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This is an experience which I have been keeping within myself. While you are free to term anything to it, to me it’s the best time of my life.
The story goes back to 12 years back when I was around 20 years. I was in my 2nd year of graduation then. I had a close friend Nikhil. We both confided everything to ach other. Nikhil had a girlfriend named Neha who was two years older than us. All the three of us gelled together. In the 3rd year of graduation my friend left for Delhi to prepare for competitive exams. Meanwhile, Neha and me kept on seeing each other regularly. I had no girlfriend and was little introvert. While leaving for Delhi Nikhil had told me to take care of Neha and occasionally take her to movies as she was a movie freak. Neha was a simple looking girl with decent physique but her real usp was her free going nature. She was open minded and I felt comfortable being with her. She would often call me after her college and we would chat. Sometimes, she made me chat with her friends. Later she would ask me if I am interested in any of her friends. Although, I felt some gushes while thinking of a girlfriend but my answers were always negative. On few of the occasions she would call me to meet her near her college and gave me chances to interact with her friends. Slowly, my confidence too grew up and I felt easy while talking to girls. I even started flirting with one of her friends.
One day Neha called me late in the night chatted for sometime. Our conversation revolved around the girl of my dream. She asked me loads of question regarding what kind of girl I would like to live my life. What do you like most in a girl, etc. That day after talking to her I kept on thinking of the answers to her questions and at last my mind could only reveal that my girlfriend should be someone like Neha. Soon, we were talking to each other daily in the late night hours. The intimacy of our conversations being more opened. But it was really Neha who lead the conversations. I merely answered to her questions. One night she asked me, Nikhil, what would you do when the girl of your dream is in front of you? I felt awkward and tried to evade the question. But she insisted me on answering it.
She changed the question a bit and said, Ok! How would you propose her? I thought for a moment and then read few of the poetic lines from my diary (I had the habit of writing, whenever I was free, but never let anybody read it). She was surprised and asked if those were original. That night she also asked me what was I wearing. On being hesitant, she herself revealed that she was wearing a two piece night dress. That night I slept with her thoughts and when I woke up I had a wet dream. Now I eagerly waited for the night to fall and we were lost in our conversations. In on of our chats she asked me how I would make love to my girl. Her tone on the phone was increasing my adrenaline level and while in conversation, I started stroking my cock. My voice was breaking and I was breathing heavily and so was hers. I masturbated. Next day, guilt engrossed my mind. Was I cheating my friend? This question repeatedly stressed my mind and I decided to put away from her. I started to avoid talking to her. In the night I would take the wire out and make an excuse that the phone was dead. But I must confess that I was still masturbating and it was she who I was thinking all the time.
Few days passed, things were coming to normal again. I guess she also sensed my position and she stopped calling me in the night. One day, Nikhil called me asked me to take Neha to university as she had some work there. I could not say him anything. How could I? We both went to the university together in the rickshaw. I tried my best not to touch her, but the roads…! Every time our body parts touched, I was going nuts. I was stiff whereas I observed that she was behaving normally. Many a time she kept her hands on my thighs on bumpy roads. When I returned back, the first thing I did was.. Masturbation. While masturbating I rationalized my thoughts that I am not doing anything to her but pleasing myself but after the euphoria was over, I again vowed not to think of her. That night Neha called me again. Right in the beginning of our conversation she said that she will not take much time.
Then after some preliminary talks, she asked me, What’s wrong with you? I said, Nothing. Why what happened. She said, I know there’s something wrong. You are not behaving properly. I saw it while we were together today. When I tried to convince her that there’s no such thing, she said, You are the best friend I ever had and I expect you to tell me the truth. Then she took the conversation to our last talk which we had in the night and asked, if that was a worry for me. I was silent. She again said, there’s nothing wrong in expressing yourself and tried to convince me that I have done no wrong. Then she said that if I do not feel comfortable with her she would keep away from her. With all my courage, I said to her that it’s not her who has done something instead it’s me. I then said to her that from that day of our conversation, I cannot stop myself from thinking about her. It was she who I think of touching her, making love to her… and this is wrong. I had started crying. After coughing all these I ended the call. The phone kept on ringing the whole night but I had no courage to further talk to her. The pain of cheating my best friend was more intense than anything. Next day I called her and said sorry to her. She said, it’s Ok. I requested her not to tell this to Nikhil. She asked me not to worry and said that she feels closer to me after I confessed.
Next few days were normal. I too started feeling good. One day she called me asked me to meet her in a restaurant. When I reached there I could see two other girls sitting beside her. I found one of them, Kavya, attractive. (Friends, to me attractive do not mean bodily physique, but the whole demeanor). From that day whenever Neha called me I would ask about Kavya and tell some pretty words for her. Paking would update me on Kavya’s reaction to my flirt. She too was taking interest in me. One day, when Neha and me were talking over phone and I was asking about Kavya, she told me that she felt jealous of Kavya. Neha told me, It’s strange but true. I feel jealous when you talk about Kavya. I laughed.
