This girl was much sought after by all my friends but I was too engrossed fantasizing about my Class teacher to ever spare a moment for her. It was only after 2-3 years of neutral interaction that she expressed her feeling for me. Now, this girl was nice, charming, smart and really a looker. My friends used to drool over her good looks and near perfect figure, but somehow all that didn’t occur to me.

Much to my utter surprise, very soon we found ourselves talking on for hours, going to the movies, to the festivals and so on. After almost 4 years of going around, I could feel a sense of belonging for both of us. The relationship had entered its second phase where physical closeness does play an important part. So far, all that we had done was to hold hands or a peck on the cheek. Childish – isn’t it? I also thought so at that time, but I also felt nervous the first time that I kissed her on the cheek – didn’t know how she would react. But she also returned the kiss with a wet one – on my lips bang on!!!

That surely rung the bells – the time had come for some more intimacy. And as they – Love will find a way.

It sure did in Dehradun and Mussorie where we both went off on a secret pre-marriage honeymoon trip.

Love and lust became one in the high hills. We went on a rollicking roller-coaster ride of sex like never before. Suddenly, I found a lady in my girlfriend – a passionate lady – waiting to be fulfilled. And as an obliging guy, I filled her passion with my wet love. Lips locked, my hand on her lovely breast, caressing her nipples as if there were the most fragile buttons on earth, my fingers slowly taking her already moist panties off and slowly untangling the huge expanse of black pubic hair. She sighed, moaned, nibbled my ears with sweet nothings and even bit my shoulder in sheer ecstasy, but I had no plans to stop and give her some rest. My manhood was aching for some tender touch and embrace.

She smiled at its sight and held my manhood in her trembling hands, as if it were a glass object. Slowly, my fingers found her clit and a slow massage sent shivers down her spine. I could feel her body ache for more, for me to enter her and take her into a series of wild runs, but sense prevailed and I stopped short of the intercourse. However, I did make up for that by some great tongue-work on her breasts, which she enjoyed tremendously and even begged for more. I obliged her demands with a quickie inside the deluxe bus on our way downhill from Mussorie to Delhi, back on our way home.

And one even faster one on the train at night, when most people were busy snoring away. She loved all the three encounters taking in as much as I enjoyed giving her, and we both enjoyed those few days of togetherness. Time flew by and we both drifted apart. We realized that our relationship has culminated into a blank end and so we bid adieu to each other as we moved on in professional life.