Making an Indian [f]riend [m]y first night in London

Between undergrad and the start of grad school, I decided to cross off "backpack through Europe" from my bucket list. My journey started in London because I had some friends from school who I could crash with there.

We went out to a pub on my first night to see a local band. My mate Rob swore they were fantastic to see live, but honestly I was feeling the jet lag more than a bit and Rob's friends were rubbing me the wrong way. I went outside for the pretense of a smoke when I saw her. She was tall, maybe 5'7, slender with wide hips and a dark complection. I don't have a type…. but she was making a very persuasive case for why south Asian should be my type.

"You're American." She grinned, her deep brown eyes lighting up.

"How'd you guess."

"I'm psychic. And your t-shity has your name of your school on it". Her body was pure India, but her accent was straight from the BBC. We chatted for a bit and she said "look, this band's rubbish. I'm only here because my flatmate dragged me. Want to go grab a beer somewhere quiter?" I very much did. I went to go tell Rob i'd met a girl and not to wait up, but I could see he was chatting up a guy and decided not to block. I sent him a text and went on our merry way.

Krishna was a medical student, two years older than me. She was recently out of a long term relationship, and while she lived in India, she'd been studying in Britain since she was young. As she drank her BBC voice occasionally slipped into her original Hindi accent, and I found that endearing as all hell.

After we had been hanging out for a bit, she said "why haven't you made a move yet? Are all Americans this chivalrous?" So I asked her how far her place was. We took a taxi, making out in the back seat.

Her apartment was quite a bit nicer than what I expected for a first year med student. We sat on the couch kissing for a bit when we started hearing the unmistakable sounds of sex from her flatmates' room. "I'm not the only one to make a friend tonight" she laughed, running a hand up my inner thigh. "I've heard you Americans are really competitive." She whispered in my ear. "Think you could make me louder?"

I didn't have to be asked twice. I lifted her off the sofa with ease and carried her in the direction of her room. I kissed her neck, pinning her to the door. I put her down on the bed, quickly lifting her top over her head. I unclasped her bra, took the little, brown nipple of her left breast in my mouth.

She began to moan, running her fingers through my hair. I kissed lower, caressing her firm breasts as I made my way down her stomach. She leaned back and I pulled her leggings down, began kissing her legs before removing her skirt.

"You've had a lot of practice" she teased me, her breathing heavy with anticipation. I forced her to spread her legs. She was shaven completely. "Someone thought she was getting lucky tonight" I teased before slowly using my tongue on her. Her only answer was to throw her head back and moan as if surprised by the sudden attention. I moved my tongue in long, slow circles on her clit, loving the taste of her. It did not take long for her to climax, announcing she was going to orgasm in a high pitched voice, her bbc accent almost lost.

I stood, took of my shirt and she hungrily grabbed at my belt buckle. Once I was out she said those three little words every guy wants to hear, "woah, you're big." Apparently her ex was also Indian, and he lived up to certain stereotypes of his people.

She stroked me slowly, her future surgeon's hands quite nimble. I told her to get a condom out of my jeans and she did so eagerly. She watched intently as I began trying to slip in. Trying. I'd been around the block a few times, including with other South Asians, and she was by far the tightest. She grabbed me and basically began masturbating using my head. She closed her eyes, saying in her breathy not-quite-british accent how good it felt. She said something in her native tongue. Repeated it forcefully. The "sorry. Forgot you aren't indian," a giggle "please put it in me"

Her body trembled as I entered, grabbing her legs for leverage. I had only made a few thrusts when she came again, shouting a garbled mix of Hindi and English. I lifted her legs, began to pound away in earnest, loving her voice, her smooth brown skin, the sight of her hair spread out on the pillow. I have no idea if she was louder than her roommate or not, I couldn't hear anything over her screams of pleasure.

"Let me ontop awhile" she panted and I happily obliged. She wrapped her powerful runners legs around me and gingerly lowered herself. She gripped the headboard for support, grinding against me hard. I caressed her breasts, did my best to keep rhythm with her. She came again and I soon released as well, groaning in a way she'd tease me about relentlessly later. She kissed my collarbone, snuggled next to me, utterly content.

"God bless the USA" she teased.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/41iotr/making_an_indian_friend_my_first_night_in_london