One day Neha and me went to a botanical park which is around 40 kms. from the city. We reached there at around 11.30. We walked for sometime in the park. I could see many couples in the park. Infact, few of them behind the flora cover embracing each other. Neha and me sat alone sitting under a tree shade. Sun’s rays were still coming from the leave’s gap. Neha too her duppata and kept it on her head. While she did this, my eyes fell on her cleavage. Since she was wearing a deep cut kurta parts of her mounds were clearly visible. I tried to shift my attention sideways, but every time when I raised my eyes, it was the same. Her visible mounds were doing me something. I wanted to see more. She caught me trying to sneak in. Kahan dhyan hai.?. She asked me smiling. I tried to look away. She put her hands on my thighs. I started trembling. I stood up and started walking in the woods. Soon she was along by my side. She caught my hand and I turned to I look at her. I had never seen her eyes before. Wide like the ocean and vivid like its waves. In the silence of nature, I could hear the same breathings which I had heard in our late night conversations. It was an open invitation. Her mounds wee still exposed. I bent forward, I wanted to kiss her. She took my arms around her waist and closed her eyes. But I could not.. I started praying and luckily I saw some visitor coming towards our direction and we parted. We had lunch together, remained there for few more hours and then returned back. All these while, we refrained from looking at each other. On the way back home, I kept on thinking.. Does she have the same feelings as mine? For next few days I kept on rationalizing myself, tried to convince myself that Love knows no relations. It does not need a boundary.
After this incident, I felt closer to her, felt more comfortable while interacting to her. I stopped myself thinking about my friend Nikhil. More interestingly, I started enjoying my patience and then this happened. She called me in at around 9 in the morning and told me that Kavya will come to her house today. She wants to meet me also. By now, I had no intention of meeting Kavya anymore, I was happy with Neha thoughts but I decided to go. I had been to Neha house before and her parents knew me. After an hour I was knocking at her door. It was Neha who opened the door. As usual Neha was wearing Kurta and salwar. I sat in the drawing room and she brought me a glass of water. On inquiring, Neha told me that her parents have gone to a relative’s place and will be back by evening. She went back in the Kitchen to make tea. I started reading the newspaper. She brought two cups of tea and we started talking.
Where is Kavya? I asked looking at my watch.
Aati hi hogi..Kya baat hai getting desperate to see her?
I asked her to check and she went to the living room to call her. On return, she said, She is not in her house. She has gone to a parlour. May be she’ll come straight from there. When she returned one more thing happend, her duppata was missing. When We had finished the team she bent to pick the cups, I could almost see the inside of her kurta. Gush of adrenalins woke all my senses. When she returned back, I wanted to leave. Arre.. wait for sometime who abhi aati hi hogi? She said. She sat in chair in front of me. While talking she was always changing her postures which gave the opportunity to admire her body. Between my thighs the bulge was visible. I again wanted to leave but she came near to me and said, Kya hua? She was standing half the arm’s length. I looked up and I could see the same eyes.I said nothing. Instead, I wrapped her in my arms and planted a kiss on her belly. One, two .. and I don’t knowhow many. Soon she lounged on me and we were kissing each other passionately. She moved her hand to my chest and started touching my nipples and soon she was in between my thighs. She unzipped my pants and started stroking my manhood.
Meanwhile I has inserted my hand inside her kurta and was fondling her breasts. She then took me to the living room and we were kissing each other again. She opened her kurta. I tried to unhook her bra which I could not. She herself opened it for me. Now she was standing semi nude in front of me . I caught her from back and started squeezing her breasts. At the same time she was stroking my penis. Then she bent and my god, she put my penis in her mouth. She was sucking it with full flow. I was in 7th heaven. She was doing all those things which I thought of while masturbating. Soon we were on the bed. I was sucking and fondling her breasts. Through the push of her hands she guided me in between her thighs. I opened her salwar and with an animal instinct started sniffing her in between the thighs. The aroma coming from her mushes forced me to rub my nose in between her thighs and I subsequently started licking her over her panty. My toungue tried to reach her.
Soon the panty was off. I licked her pussy to my heart’s content exploring her in all possible ways. I even licked her anal opening and tried to put my tongue inside which she resisted. With her idea, we did it in 69 position again. My precum was oozing out. Now I wanted to enter her. I tried to insert my penis inside her but could not. We changed position and she was now sitting over me and tried to push herself inside me. With a loud Ah from her mouth, My penis was inside her. She started riding over me. Soon I was in ecstasy. I closed my eyes, and suddenly I pushed her and went off the bed. I wore my clothes, and went out of the house. No words were exchanged between us. After walking 5 minutes on the road I remembered that I had come by bike. I looked for the keys in my pocket and realized that I had left it on the table. I went back. She opened the door. I took the keys and came back. She was still half dressed. On the way back, I tried to evade Nikhil’s face which was with me since I had closed my eyes in ecstasy. We never talked or met again. Within few days, I was gone for my further studies. After a year Nikhil told me that they have broken up. Few months after Nikhil told me that she married to someone else.
12 years have passed since then, Nikil and me are still friends. We never talk about Neha. But I still look for her when I move on roads, in locality, outside the city, on social network sites. I still yearn for her. I want to break free from societal barriers like her and live my life with exuberance, live it with passion and not with compulsion. This is what I learnt from her. Miss you honey..
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