up. A door slammed.
Voices downstairs.
My cock twitched. I adjusted myself. Pictured her walking in, flushed from the heat, shirt clinging to her tits. That look in her eye. That guilty smile.
Fuck’s sake, Meher... come up before I explode.
I heard footsteps on the wooden stairs. Slow. Careless. A giggle. Then a voice—hers—laughing at something someone said. Not just hers.
I stood. My cock already hard, aching inside my jeans. She still hadn’t replied to my message. But now she was coming up?
The door creaked open.
She entered—flushed, glowing from the heat outside, her white tee sticking to her curves, clinging to her breasts like second skin. Her nipples... God, they were faintly visible. She laughed, brushing hair off her face. I stepped forward. Closed the door behind her.
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" />I didn’t even let her finish what she was saying. My mouth was on hers—desperate, hungry. My hands slid to the small of her back, pulling her against me.
“Mmmph... Aarav?” she gasped, laughing into the kiss. Her body was soft, warm, familiar. But there was something different. A distance. Or maybe just time.
She pulled back, eyes wide. “Oh my God... you’re hard?”
I didn’t pretend. “Yeah,” I said. “Thinking about what you told me last night.”
Her face went crimson. That guilty smile. She bit her lip.
“Meher... I’ve been going crazy,” I said. “You’re on the pill now. Do you expect me to not be hard?”
She smacked my chest playfully, laughing. “Aarav... everyone’s downstairs. Riya, Kunal...”
“So?”
“It’s not even night yet!”
“I don’t care. I want to do it now. Day, night... fuck, I’d do it while we’re having breakfast tomorrow if I could.”
I slid my hands over her waist, caressing the curves I knew too well. My cock throbbed as I pressed against her belly. Her eyes widened.
She exhaled, shaking her head. “You’re such a pervert.”
“Only for you,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “You know how long I’ve waited to feel you... like this... raw.”
“Aarav... we said tonight.”
“I can’t wait till tonight,” I said, desperate. “You dropped this thought in my head... and now it’s strangling me.”
She looked up at me. Her eyes softened. Her hand came up to cup my face — warm, trembling.
“You really want to?” she whispered.
“More than anything.”
There was a pause. Her breath hitched.
And then she smiled — wide, wicked, beautiful. “Let’s do it.”
“God... yes.” I laughed, half-relieved, half-crazy. My heart was pounding. My hands trembled.
She pushed me gently onto the bed… and for a moment, it felt like the very first time all over again.
From childhood friends to lovers, we’d grown up with each other — literally. I was her first. She was mine. Our first time had been in Class 12, and I still remembered every damn detail. Fifth July. Her home. Rima aunty had to rush unexpectedly to the office… and Meher had looked at me and said, “Let’s do it.”
That day was... sacred. Soft. Stupidly beautiful.
And now — right now — watching her bite her lip as she slowly removed her top, I felt the same stupid thrill in my chest. Only now\... her body had changed. Fuller. Softer. More womanly. Her boobs looked bigger. Her hips... slightly wider. She was still Meher — but more.
I reached out and stopped her hand, unable to stop staring.
My cock was already stiff and aching inside my jeans, twitching with every breath she took. My thumbs found the hem of her tee, lifting it slowly until a strip of dusky skin revealed itself between her shirt and the waistband of her shorts. Her tight little navel peeked out — a soft, horizontal dash that scrunched slightly as she laughed.
“What are you doing?” she teased, smirking down at me.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered — honest and dazed.
Her hand came up to ruffle through my hair, and I leaned in to kiss just above her bellybutton, taking a warm mouthful of her skin and pressing it gently between my lips. My hands slid down, working the button of her shorts loose, then the zipper.
Meher leaned back on her arms, watching me.
I looked down — a dark sliver of black cotton visible between the open V of her khaki shorts — then slipped the loose flannel shirt off her shoulders. She helped, shrugging it off with an elegant little shrug.
While she tossed it aside, I was already lifting her T-shirt upward, and she didn’t stop me.
Now she sat before me — in just a plain black bra, her shorts undone, legs slightly apart… just watching me, letting me take her in.
I ran a hand through her soft hair and kissed her forehead. “You gonna help, or just gonna let me do all the work?”
She grinned. “I like what you’re doing.”
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I dropped to my knees between Meher’s parted thighs again, the warmth of her skin calling me like a prayer. I kissed her belly, tasting her heat, slowly climbing up till my nose nudged the curve of her bra. Her breath hitched — soft, almost shy — and fuck, it made my heart pound.
