[M]y innocent, Indian [F]riend, Senior Year Part 1

So I’ll start this by saying i love buildup, so skip to the ****** if you just want the sexy stuff. Also I’m on Mobile so apologies for any formatting errors and typos. I’ll also describe everyone now for convenience.

Fatima (fake name of course) is about 5’6″ with small but perky breasts, and small, hard, dark nipples. She was an athlete so she had a very fit body, and a tight bubble butt. She has dark skin and an absolutely gorgeous face. Great smile, pretty eyes, and the cutest laugh. I’m not sure if this will make sense but she looked like an Indian Jia Lissa. Raised in a somewhat conservative Indian family, she was still a virgin but definitely came out of her shell a bit after coming to college. Kissed a few guys, drank and partied, the usual.

As for myself I come off as goofy but nice, and I looked pretty good when I was still an athlete. 6′ with abs, big arms, and I’ve heard I have a nice ass too. Thanks to God and good genetics I am pretty above average in the dick department, 8 inches long and 6 around. It also has a light curve downwards that I used to be embarrased of. Then I started having sex and realized that it was perfect for my favorite position, prone bone. And then I grew up and became more confident overall, now I love my dick. As an exhibitionist I’d love to share pics but have some reasons why I won’t.

To set the stage, Fatima and I had been promoted to managers at our job within the same week, and we were both athletes so we started talking and became friends quickly. We worked together once or twice a week for 2 years and occasionally hung out for group wine and cheese nights. We were good friends and there was never any sexual tension. She was really pretty but I had a girl friend and she probably wasn’t interested in me either. Towards the end of our senior year I had broken up with my girlfriend and we ended up hanging out more, still nothing more than friends.

One night, we had the usual crowd over to drink wine and gossip. The rest of the crowd slowly trickled out and it ended up just being her and I, not hammered but definitely wine drunk. Conversation eventually drifted towards our families and the rough times we had gone through. Turns out, we had some similar traumatic experiences when we were younger.

We ended up holding hands and even crying a little bit. After a particularly teary bit, she laid her head on my shoulder and we just sat together in a comfortable silence. At this point, we were still just friends, and any physical contact was just comforting. We finally started talking again when she started to reminisce on all our college memories.

Stories and stories were told, and it was nearing 2:00 am. At this point, she was laying on her back with her head on my lap. I was sprawled on the couch listening to her talk and getting sleepy.

Randomly she made a comment, “I’m glad we became such good friends, I’m going to miss you,”

We started to open up and talk about our friendship and how close we had become. Maybe I was just drunk but the moment felt beautiful. I leaned my head down and gave her an innocent peck on the forehead.

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Just like that, you could feel the energy shift. The line of friendly versus sexual physical intimacy was blurred by the wine, and the look in her eyes was totally different. She reached up and pulled me down directly to her lips. We started making out and I was immediately surprised by good of a kissed she was. I knew kissing and groping was the furthest she’d gone, so feeling her softly bite my lip and explore my mouth with her tongue felt incredible.

She stood up just to sit on my lap, straddling me as her kissing blossomed from intimate to panicked. Our hands were all over eachother until she finally pulled me to our feet. In between kisses she started to pull me to her room. I had a brief realization of who I was kissing, and the time of night we were about to enter her bedroom. I stopped her. I was sober enough to know we should talk, but not sober enough to speak well.

“What do you want right now? Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“I don’t want to have sex, but I want you.”

I was drunk and confused, but in that moment I wanted her too.

I watched her sexy ass in black running shorts as she walked to her bedroom and looked back at me with a seductive smile. This woman was {sultry} for a virgin. I followed and almost tackled her to the bed. We were a mess of arms and legs, every inch of our skin yearning to feel eachother.

I stood and slowly took off my shirt. She checked me out, stood, and removed her shirt. She peeled her bra off and for the first time i saw her cute little titties. Perky with eraser nipples. I threw her right back to the bed and pinned both her hand down with one of mine. My other hand started to play with her rock hard nipples as I kissed my way down from her ear to her collarbone, savoring every inch of her soft skin and lighty sucking on both sides of her neck.

