I had often heard from friends narrating their first experience of sex on their first night and that always kept me wondering about it. I often spoke to myself, filled with fantasies, always feeling embarrassed with them. The tales narrated by them eventually increased the urge in me to experience the touch of a man. I would sometimes laugh at myself at my silly prodigy. Yes, it was the way, I was keeping on with my life.
I was grown up and my parents were worried about me . 25yrs old in Indian society is quite late for marriage. I often mused....
"One day even I would get a prince, like Cinderella."
The time was not distant. Ultimately, I really conferred someone special in life. Certainly, he was different not like others. I was impressed by his manly body at the first sight and all my fantasies seemed to come true to life.
Our meeting was an arranged sort of thing, but I could read the inner recess of his mind. I liked the way he smiled and the look in his eyes transported me another world.
"Can I take her out?"
He asked my superstitious mother but beyond my expectations she agreed and I was glad and thanked God for it.
We spend a lot of time strolling in parks and then suddenly he caught my hand. The very touch of his hands sent a thrill all over my body. I liked it. He tried to look into my eyes but it was hard for me to lift my head, I felt really shy. It became difficult for me to look into his eyes. Until one day he asked me suddenly...
"Are you afraid of me Menka."
I buried my hands deep into my pockets, my teeth bit onto my lips and I was spellbound, unable to reply. I couldn't say no but just nodded my head.
He left my hand and that gave me courage to look into his face.
"Will you come along with me to my house Menka?"
I was in a dilemma and didn't know what to say I just muttered.....
"Ask Mamma"
"That's my problem dear".
How could one become dear in the first meeting, then too, I liked it not being able to conceal my emotions.
The day had come, he arrived at my place in the evening and we reached his placed in an hour. There was no one at his place. He locked the door and offered me some soft drinks. He showed me the whole house.
"Menka you'll be the queen of this palace"
How soothing were his words. He took me to his room which was to become mine. He made me sit on the bed and switched on the song "Mysterious girl". He called me for a dance and I obeyed like an obedient child in front of his teacher it was difficult to resist any of his demands.
The music stopped suddenly and I woke up from a dreamy land trying to gain my senses back and found myself too close to him .His arms had enclosed me and I was feeling the warmth of his body. My heart was beating fast I was blushing. And suddenly I realized
"My boobs are so small. He won't like them."
I said to myself, but before he could explore the labyrinths of my mind I tried to ease myself I started taking to him asking about his family abnormally. And then he suddenly placed his lips on mine and held my face in his hands.
"No more speaking Menka."
'A terrible thing was happening to me, I stopped. I could feel my lips slipping into his as he sucked along...
"Give me your tongue Menka"
Before I could say anything , his lips had taken possession of mine and both our lips were entertaining and enjoying the saliva dripping back and forth trying to gratify one another by this sensuous act.
"Is this love."
I asked myself .Anyway I liked the exchange of the sweet succulence inflowing from his lips.
And then his hands crawled down on my neck and he kissed under my ear. I was hypnotized and didn't understand what was happening but whatever it was, it was astounding. I was afraid that he wouldn't like them, I was sure but, something unexpected happened.