My hands slid behind her back, found the clasp with muscle memory, and I undid it in one clean snap. The moment her bra loosened, her breasts dropped just a little with a natural softness that made my breath catch. The fabric slipped off, and there they were — two dusky-soft mounds with tight, rosy-brown nipples standing proud.
“I love your breasts,” I murmured like a confession.
“Do you?” she asked, voice teasing but trembling. She knew.
Instead of answering, I leaned in and sucked her nipple slowly into my mouth. Her scent — that mix of perfume, body soap, and that natural aroused warmth — wrapped around me, dizzying. I let my tongue swirl around the bud, then switched to the other one, licking and kissing till her breath turned heavier, more urgent.
She lay back slowly, breath dragging, her legs still parted, letting me get over her. And god, the sight of her — dark eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, her breasts rising with each breath, bare waist arching gently — I could’ve cum just from looking.
There was some noise downstairs, maybe laughter, maybe something breaking. Didn’t matter.
She flinched slightly under me. I whispered, “Easy, it’s fine.”
“I know,” she said, but her eyes darted away.
I kissed her, deeper this time, more possessive. Her mouth softened under mine. We lay sideways on the bed like teenagers making out for the first time, but our hands had different plans now. My fingers slid from between her breasts to her navel, tracing lower till I touched the waistband of her panties.
She sucked in a breath.
When Meher lies like this — stomach pulled in, hip bones jutting up like handles made for me to grab — she looks unreal. My fingers teased across that hip-to-hip hollow before slipping inside her panties. Her moan against my lips when I touched her slit was low, surprised, desperate.
So wet.
That’s when I knew. This was happening. No going back.
I kissed her deeper, more tongue, more bite. Her hand moved down my shirt, found my shorts, belt clinking. We undressed each other in breathless bursts, mouths never leaving, hands shameless.
My fingers moved over her folds, warm and slippery, teasing her clit till her hips rose to meet my hand. She whimpered into my mouth. Her hand found my cock under my briefs, rubbing the shape through the cloth. Then her fingers slipped in — and fuck — that first skin-on-skin touch made me jolt.
She giggled, lips against my jaw. “Somebody’s eager.”
“You have no idea,” I growled.
Her hand stroked me slow and wet. I was rock hard and throbbing. I could barely breathe.
“You ready?” I whispered, my fingers still gently rubbing her soaked entrance. I always asked. No matter how lost we got, I always asked.
She nodded, eyes on mine. And in that look — wet lips, hair messy, pupils blown wide — I saw it. She wanted this. Us. Now.
Sunlight spilled in through the window. It hit her skin and made it glow gold. I felt her heat against me, her scent thick in the air.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I want this to be real. I want to be your first like this… and your forever.”
She didn’t answer with words. Her mouth opened but her eyes softened — almost teary. She pulled me down and kissed me with everything.
I rolled on top of her, positioned between her legs. My cock slipped against her pussy lips, slick and hot. I rubbed against her — god, the sound alone, that wet slap — I’d never heard anything so filthy, so fucking perfect.
She widened her legs more.
“We’re both ready,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
I nodded. “So ready.”
And this time, no condom. No latex. No barrier.
Just me. Her. Skin to skin.
I lifted myself just enough, my hips shifting back until I felt the warm, slippery press of her opening against my tip. My breath hitched. My head spun like I was tumbling inside a dream — half-awake, fully lost.
“This feels different…” I whispered, barely able to speak.
Meher gasped softly, her brows pulled in sweet tension. “It’s… incredible…”
“I know,” I murmured, and brought my hand between us, holding myself at the base, guiding the head slowly over her. I didn’t want to rush. I didn’t even want to enter yet. I just wanted to stay there — barely touching, melting into the feeling of us.
Her lips parted in a breathy laugh, a moan tangled inside it. Her hips rolled up, chasing me, and I looked up to see her face — head tilted back into the pillow, her mouth open, eyes shut, flushed and glowing in the late afternoon light.
“Meher…” I breathed. The sight of her like that — her bare body under mine, open and waiting — nearly undid me.
I pulled back a bit, watching her thighs part wider, knees bending up instinctively, making room for everything we were about to do. I knelt between her legs, my thighs warm against hers, and looked down at where I touched her — our skin wet and glistening. I held myself in one hand and gently ran the head along her slickness, parting her folds, stroking slowly from her entrance to that soft, sensitive hood. Her breath caught.