It was too much, so I stood up and removed my jeans. She looked nervous and surprised as my cock strained against my underwear. A tentative hand reached out and brushed it. Not the first cock she’d ever seen, but I could tell it was by far the biggest.

I had to check in again, but now the horniness made me blunt, “I would have sex with you right now if you wanted to. I need you to tell me how far we can go because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

She thought for a moment and replied, “I’m not ready to have sex tonight, but I want to have fun.” I never knew how sexy it could be to hear “no sex.”

I pulled her to her feet and grabbed that amazing ass. I needed more, so i spun her around and slowly pulled her shorts and underwear down in one go. I kissed her ass a few times before we laid back down and began kissing again, slowly again, and completely naked. I was groping her ass, and slowly worked my way to her pussy.

I warmed her up with one finger slowly dragging the juices from her tight hole up to her little clit. I began circling her clit with the pads of my first two fingers. Her breathing intensified and she put her head on my chest, letting someone explore her womanhood for the first time. I was gentle, I was slow, and I was hard as a rock.

I asked her if I could eat her out and she nodded nervously. She laid back and I crawled up to her soaking wet pussy. I began to slowly lick up and down her entire slit, from her tight hole to the top of her clit. After she relaxed a bit more, I started to tease her vagina with a finger. With a little pressure, my finger tip slowly slid in until I was two knuckles deep. I let her get used to the full feeling of just one finger before I tenderly probed her g-spot. All of the breath left her body and I relaxed my finger.

After a second she began gyrating her hips, and I took the hint. I turned my attention back to her clit and just left my finger hooked up, resting on her g-spot so she could control the sensation with her hips. After 5, 10, 15 minutes of gradually building intensity she was screaming. My two fingers were doing the come here motion at a steady rhythym as I stimulated her clit (my favorite technique is I actually use my lower lip since it’s softer and my tongue doesn’t get sore, I just stick my lower lip out and apply pressure as I run it up and down the clit). My other hand was wrapped around her thigh and resting just above her mound, applying just a small amount of pressure right above her pelvis, a move I learned from an ex.

As she came down from the first orgasm a man had ever given her, possibly her first ever, I came up for air and began cuddling her. We laid in comfortable silence until she started playing with my semi-soft dick. I quickly grew hard again so she pulled me on top of her and wrapped her legs around me.

My cock was resting right next to her hole and the only sounds were our heavy, ragged breathing. I asked once more, “No sex right?”

She breathed, “I’ll tell you when to stop.”

I started to just rub the tip of my dick around her slick pussy. She was so wet I could have jacked off with her wetness as lube. After what had been over an hour of outercourse, I let my hips fall forward and I inserted just the tip of the head of my penis into her pussy. She was so wet I know I could have slid all the way in with no trouble.

But I didn’t.

I was sober enough by then to know that I shouldn’t push her until she felt uncomfortable. Regardless of our friendship, I wasn’t going to pressure anybody into having sex until they knew they were ready.

But I could tease her.

With imperceptibly small thrusts I teased her virginity, and she loved it. Her lips were all over my neck and her hands latched onto my muscular back. For almost an hour I kept teasing her, only ever getting maybe half of my head into her tight pussy. Whenever I felt her begin to push back into me, trying to accept more of my length, I pulled back.

What began as me asking her if she wanted it turned into her begging for it physically. I decided she needed a final release and I went down on her once more. She came in seconds and we both knew the night was over. We cuddled up and fell right asleep.

She was gone before I woke up, she had to be at work around 7:00am. What happened the night before hit me as soon as I sat up, and I texted her immediately.

“I had a great night, sorry i kept you up so late:)”

“Haha, dont apologize, I enjoyed staying up and had a really good night as well”

In the next part I’ll talk about what happened the very next night;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jalo1k/my_innocent_indian_friend_senior_year_part_1