She was the love of my life. But it was not like this in the beginning. In fact she would avoid looking in my direction. If I attempted to strike a conversation, she would shy away. She was like a dove scared of the predator. And predator I was. I wanted her ever so badly.
She was a young woman of eighteen, stepping into her womanhood but not yet defiled. I would lust for her. Was I right in lusting after a girl so young, so unspoilt, so childlike in her manners. She was spontaneous, talkative among her group and full of laughter and fun. I was the one eyeing her without her being aware of it. She would quietly do the work assigned to her, and once accomplished leave the place quietly.
Her silent nature was drawing me closer to her. I wanted to know her – her dreams, aspirations, and her desires. She would not have had any desires towards me, but I was mad after her. She was beautiful and she was so desirable. I would fantasize about her. I would hold her tight in my dreams, kiss her and sometimes even dreamt of making love to her. My dreams would leave me desiring her more. Would she ever fall in my arms?
Till it happened one day. The weather was bad, it had poured relentlessly the whole day, and no body wanted to be caught in the rains. So the moment there was a let up in the rain, others left. Since she would always walk back home, she stayed to complete her assignment. The weather, her presence in the next office and my inflamed desires – I was kind of in a daze. All kind of thoughts were crossing my mind – how to get close to her, how to reveal to her my innermost feelings for her. I did not know how to approach her. She seemed so forlorn, so far away. I knew if I tried telling her my feelings for her, she would create a ruckus, may even run away from her work never to return. I was dealing with a tough cookie, I thought.
I heard a whirl of her skirts flowing past my door. She knocked nimbly. I hoarsely called her name to enquire if everything was alright. She stepped in – my beautiful damsel, my Goddess of love, my Venus was standing across my table. She enquired till how long would I stay back. I thought she would like to leave since it was turning dark outside. I mumbled some inaudible words. I was amazed at my clumsy behaviour, but I did not know how to hide my desires for her. She smiled and asked if I would like some coffee. Sure! If you fetch it, I said. She seemed so thoughtful and considerate towards me that I felt like melting with more love than lust for her. Lusting after her, I was.
She came back with two cups of coffee. I offered her the chair. We started sipping the steaming hot coffee, and made some small conversation. About her family, her home and her dreams. I was feeling good, since this was the first time she was interacting with me on an informal note. She replied in monosyllables mostly maintaining her coy attitude. Deep within my desires were inflamed. I could hardly keep my eyes off her, admiring her beauty. My mind was wondering about her beautiful petit built.
We sipped coffee in silence. I sometimes dared to look at the object of my desires, and whenever our eyes met, she avoided the gaze. Her such lovely demeanour added to my passionate feelings for her. But who would break the ice? Why was I being so afraid of just getting up and holding her tight in my arms, kissing her violently or just making love.
My pulse was racing and my head was full of all kind of lustful thoughts about her. I was almost shivering in an attempt to control my lust for her. Finally, she made an attempt to get up. I jumped out of my chair, and went to her side. Slowly, I murmured my desires for her. I wonder if she even paid attention to what I said. My hands extended to reach her. She tried to avoid me by ducking, possibly afraid of my motives. I bent forward to kiss her, and she turned away. She was sobbing, and I was perplexed. Was I right in my attempts to defile a flower so pure? She was the hunted and I the hunter. Did my heart know no pity for one so helpless in her looks and demeanor?
I was the devil in that moment of pity, yet I could not lift the saintly veil of my face. I slowly held her at the shoulders, turned her towards me and spoke softly. I tried to put her at ease. Her dove like eyes were brimming with tears. I lightly wiped them off with my fingers. I was physically so close to the love of my life that I could smell her fragrant breath. Yet she was so far away from me, so detached, and ignorant of my motives and probably she was afraid too. This was the moment for me to strike, I resolved.
I slowly kissed her cheeks, then her hair and then both the eyes. She looked wide-eyed as if imploring my intentions. I only smiled and touched her, telling as if everything is alright. I, next, kissed her tender lips. They were cold to me initially, but slowly she warmed up to my efforts. She parted her lips a little, I probed deep in her mouth. She tasted like honeydew, and she was now relaxed. We continued kissing for a little while longer, and she returned the favours by pushing her tongue in my mouth. She sucked on my lips, biting them off. I was enjoying the pain of her bites with pleasure. My lust to take her was building up.
She too seemed to be responding. I became a little bolder, and slowly held her and sat her down on my lap. She did not mind, and settled down like a kitten. Now I inched my hand up her thigh. I felt the flesh on her thighs. And slowly I flitted my hand close to her pussy. Did I feel a kind of moistness there? I desired to probe further, and slowly skirted her panty off, moving my fingers nimbly. I kept her attention wrapped around the pleasures of suckling her agile tongue.
My fingers reached the woolly area. She had a soft fuzz around the cunt lips. I parted those lips, they were warmly moist. My fingers caressed those warm pleasure paths. I would have loved to have my tongue where my fingers were. But for the time being, I would have let my fingers be the masters of the ceremonies. Ceremony, it was to be – a virgin’s deflowering had to take place, and my fingers would lead me there.
I dared to probe a little more deeper. I felt her tightening her thighs around my hand, signs of protest I thought. I needed to pay more attention to keep her thoughts away from her groin. I, once again inched my way up. I felt the inner lips, more soft and more moist. I was fervently hoping to nibble these lips off her cunt, before thrusting my tongue deep into her. I fumbled for the royal entrance. I bowed at her openings with the pulp of the finger tip, and splosh – I was In. She was flooded with her virgin juices, anticipating the royal steed. Instead it was just a tip, of a finger. Was she disappointed at her discovery, well let me proceed with the finger fuck and see. I felt her warmth, I felt the wetness and I started to move my finger in and out of her flooded cunt hole. She relaxed a little, I saw my signal and pushed another finger in. I was enjoying with my fingers what my rock hard cock would have loved.