Each time I tapped or rubbed over her clit, her back arched a little, her fingers clutching at her breasts. Her nipples stood taut and dark and beautiful, her body humming under my touch.
She looked down at me, breathless. “Aarav…” she whispered. “Please… put it in me… I need you.”
Aarav was mesmerized. The head of his cock glistened, wet from Meher’s arousal, gliding up and down her bare, swollen folds. Her soft, dusky labia folded over him and then slipped apart with every stroke, spreading open along that slick, glistening seam of her body.
His heart wasn’t beating anymore — it was humming, buzzing in a single, trembling line of sensation.
Then she whispered, voice thick with need, “Do you… want to watch it go in?”
He froze.
The boy inside him — the teenage version of himself who had stared at her in college, stared at her tight salwars, who had once jerked off just thinking about her bare shoulder — he absolutely did. He wanted to see his cock disappear into the most beautiful girl he had ever known. But the man in him wanted it to be intimate. Wanted to be over her, kissing her lips, whispering her name when he finally entered her raw.
Still… the boy won.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
And Meher smiled, coy and open. She held herself open for him, hips parting, legs trembling.
Aarav nudged forward — gently, almost reverently — and the head of his cock slid in. Just the tip. His breath stuttered, and he watched, stunned, as his own belly visibly fluttered with the force of sensation. His whole lower body shuddered. “Oh fuck… oh my God…”
His balls curled tight, hugging the base of his shaft. He felt it — that inevitable tide, the early wave of orgasm clawing its way up, threatening to end it all before it even began.
He panicked. Fell forward, slipping out of her with a wet sigh, planting his weight on his elbows over her chest. Their bodies pressed together, his lips near her neck. He kissed her, urgently, needing to delay, to recover. His hands trembled against her shoulders. She was breathing hard too — not frustrated, just aching.
Then she whispered again — almost broken — “Aarav… please… please put it in me…”
She wriggled under him, her hipbones pressing into his pelvis, her body silently begging.
“Just… just a second,” he whispered. He could feel the heat pulsing inside him, right at the edge. He bit his lip. Tried to breathe. He couldn’t blow it now — not like this, not so soon.
“Please,” she moaned again, lips brushing his ear. “I need you inside me… please.”
He nodded, jaw tight. “I know, baby… I know.”
He pushed his hips back again, took himself in hand, and ran his cock once more along the hot, slippery line of her sex. His length was stiff, slick, and twitching, lined up at her entrance.
Then — with one careful, slow flex — he sank into her.
Raw. Bare. All of him.
Meher gasped beneath him — a breathy, high-pitched, involuntary sound — and Aarav almost lost control again. It was the most surreal, overwhelming feeling of his life. She was wet. Hot. Velvety. The walls of her body pulsed around him as he slid deeper, inch by aching inch.
No condom. No barrier. Just her.
Every part of her wrapped around his throbbing cock like she was made to take him in.
His body nearly spasmed from the intensity — a punch of pleasure right behind his navel. He could feel his orgasm rising again, wild and brutal, his balls drawn up, his spine buzzing.
But then Meher whispered, “Oh God, Aarav… it feels… oh my God… go slow. Please, slow\...”
That saved him.
Her voice grounded him. That voice he loved. That body he worshipped.
“Yeah,” he gasped. “Yeah, I will…”
He grabbed the sheets on either side of her head, knuckles white, locking himself in place as her tight warmth milked him inch by inch. He looked down at her — her eyes closed, her lips parted, flushed and helpless beneath him — and knew: this was it.
She was his.
And now, he was inside her, bare, deep, and desperate to make it last.
“You feel so good,” Meher whispered, her warm fingers resting just above my hips, her touch maddening. “Okay—don’t,” I muttered, breathless, her fingers making my whole body jerk. That slight movement slid my cock deeper inside her tight, wet heat, and I nearly lost it right then.
She whispered, “Don’t come... don’t come yet...”
“I won’t,” I said, my voice strained. But inside, I felt a wave of raw, primal pressure building, and her teasing tone only made it harder to hold back. Still, that tiny bit of challenge from her gave me something to hold onto, to grip against the storm surging inside me. “Just... don’t move,” I begged, needing a second to breathe, to survive.
“Doesn’t it feel amazing, Aarav?” she whispered against my lips, her voice full of wonder and trembling lust.
“You’re... incredible,” I gasped. “I can’t believe it feels this good. I love you, Meher... I love you so much.”
I planted my elbows beside her, keeping my body still, trying not to thrust, not to lose it all in a single twitch. My stomach was tight as a drum, trembling. Every slight shift between us sent electric jolts of pleasure through my spine.
