I grew up in the outskirts on a medium sized city in the UK. We weren't poor or rich, just a solidly middle class English family. Education was really important to my parents and my sister and I both went to a local Grammar school (what would be called a magnet school in the US). One of my sister's friends was a beautiful Indian girl called Preeya. She had an hourglass body with heavy breasts and curvy rear. Her long black hair was kept in a braid down her back, and she'd tuck her small ears away behind the mass of locks. Her skin was a dark dusky brown almost black. What completed the package were her almond shaped green eyes and full sensual lips. I was in love despite being two years older than her.
It turned out Preeya had an identical twin sister who was going to a regular school - I guess not all twins are alike in the brains department. Indra was her name but we didn't met for several years. I'd see Preeya from time to time, tagging along with my sister but there never was a right moment to make a play. Before long, I had graduated school and was at University and that was that. Or so I thought.
Two years rolled by before I saw her again. At 18, Preeya was even more beautiful. Gone was the look of a girl, now she was all woman with a more pinched waist, wider hips and even large bosom. The occasion was a celebratory dinner for the end of school, getting good exam results and placement into good universities. Bethany, my sister, had invited Preeya and her family over for dinner. Preeya's mother and father typified the stereotype of first generation Indian parents - conservative, quiet but determined to do well by their children. Preeya was the star and center of their universe while her sister, Indra, was largely ignored. It was so strange because being identical twins while they looked the same they acted and dressed completely differently. Preeya was the chic and sophisticated one in a pale blue dress, nice shoes, and simple make-up while Indra was the slightly tarty one wearing tight leopard print leggings, a black blouse, and tall leather boots. Over dinner Preeya and had a great chat, especially about going to Oxford which was where I was going. I had lots to share and told her she could always come to me with anything while we overlapped her first year.
After dinner I asked my sister if she could text a message to Preeya to see if she would like to go out on a date to see the movies. Bethany told me I was a cheeky boy and if I ever hurt her friend she'd cut my balls off but she did send the message. Right away Preeya texted back that she would love to go out but she would have to have her sister cover for her since their parents would never let her go out with a boy, let alone a white boy.
Well the day came and we had a wonderful dinner followed up by watching an artsy film that was the talk of the town. Preeya was a bit too impressed by our date - clearly naïve about dating and men. At first, all I wanted to was to get in her panties but by our second date a week later, I started to really feel rotten about taking advantage of her like that and my feelings became stronger and more sincere.
Little did I know that Indra's quid pro quo for helping her sister out was to pretend to be Preeya on every other date. So in fact I was dating both sisters. Turned out I liked the lively witty Indra and the brainy sweet Preeya but since I was none the wiser I just chalked up their different personalities to the situations we found ourselves in.
Two months later and after many dates, Preeya, or at least I thought it was Preeya, told me she wanted to loose her virginity to me. In fact it was Indra who had said that, the more impulsive of the two sisters. We planned to sneak way to a center city hotel for a day of sin. Of course Indra had to come clean to Preeya who was aghast since she really liked me too but wasn't ready for sex. But now, if they were going to share me, she too would have to lose her virginity or I'd get suspicious.
So on Saturday morning Indra showed up at the hotel lobby looking a little nervous but excited all the same time. I greeted her and we rode up in the elevator to the 20th floor penthouse apartment that I'd blown £500 on for the day. A bottle of champagne on ice and 12 red roses were left on a side table in the entrance. I scooped us Indra in my arms and carried her to the king sized bed with its incredible views over the city. Previous to this we'd only kissed and I'd felt her body up. This time Indra simply stood up and unzipped her dress to reveal a sexy set of bright red bra and underwear that set off her dusky skin. The underwear and bra quickly came off to reveal large black nipples and pubic hair shaved into a tight landing strip. He heavy breasts were exquisitely proportioned to her round bottom and wide child bearing hips. She was like a fertility goddess, ripe and wanton.
Indra was clearly nervous and I had to put her at ease by gentle massaging her back and legs and kissing up to her breasts. After a good amount of ministration I trailed down to her pussy with small kisses and bites. Her lips had swollen with blood and her clit stood erect and high. I started licking and fondling her pussy and slowly opened her with my fingers covered with a little lubricant jelly. I didn't want her first time to be painful. When all was good and wet, I mounted her slowly, letting her get used to me. It only took a few thrusts to break her hymen and afterward we had some funny attempts at matching our timing. In the end she climaxed and I followed quickly after, not wanting to wear her out. A small reddish patch on the sheets was all the evidence of her lost virginity. We cuddled and basked in the glow of our mutual orgasms.
