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Two years ago, I met Soni for the first time. She was standing outside her house, combing her long, silky hair. Her fair skin glowed like milk under the sunlight. Her boobs, like ripe oranges, strained against her tight kurti, and her ass, round and firm, looked like it was carved from marble. Her eyes were deep and intoxicating, pulling anyone who looked into them. Her face was so innocent, yet her body screamed of fresh youth—she must’ve been nineteen, just stepping into womanhood. I, Suraj, was twenty-three, juggling college and a part-time job. One look at her, and my heart caught fire. I swore to myself, no matter what, I’d make her mine.
I started looking for ways to talk to her. Soni’s house was near my office, where I worked as a data entry clerk while studying B.Com. Her younger sister Neetu, sixteen, and brothers Girish and Mukesh, fourteen and twelve, were always playing outside. Her mom, Radha aunty, around forty, was open-minded, always dressed in a neat saree. I’d linger on my way to work, hoping to catch a glimpse of Soni, sometimes staring at her balcony or pausing near her house.
Finally, my chance came during Ganeshotsav. Our office had a tradition of Ganesh puja, but I didn’t know since I’d just joined. That day, I was working upstairs on the computer when my boss shouted, “Suraj, come down! Aarti’s about to start!” I rushed downstairs and saw Soni with Neetu, there for the aarti. She wore a pink salwar-kameez, her dupatta draped loosely, looking like an angel descended to earth. My heart raced just seeing her.
She glanced at me and gave a shy smile. I smiled back, feeling my cheeks heat up. Soni wasn’t just gorgeous; she had a heart of gold. Her voice during the aarti was sweet, like a melody. I stood by a table, leaning on it, stealing glances at her. While chanting, she signaled me to stand straight and join my hands. I obeyed instantly, and she smirked. I grinned back, feeling a spark between us.
After the aarti, my boss asked me to distribute prasad. I grabbed the plate and handed it out, my fingers brushing Soni’s when I gave her some. Her soft, cool touch sent a jolt through me. We chatted for a bit, and when she learned I balanced college and a job, her eyes lit up with respect. I felt ten feet tall. Over the seven days of Ganesh puja, we got close. She’d smile and say “Hi” whenever she saw me coming or going from the office. I’d say “Hi” back, and our friendship grew stronger.
On the day of Ganesh visarjan, we spent the evening together until late night. She introduced me to Radha aunty, who said, “Good boy, studying and earning.” Her words fueled my confidence. In those seven days, we learned a lot about each other, becoming good friends. I started going to the office early just to stop by and talk to Soni. After work, we’d sit for hours, chatting. Radha aunty didn’t mind; she was cool with us hanging out.
We began talking on the phone for hours, sending flirty texts and friendly SMS. Whenever we met, Soni would playfully pinch my hand, cheek, or waist. I’d laugh it off. Soon, we started going out together—malls, shopping, just chilling. January rolled in, then February. Valentine’s Day was coming. Soni teased, “Suraj, give someone a rose on the 14th!” I joked, “Yeah, thinking of giving you one!” She laughed, “I won’t take it!” I pouted, “Who wants to give you anyway?” But I knew she liked me, and I was falling for her.
On February 14, I skipped the office on purpose. Soni called me multiple times, but I kept my phone off. She even asked my office friends, “Why didn’t Suraj come today?” I knew she couldn’t stand being without me. At 8 PM, I showed up at her house. Her eyes sparkled when she saw me. I pulled her to a dark corner and said, “Soni, I love you!” handing her a red rose. Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, “I love you too!” I wiped her tears and asked, “Why’re you crying?” She said, “I thought you were mad at me for the other day.” I replied, “How could I be mad at you?”
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lips. They were soft as rose petals. I sucked on them, and she kissed me back, our breaths growing heavy. We made out for five minutes, lost in each other, before pulling apart. We went inside her house, talked for a bit, and at 10 PM, I headed home.