She kissed me again, soft and deep, moaning into my mouth, “My God, can you believe this? Can you believe how it feels?”
“No,” I breathed. “I never imagined...”
“Why did we ever use condoms?” she whispered, giggling against my neck.
“I know,” I laughed weakly. “You feel like heaven, Meher... I can’t explain it.”
“Can you move now?” she asked gently.
“I think so,” I said, lying. I *didn’t* think so. But I couldn’t resist anymore. I let my hips sink a little deeper, groaning as I bottomed out inside her—tight, wet, unbelievable.
“Are you all the way in?”
“I’m in... all the way.”
Her eyes widened. “We’re having sex, Aarav. Real, actual, real sex.” Her nails grazed the back of my neck, and I felt her wrap her legs around me.
“You’re my first,” I said, voice tight. “My only.”
“And I’m so glad,” she whispered, kissing me again with a tremble in her lips.
But now the pressure inside me wasn’t just rising—it was boiling. My balls were tight, my thighs clenched. The urge to come was so strong, it felt like my body was fighting me.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered, pressing my hips tightly against hers, trying to hold myself still, to fight the inevitable.
“Don’t come,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Not yet, baby...”
“Don’t say that,” I gasped. “Don’t talk... shh... shh... please...”
Meher pov:
Aaravhad tickled and teased at her, and the slippery, skin-on-skin feel of his unprotected penis had sent cold, electric shocks crawling up her belly. Her legs had squirmed helplessly against the sheets of her own bed. Now that he was fully inside, she felt every inch of him in a way she never had before. His cock felt hotter, thicker, alive — pulsing deep inside her, rubbing up against her from within like it belonged there. It was real. She could feel the veins pressing into her tight canal, the flared ridge of his swollen tip dragging against her wetness.
And oh god — the wet. Sticky, hot, maddening. Her own and his. It was everywhere. She could feel it coating her thighs, his shaft, their skins sliding wetly together. It didn’t feel like shame or guilt — it felt like freedom.
This was the real first time.
The time before, it had only hurt. That rubbery, strange, lifeless thing inside a condom had stabbed into her, dry and wrong. Her arms had prickled with heat, like a rash had broken out across her skin. She had lifted them off the bedsheet because they stung. And Harrison — sweet, hesitant Harrison — had stroked her hair and whispered, “We can stop, it’s okay,” his voice soft with concern.
But she had insisted. “No, just… do it.” She needed it to be over. She had wanted the burden gone. Wanted to say she wasn’t a virgin anymore. To tell her friends it was done. To scratch it off her body like a label she never asked for. Aarav had been the boy she trusted. That was enough.
But this time — this time was Meher’s. Her body clung to him like it had waited for this moment, wet and aching and alive.
“Oh God, don’t move,” Harrison groaned again, his breath ragged. A bead of sweat hung at the tip of his nose, ready to fall. His cock throbbed deep inside her, swelling more, twitching. She could feel the slipperiness growing — he was leaking more warmth inside her, and it made her gasp.
It had happened on the 5th of July, 2016 — early evening — sound od children playing had faded in the air. The golden light still lingered outside Meher’s window, filtering through her floral curtains. Somewhere beyond the walls of her bedroom, kids laughed in the gully, and a pressure cooker hissed faintly from the neighbors' kitchen.
She hadn’t showered after work. Her summer job at the food court left her hair smelling of masala and oil, and she’d worried about it as they undressed. He hadn’t seemed to mind. He was too caught in her eyes, her skin, her trembling body.
It had been at her house — her room. Her own pillow under her head. Her dupatta tossed aside near the dresser, her kurti bunched around her chest, and her panties hanging loose from one foot. She remembered how she had half-expected her mom to walk in at any second and scream. She imagined judgment in her mother’s eyes — not because of religion, but because of shame. Desi shame. Quiet shame. Girls like Meher don’t do things like this.
But here she was. Legs spread open. Breath caught. And Harrison inside her — no rubber, no hesitation — just skin, heat, and wetness.
The emotional connection that evening was overwhelming — deeper than the act itself — and far more powerful than any rhythm of skin meeting skin. It was enough to soften the sharpness of what had, in truth, been a disorienting, painful experience. She had cried afterward. Not loudly. Just quietly — lying curled against his chest on her own bedsheet, her legs sticky and thighs sore.
