I had always struggled to understand the appeal of teenage girls dating or hooking up with a man who was more than a decade older than them, and at a completely different stage in life. Likewise, I felt the same way about the reverse scenario. I certainly never imagined I would end up becoming one of those men myself, but I also never imagined I would still be a single virgin when I hit 30. This is probably why my reasons for hooking up with a high school girl, were different from most people's. For one, finding single gals my age, especially ones that still had their hymens intact was damn near impossible. Secondly, despite my physical age, I had the emotional and mental age of a 19 year old, which is probably why I found it easier to find a spark with younger girls.
A bit counterintuitive, considering the main reason a high school girl would date a 30 year old, is because they're seen as more experienced and mature. Another reason why I'd probably never been with a woman. Pretty ironic, I know. But the older I got, the more the idea of being with a such a young girl began to appeal to me. Perhaps it was the desire to go back to my high school days, and experience the things I missed out on. Or perhaps I had waited long enough to know what it feels like to be desired, and do all the things couples do, and it no longer mattered who I got it from. Or, perhaps it was some weird desire to satisfy a young girl's thirst for older men. Who knows? Despite my unconventional qualities, it didn't take long for a younger girl, the kind I'd always stigmatized in my younger years, to take a liking to me.
Aparna was only a few months into her 18th birthday, when we came across each other in an online forum. She came from a traditional Hindu family and was still a senior in high school, and I came from a traditional Catholic family, and already had a steady career and three college degrees. Though we came from completely different backgrounds, and had a lot of differences, we quickly discovered that we also had a lot in common. The biggest common attribute we shared is that neither of us had ever been in a relationship, and we both had a raging sex drive, and were both very sexually frustrated and desperate to experience what a true relationship is like. I will say, I was just as surprised by her strong desires as she was by my lack of experience, but at this point, none of it even mattered. We were simply thrilled to have found each other. Somehow though, I knew it wouldn't be an entirely smooth ride.
I suspected that my new friend might have some mental health issues, when she caught feelings for me, and began talking about meeting up and starting a family after just two days of messaging. It turned out, I wasn't wrong. I wasn't surprised either though, considering that I'd always been a magnet for crazy chicks, which is another reason I never had a proper dating life. Maybe it was desperation. Maybe it was the fact that she was Indian. Maybe I was developing a fetish for crazy girls. Or, maybe it was a combination of all three. Whatever it was, the idea of a young, horny, mentally unstable Indian teenager, potentially exerting physical and emotional control over a grown man, was extremely arousing to me. I was sure it was nothing I couldn't handle, and besides, they say the crazy ones are the best in bed. There was also a large taboo aspect to the whole thing, that was really arousing to me.
As it turned out, my intuition was right. Aparna was the selfish, jealous and possessive type, and her needs always had to come first. It didn't take long for her to become extremely clingy and obsessive, to the point where I had to switch to the graveyard shift at work, so I could message her during the day, so she wouldn't go off on me. Most guys would have probably tried to end things right there, but I was well aware of what such an attempt could lead to. I'd be lying if I said that part of me wasn't scared of what she could potentially do, but another part of me couldn't help but be extremely flattered and turned on by how strong her lust for me was. That exertion of control had finally come, and despite her toxic behavior, I wanted her now more than ever. Something about her was irresistible. Perhaps it was because she was the only chance I had of finally getting some, and satisfying a long had desire to be the one to end a virgin girl's sexual frustrations. Perhaps Aparna wasn't the only one who was being selfish and manipulative.
It didn't take long for us to officially become a couple, though we didn't go bragging about it on social media. I didn't even want to imagine what sort of punishment Aparna's strict Indian parents would exert on her, if they found out she was in an online relationship with an older White man. And my traditional Catholic family would probably disown me just as quickly, if they knew I was flirting online with a mentally unstable polytheistic Hindu girl, who hadn't even graduated high school yet.
As time progressed our conversations became more personal and more sexual, with the topic of sex and nudity popping up in pretty much every conversation. Neither of us ever wanted to admit it directly, but it was becoming fairly obvious what we both wanted from each other. I don't believe for a second that Aparna never got turned on during these conversations, and never pleasured herself to my pics.
Although we had described our bodies to each other, we had never actually sexted or sent each other nudes. There was something exciting about not revealing our bodies to each other until we finally did it. And a few texts, phone calls and cam sessions later, I was flying 2,000 miles across the country, to a city I'd never been to before, to do just that.
