Hello readers, This story is about my first sex with my sexy and beautiful neighbor Kesha.
Myself Karthik Murthy from Ahmedabad, Gujarat. 22 years old, 5’5’’ tall, fair, handsome and a bit shy personality.Having a face resembling a bit to Virat Kohli, I sometimes get favorite in girls gang.
Kesha, on the other side, is a very beautiful girl, 20 years old, tall, fair and a very sexy body with 32B sized boobs, big booty, and curvy assets. She somehow resembles a bit with Kriti Sanon (Bollywood actress).
This is a long and interesting story to read on. The story takes place a year from now when I was preparing for my MBA admissions.
We have a society of around 10-12 bungalows and Kesha lives exactly opposite to my home. Having this advantage, I sometimes can see her dancing, cleaning lobbies and exercising. We were friends since childhood, playing together we grew up.
At that time she wasn’t that attractive and used to roam like a tomboy.
With growing years when she joined college, her dressing sense changed, she was now looking pretty in Salwar-suit, tank tops, tight T-shirts, capris, jeans, and shorts. I had her number but we never used to talk as I was not that attracted towards her and was focused to clear my entrance exams.
Days passed, one night suddenly I dreamt of her having a cuddle in my bed. I was shocked and thought how I dreamed about her even if I hadn’t any thoughts about her in that way. Next day, I saw her in tight blue tees and shorts. She was looking damn sexy. I kept staring her from my home as she was cleaning lobby.
I waited her to bend and wished if I can have glance towards her cleavage, but to my luck, she finished cleaning and went inside.
Moments after, she came to my home with same clothes. Her hair was free and wet (she just had a bath) and asked me if my mom was there.
I directed her towards the kitchen. She was here to ask for ice. I was so tempted to see her in tight tees and bottoms. I could not resist and when I bathe, I masturbated on her for the first time.
From that day I secretly had a fantasy to have sex with her. I somehow every day get a glance of hers. From now onwards I started masturbated having her in mind.
Soon my entrance exams were over and I successfully made it to get admission in good MBA College.
Now I had a vacation time of two months. In the evening, I used to play with society boys and sometimes I get to talk with Kesha.
She would ask me about college and other stuff. I would ask about her studies too and I get a glance towards her cleavage. (Her cleavage is so tempting. She has got milky boobs that every guy’s mouth would get watered). She has a huge crush on Ranveer Singh.
I sometimes keep my beard styled like him. So she would call me and tell that I was looking handsome. Since vacations, we also started chatting. The common stuff we would talk about like if we had any gf/bf etc.
One night I sent her the latest image of Ranveer Singh and asked her if I should keep beards like this. She replied positively. After half an hour, at midnight, my mobile beeped.It was her. She said she wanted to confess something. I asked what it was.
To my surprise, she told me that she had a huge crush on me in past days (a year or a two before). I was exclaimed and asked her why did not she say this at that time.
She said she was afraid what I would react. I said I liked that she told me this and asked if she was having a crush on me now. She declined. I said okay and complimented her that she looks good in blue tees and bottoms to which she thanked.
That night I was on cloud 9. I masturbated about her for 3 times. I could not sleep properly.
From then we used to talk every night. We would talk for almost 2-3 hours till we sleep. She used to tell me about things she liked in me, what she adored about me etc. In reply, I would also compliment her about her looks, her figure etc.
We started being frank with each other. We talk about relationships, sex, etc. Also, I once told her that I was attracted towards her sexy figure.
One night she told me what they girls talk in their WhatsApp group about Bf’s, their fantasies etc. She told me her fantasies about having sex at the first night, roses with bed and all. I too depicted my fantasies and asked her to have a dirty chat.
For some moments, she declined but because of my asking reluctantly, she gave in. I started talking to her about what she was wearing, what positions she liked. She wasn’t that much aware of it. I told her some and sent pictures of it.
For some nights, this stuff was talked. One night I asked her to send her sexy pictures. She sent her pictures in tees and bottoms. I said, not this, sexy means only in Bra and panties. She declined. I thought it will take time and didn’t force her.
I started talking about her bra size. She said it was 32B.
Then I asked about what colors of bra she have in her wardrobe, and then panties. She depicted the colors. (Trust me guys, I was imagining her in all the colors of her bra and panties.
My one hand was on phone, typing and other on my dick, rubbing and fantasying about her) I wasn’t able to reply her. She caught me.
She said ”You naughty, what you’re thinking,” I said “what?” she said, “I know you are having thoughts about me in mind”. I said “ So what? How could anybody resist you imagining in different colored bra”
She said “Mister, control your thoughts, you’re not gonna get any of it” Then once again I asked about her sexy pictures to which she again declined. And I had to sleep jerking off on her for 3 times that night.
Days passed and I was looking for chances to have a glance towards her cleavage while playing in street, she would also come to play and sometimes I would touch her on the back, on her waist, ass etc. and she would not mind that.She also, being naughty, show me some cleavage while batting and raise her brows asking how it was.
Now during nights, we would talk some real stuff like “come, lie over me, remove your tees, lemme lick your navel, lemme taste your boobs, etc and to that she won’t mind.We used to talk these every night, do phone sex and then I masturbate and sleep.
My vacations were about to get over and now I wasn’t satisfied with only sex on phone. I wanted some real stuff. I asked about it to her. She said it was risky and what if we get caught. She told me to wait for time and I was again on cloud 9 that she didn’t deny.
We planned for it 2-3 times but somehow our meeting did not happen (although we live cross to each other, still).
Then finally the day arrived. The day I was going to get her in my arms, to kiss her, to satisfy all my fantasies of her which I dreamed.
We had a plan that she would call me to her home for some project work and I would go her home. (Nobody would be there in her house that time, but I have to act to my mom that she had called me for project work so that she don’t get ideas).
I went to her home, in her room (in this room too, I fantasized her in different positions in my dreams), she was sat on her bed wearing pink kurti and white leggings. Her hairs were tied. She was slaying! I was going weak on my knees seeing her.
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