It hadn’t gone the way she thought it would. There was no lightning bolt, no magic. Just the ache of stretching, the sting of breaking — and then, shame. A strange, hollow shame. A silent voice whispering, ab tu woh nahi rahi... She was no longer a virgin. That invisible label, worn all her life without choosing it, was now peeled away. Something irreversible had happened, something she couldn’t take back. Something she had given.
But somehow… it still felt okay.
She had done it with the one person she trusted beyond all — with Aarav. Her best friend. Her first kiss. Her constant. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. That knowledge, that security, had comforted her more than the act itself. That night, when he held her close — the condom still damp and dangling from his hand, her body raw and trembling — she had felt... safe.
Then came the laughter.
Her voice still hoarse from moaning, her breath caught in hiccups of giggles, she’d tapped a finger against the little reservoir tip of the condom, the white fluid wobbling inside.
“That could’ve been inside me, idiot,” she’d said.
Aarav had grinned sheepishly, half-proud, half-embarrassed. “You mean it wasn't romantic?”
They had laughed so hard, her cheeks still wet with tears.
After that, they didn’t do it again for two weeks.
And when they did, it was different. They were alone in his flat — his parents out of town, and a lie neatly crafted. She wasn’t at a cousin’s wedding. She was here, barefoot in the kitchen, trying to cook Maggi with too much water while he brought her chilled cola from the fridge.
That night, they played house. They watched TV in bed. She wore his oversized tee. Her hair still smelled of shampoo and her skin was warm from the towel. He kissed her navel and she didn’t flinch. He went down on her and she let him. She moaned without apology.
That time, it didn’t feel like giving something away. It felt like taking something — something new. Ownership of her body, of her desires.
But even that night… there was something hovering. Something heavy. Like a storm cloud over a sunny afternoon.
This time — this day, this weekend — it was worse.
Because this time, there was real loss on the horizon. She was leaving.Soon. For Delhi. For the post-grad course she had always dreamt of. The application was accepted. The bags nearly packed. Aarav still pretended he was okay with it, but she knew him too well. Knew that silence of his. That half-smile. That tightening jaw when someone brought it up.
And so, tonight, she avoided it. Like she always did when something scared her.
Not now. Not when her body was melting in his hands. Not when her legs were wrapped around him again. Not when his breath was hot against her neck and his love so painfully visible in the way he touched her.
She wasn’t ready to feel that loss yet.
“Stay still, stay still,” Aarav sighed, his face pinched tight. The bead of sweat plopped on her cheek. “I’m trying,” she whispered. “Please, don’t come yet ...”
Now they were wrapped around each other—breathing hard, clinging. Their bodies damp with sweat, skin slipping and sticking, the wet warmth of their moment clinging to their bare chests and thighs. Meher could hear Aarav's heart thudding against hers like a trapped bird. She wasn’t sure if it was hers or his breath on her shoulder anymore.
After a long breathless pause, she whispered, “Theek ho?”
He nodded faintly. “Haan…”
But the moment he moved his hips back slightly, his face twisted. “Oh shit,” he groaned, stomach clenched, muscles drawn tight like pulled wire.
“Just go, Aarav… bas karo ab…” she whispered urgently, voice trembling, patting his back like she couldn’t hold still anymore.
“Kya?”
“just do it”
His mind wanted to hold back, be gentle, do it properly… but his body didn’t wait. His hips took over.
He thrust into her again—and the gasp that escaped her lips was something else, something raw and real. That sound undid him. He moved, pulled back, pushed in. Again. And again. Ten desperate, hungry strokes — each one shaking the old wooden bed with a dull thak-thak, until the headboard hit the wall with a clang.
Meher cried out, not from pain but from something deeper, something breaking open inside her. She felt him—truly felt him—and suddenly the shame, the awkwardness, everything melted.
“Yes… oh God yes… I can feel you…” she whispered fiercely, arms curling around his neck, legs wrapping higher up his waist like her body refused to let go.
It wasn’t the most graceful or slow moment. But it was theirs.
He trembled above her, jerking helplessly with each pulse inside her—his seed flooding in, warm and thick. Her breath caught as her inner walls clenched, body reacting instinctively.
“Ohh… haan… andar aa gaya…” she gasped softly, face pressed against his sweaty neck. “Sab kuch feel ho raha hai…”
His thrusts slowed but didn’t stop, still rolling, still bucking as if trying to give her more. That slippery, slick, dripping feeling as he moved inside her made her head spin.
She felt full. She felt marked.
He groaned against her ear, “Oh God…”
Hearing her say those things—dirty, desperate—was undoing him completely. They’d kissed, touched, even joked naughtily before. But this was different.