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I arrived in Atlanta on senior ditch day, an unofficial high school tradition which always took place the Friday before finals week. Aparna's parents were completely unaware that such as tradition existed. As far as they knew, their precious daughter was at school preparing for her finals. Pretty much all the public servants in Atlanta knew about this tradition, and as long as you weren't doing anything illegal, the local authorities and businesses would look the other way. Prom was out of the question, as Aparna's parents wouldn't let her go even if someone asked her. And the senior trips always had too many chaperones. This was the only window Aparna and I had to meet together. The plan was for one of Aparna's close friends to take her from school after her mother dropped her off, then bring her back before her father picks her up. Her parents would never know she left school, but we would only have about a 5 hour window together, so we had to make it count. Needless to say, my nerves were running high.
We decided to meet each other at the city's largest Hindu temple. It was a place Aparna knew very well, and it was just a short distance from the airport. Plus, it was only fitting that I would meet an Indian girl at an Indian temple. As if by some bizarre act of telepathy, we arrived at exactly the same time.
She was the cutest, most delicate little thing I'd ever seen. 5'4" with light caramel skin, thick eyebrows, large almond shaped eyes, pink lips, a pierced nostril and straight long hair that covered half her butt cheeks. She was dressed in a traditional red and green saree that covered her more important features, and on her feet was a gold anklet, and a pair of silver flats. She looked even more stunning in real life, and for a moment I had completely forgotten that beneath all that was also a girl who struggled with mental health issues.
As we spoke and caressed each other for the first time, I suddenly felt an exciting sensation, both in my stomach and the area below it. It was a combination of excitement and arousal, and I'm pretty sure she was experiencing the same. I couldn't help but plant a kiss on her soft gentle hand. The sensation that soared through our bodies at that moment was unlike anything we'd ever experienced. This is what we'd both been waiting for, for so long. And within a matter of seconds, we finally discovered what it feels like to hold someone's hand for the first time. We wanted to to hold each other forever, but were quickly reminded that the grounds of a Hindu temple, were no place to express such emotions. They would have to wait.
Our date began with a visit to the temple. I must to say, that bringing a man with a foot fetish to a holy place that requires one to enter barefoot, probably wasn't the best idea. I barely remember the ornate columns or statues of Hindu deities, as most of my attention was focused on Aparna's cute little Desi feet. In her defense, she had no way of knowing. Although I had tried to hint at it before, it was never able to get through to her. But if she didn't know about it before, she sure as hell knew about it now. I felt somewhat blasphemous as I found my arousal becoming increasingly difficult to control. I felt even more embarrassed when Aparna, in a rather creeped out tone, called me out for looking at her feet. I tried my best to enjoy my first Hindu temple, and be less obvious, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Our visit to the temple concluded with a ritual water cleansing, something that we both probably needed, especially me.
After our visit to the temple, it was only fitting that our next stop was a traditional Indian restaurant. Despite the tolerant multicultural vibe of Atlanta, it was pretty clear by the glances we were receiving from the other patrons, that a White man and a traditional Indian girl having breakfast together, was not the norm around these parts. And needless to say, our 12 year age gap wasn't helping the situation. Thankfully, by the time our meal arrived, the restaurant had largely cleared out.
As we talked and enjoyed each other's company over a traditional serving of kochuris, luchis and curry, I suddenly felt Aparna's foot slip out of her flat and the tips of her unpainted toenails digging into my leg. The sensual massage casually continued throughout the course of our meal, and the sudden rush of "excitement" and adrenaline, wasn't doing my stomach or appetite any good. Eventually, my date put her excited little feet back on the floor, and I was able to finish the rest of my meal. My "excitement" quickly returned however, when my exotic young date asked me to lick her fingers clean and do the same to me. My heart skipped a beat, and at this point, my semi hard cock was dripping wet and starting to stick to my boxers. I knew the moment she crossed her legs and curled her cute little toes, that Aparna's young virgin pussy was doing the same. We knew we couldn't wait any longer. We washed up, paid the bill and caught the bus to the airport hotel, where the real fun was about to begin.
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I tossed my backpack, kicked the door shut and pinned her against the hotel wall. Her right shoe fell to the floor, and her left one was barely hanging on, as I placed my arms under her thighs and propped her up just enough to be at the same eye level. Next thing we knew, we were finally experiencing our first kiss. Despite having waited twice as long, she seemed to be even more turned on by the kiss than I was. People always expect their first kiss to be a disaster, but this one was absolutely perfect. Our lips must have been together for a full minute. It was the most pleasant and calming feeling I had ever experienced.
We hadn't even taken our clothes off and I already had the hardest and wettest boner I've ever had. I chose the wrong day to wear slacks. I was certain Aparna could feel me through her thin saree, and I was getting more aroused by the minute. I felt if I pressed too hard against her, I would explode in my pants before I had a chance to show her what was in them. Suddenly, I realized I wasn't the only one getting excited, as I noticed Aparna's juices beginning to drip onto the floor.
