I'm a 22 year old Indian girl. Brought up on Indian values. [For Indians sex is a taboo. Talking about it, much less indulging in the act is considered to be a sin. ] But I'm not a virgin anymore [even though I'm not married].
This happened 3 years ago. When I was 19, & fresh out of school. I had never even held a boy's hand [except off course when I shook hands with them. ]. I was home after my board exams, so I had all the time in the world. All I had to do was to decide on a college & a course of graduate studies, & wait for my results. The last part was indeed a very harrowing experience. My entire life depended on it------ie my results. I was very unsure of everything. This was when I met a really cool guy, whom I shall call Tom.
He was the nephew of our next-door neighbors & was home for his summer vacations from college. He was doing a graduate degree course in economics [& a year senior to me].
Well anyway, he was the most handsome guy I had ever seen in my whole adolescent life. His 6ft frame towered over my rather demure 5'5"one. His face was without a single blemish. In fact if he weren't so rugged-looking, I'd be tempted to call him beautiful.
My parents insisted that I go & talk to him about my future plans. About my choice of subject & the likes. I did talk to him about it, but only for the first 1hour of our meeting. After that we didn't talk about anything but my personal life.
Tom wanted to know whether I had a boy-friend or not. [That was actually his second question, the first one was "where have you been hiding yourself?"] I asked him to mind his own business & tried to steer the conversation back to studies. He followed my lead, but only for about an hour. By then he had my hand in his & was busy trying to make patterns on my fingers.
"So, tell me, is there someone?" he asked in a husky voice.
I pretended not to understand. This didn't seem to worry him. It was almost as if he hadn't even been listening to my attempts at changing the topic.
He asked again, "Am I poaching on someone's territory?".
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I all but screamed & tried to pull my hands out of his.
He held onto my hands tighter, and asked me "Just tell me, damn it!! I don't want to poach!!"
"I'm not yours or anyone else's property!!" I screamed back. With renewed vigour I tried to pull away from him. This made him a little irritated, & he simply pulled me to my feet & into his arms.
"Just what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm just asking you something!!"
"Let go of me first!!"
"No!! First tell me!!"
I started struggling. He held on tighter. We were now literally touching from my head to our toes [he was a good 5" taller than me]!!
God he felt so good. His chest was so firm. His arms were so well developed. I was literally in heaven. He seemed to sense my change in reaction & bent a little to nuzzle my hair.
"Hey are you crazy? Someone will see us!!". He heard the desperation in my voice. But didn't let me go. He simply swung me into his arms and took me to his room.
"Tom this isn't right!!", my voice was weak with an emotion that I hadn't ever experienced. My insides had turned to mush. He could hear my words. I know because he murmured something, which sounded like, "as if I don't know!"
He put me down & locked the door.
"So you haven't told me about your significant other, if he exists that is!" My ego didn't permit me to say that I was unattached. Instead I found myself saying "He's my class mate!!"
"Well-well, so u do know a little about boys!!" he had moved closer to me. Close enough for me to smell his after-shave. [he smelt divine]
"Then this guy of yours must have touched you?mmmm!!"
"He has!! Very often!!"
"What does he do?"
"I told you, he's my class mate!!"
"No-no, I mean how does he touch you?" he touched my face gently. Then traced a pattern upto my lips.
"Does he touch you like this?" his hand lowered to my neck.
"Or is he bolder?" he went lower to the under side of my breasts. "Or does he do this?" he pinched my nipple.
"No Tom don't do this!" I moaned.
"Why? You're experienced! Right?" his exploration went lower down to my stomach. My muscles clenched. My mind screamed. I was on fire.
He continued his journey downwards. I just gave myself upto the sensations that were wreaking havoc on my mind.
"Has he gone in you?" his hand now went into my jumper. My skin caught fire.
"No Tom!!"
"No Tom he hasn't or no Tom stop!" but he didn't stop. & I was in no 'condition' to ask him to do so.
"aaaaaahhh Tom no!!"
His hand went a little lower, into my panties.
"God you're wet!!"
"Don't Tom!!" I was quivering all over. I wanted him to just stop doing what he was but my flesh had a mind of its own.