It wasn’t just sex. It was surrender.
Meher held him tight, as if something precious might escape. Her body trembling, her breath ragged. She wasn’t sure if it was aftershocks or just the rush of everything—love, loss, shame, pleasure. But right now, in that messy, clumsy tangle, she felt more alive than ever.
Aarav pov:
When it was finally done, Aarav collapsed over her, still panting.
Aarav:l“That was... un... unreal.”
Meher didn’t say anything right away. She wasn’t out of breath, and something in that made him feel a pang of disappointment. But he knew he could try again. Soon.
Aarav:“Was that okay?”
Meher:“It’s okay.” (a pause, then softly) “We can go again later.
He felt regret twist in his stomach.
Aarav:“I’m sorry.”
Meher:“It’s a compliment. I’m just too hot for you.”
He let out a small laugh, inhaling the soft scent behind her ear, at the nape of her neck.
Aarav:“Thank you. And that’s true. You’re way too hot for me.”
Meher:“I know.
She patted his back, gently nudging him off her. He rolled to the side and lay next to her on his back, still catching his breath. She stared quietly at the ceiling, her hands resting between her thighs.
Aarav:“That was so incredible.
Meher:“I really do wish I got on the pill earlier.”
Aarav:“I know you were worried about your health.”
Meher:“Still... it felt amazing.”
He gently nudged her hip with the back of his wrist. She found his hand and laced her fingers with his.
Aarav:“What does it feel like?”
She shifted her hips a little, thinking.
Meher:“Wet. Really wet.”
Aarav:“Does it feel good?”
She nodded without hesitation.
Meher:“Yes.
Aarav:Really? You like how it feels?”
Meher
with a soft laugh)“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”Aarav:“Doesn’t it feel weird?”
She sat up now, folding her legs under herself, wrapping her arms around her ankles.
Meher:It does, a little. But women were made to receive, Aarav. You just think it’s gross because you’re imagining a guy coming inside your—”
A small, unexpected sound interrupted her—a faint bubble-like noise between her legs. She looked down with a slight grimace and instinctively covered herself.
Aarav:“What?”
Meher:“Nothing.”* (her gaze drifting to the side) “Some of it’s... coming out.”
Aarav:“That’s okay. I think that’s normal.”
Meher:*“Oh, all the girls you came inside told you that?”
Aarav:“Come on, you know\...”
Meher:“Porn?
Aarav:yes
Meher:You watch porn that shows that?”
Aarav:Not specifically. But... I’ve seen it.”
She looked at him for a long moment, the sun falling behind her back, casting a golden hue over her bare shoulders. Her long hair veiled her chest, her posture relaxed but mischievous.
Meher:You want to see it?
arav:“I—I do.”
Meher:Calm down.”
Aarav:No, really. I want to.”
Meher:“No way.”
Aarav:“Please... show me.”
Meher:no
Aarav:“Please, Meher...”
Meher:Really?
Aarav:“Come on. You asked me... Please, show me.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, then turned slightly, still sitting cross-legged. Her hands hovered over herself, hesitant. Then, slowly, she parted them and tucked them behind her back.
For a moment, he just stared—his breath caught. She looked at him, amused by his stunned silence.
Meher:“Oh boy.”
He exhaled, placing a hand over his heart.
Aarav:“Whoa.”
She laughed and closed her legs.
Aarav:“No, wait—don’t go!”
Meher:“I’m not getting your stuff on my bedsheet, Aarav.”
She stood, grabbing a nearby T-shirt and holding it between her legs as she walked to her bag.
Aarav:What now?”
Meher: don’t want to squat. Feels weird.”
He watched her, bare and glowing in the soft light, feeling like the luckiest man alive.
He tossed her the T-shirt.
Aarav:Here. Use this. Now come back.”
She returned, sitting beside him again, still holding the shirt close. Her fingers brushed through his hair.
Aarav:“I’m sorry I came so fast.”
Meher:Don’t worry, I got what I came for.
Aarav:“What was that?”
Meher: told you—I wanted you to be my real first.”
Aarav:I’m your first two times over.”
Meher:It was nice.”
Aarav:“It could’ve been better.”
Meher:“It was what it needed to be.”
He glanced down at his body, then looked back at her.
Aarav:“You want to go again?
She smiled, shook her head.
Meher:Maybe later.
Aarav:“I’m ready now.”
Meher:Not now, Aarav. Let it sink in for me. Later.”
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