The next morning, things felt different. We were shy, afraid someone might notice us talking. We craved alone time. A few days later, Soni said her exams were coming. Radha aunty asked me, “Suraj, can you tutor her?” I happily agreed. After work, I’d go to Soni’s house to teach her. But her siblings were so noisy it was hard to focus. Seeing this, Radha aunty arranged for us to study in a nearby school, where the watchman let us use a room. I’d teach Soni for an hour or two, and we’d spend the rest flirting and talking love.
One evening, I went to her house to pick her up for studying. She said, “Mom took Girish, Neetu, and Mukesh to nani’s place. She said you should tutor me. They’ll be back by 10 PM.” We went to her room, and I sat on her bed, teaching her math. But Soni was in a naughty mood. She kept winking at me, pinching me, tickling me. I told her to focus, but she was unstoppable. She bit my earlobe softly and kissed my cheek.
That was it—my control snapped. I pushed her onto the bed and climbed over her. I kissed her lips hard, sucking them like candy. “Suraj, aur jor se chus,” she moaned. I kissed her neck, shoulders, ears, driving her wild. Her fingers roamed my chest, our heartbeats racing. I pulled up her kurta; she unbuttoned my shirt. Her white bra hugged her fair boobs tightly. I sucked them through the bra, and she moaned, “Aah… Suraj, keep going… uff!” I untied her salwar, sliding it off. She was in just her bra and panties now, her panties damp with excitement. I kissed her from toes to head, shedding my clothes until I was in my underwear. Her moans grew louder, “Uff… Suraj, what’re you doing… aah!”
I unhooked her bra. Her boobs, round like oranges, bounced free. I squeezed one, sucked the other, her nipples hard as pebbles. I nibbled them gently. “Aah… slowly… it hurts!” she cried, but her voice dripped with pleasure. I slid off her panties. Her pussy was smooth, with soft fuzz, pink and soaking wet. I kissed it, then licked it, tasting her warmth. “Ohh… Suraj, don’t stop… uff!” she gasped, her body trembling. I licked her thighs, her pussy, making her squirm. “Suraj, bas… do something… I can’t take it!” she begged.
I dropped my underwear. My seven-inch cock was rock-hard. “Ready, Soni?” I asked. She nodded shyly. I placed my cock at her pussy’s entrance and pushed slowly. It slid into her tight, wet depths. “Aah… Suraj, it hurts!” she screamed, tears in her eyes. I kissed her lips, pausing. “Just a bit, bear it,” I whispered. When her pain eased, I started thrusting gently. “Uhh… Suraj… more… aah!” she moaned, moving with me.
The room filled with our heavy breaths and moans. The “thap-thap” of our bodies echoed. I gripped her tight, thrusting harder. “Suraj, fuck me harder… chod mujhe!” she screamed. I flipped her over, making her go doggy-style. I entered her from behind, my cock plunging deep. “Aah… uff… Suraj, this feels like heaven!” she moaned loudly. I slapped her ass lightly, “Like my fucking?” I asked. “Yes… fuck me harder… tear my pussy!” she cried.
I turned her around, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and thrust deeper. The “thap-thap” and “chhap-chhap” sounds grew louder as her wet pussy gripped me. “Suraj… I’m… aah… gonna cum!” she gasped. I pounded faster. Her body shook, and she screamed, “Uhh… aah… bas!” as she came, her warm juices coating my cock. I was close too. I pulled out, my cock stained with blood and her cum. I shot my load onto the bedsheet.
We were panting, exhausted. Soni got up, limping, and put on her bra and panties. I dressed too. The bedsheet had a bloodstain. I tried washing it, but it didn’t fully come off. Soni made tea, and I spilled some on the stain to cover it up. We went back to studying like nothing happened.
At 10:30 PM, Radha aunty returned with the kids. I chatted with her casually and went home.
Friends, this is the true story of my first love. What did you think? Let me know!