The Sudden Rain – Part 1

My name is Adalia. I am half Indian and half British. I am 21 years old. I completed my higher secondary studies in Kerala and moved to Bengaluru for my college. This happened when I was 19 years old. I was in my first year in college at Bengaluru.

It was a clear and warm day, and the college was celebrating our annual day function. Everybody could wear anything they want but neatly. I wore a modern black saree which I wore for the first time in my life. I was so excited.

My roommates said because I had an hourglass-shaped body I looked good (this is not a sex story, but I am adding my sizes anyway 34-25-36. I was 5’4″ tall and weighed around 49 kg. My facial structure is like with doe eyes (not gonna brag but I have a good jawline) a button nose and bow-shaped lips).

The function started 5 at evening. But we had to get there early because of some duties from the students club. The program was said to be conducted till midnight. But a fight between the seniors made the function stop at 10. Everyone left and the club members had to arrange the stage back to normal and just like that, most of them went home leaving the work to us 5 people.

I had to move all the covers filled with waste papers to the back of the building (it was pretty hard to move that thing while wearing a saree). When I reached there, it started to rain hard and I somehow ran to the old storage room with no roof and stood there for a while hoping the rain would stop after a few minutes. But it didn’t.

Suddenly, my mom called me and the phone died at the same time. But I heard someone running towards the storage room. It was that guy who I said looked cute to my roommates in a truth or dare game. He didn’t see since I was sitting under an old table. At that time, something flew near my nose and I sneezed hard. Then he looked under the table and saw me sitting there in a hugging knee pose.

[Flashback: It was a Sunday afternoon when me and my roommates/my besties were bored and decided to play truth or dare. Then came my name and Aadwika asked me to say the name of the guy I found attractive in our college since I picked the truth and of course, I said that guy’s name “Ishaan”. (He was 20 and moved from Mumbai to Bengaluru with his family to a big flat a few kilometers away from the college) and yes, the next time I had to dare, and I was asked to say that straight to his face. It turned out how I imagined, he said he was not looking for a relationship right now.]

He asked me what I was doing there and I explained how I ended up there. Then he called one of his friends to ask whether they left without him or not. He put his phone on speaker mode to hear because of the loud raining sound. His friends picked up the call and said they had left and were hanging out at another one of his friend’s place.

He called many bad words in Hindi and looked down, seeing me he ended the call and told me to stand up. Then he grabbed my hand and told me to run as fast as possible to the college building. When we reached there, he looked at me and saw my saree on dirt and mud.

He said sorry for that and asked me where I lived. And I told him my address. Then we had a little chat. We chatted in English because I didn’t know his language and he didn’t know mine.

Ishaan: How will you get there?

Me: I don’t know, my phone died so I can’t call anyone.

Ishaan: Try using my phone.

Me (looked at his phone and saw it in 1%): What is this? Are you trolling me?

Ishaan: I am sorry, I didn’t notice it.

Me: ….

Ishaan:…

(After a minute gap.)

Ishaan: So, what now?

Me: I will stay until someone comes.

Ishaan: Okay, if you don’t take it another way, can I ask something?

Me (blushed hard): Wha..what is it?

Ishaan: Do you want to come to my apartment?

Me: What n.. no way.

Ishaan: I knew you would say no.

I asked since you complimented me that day.

Me: (blushed hard again).

Ishaan: You’re blushing (with a small smile).

Me: N.. no, I’m not (while blushing).

Ishaan: C’mon yaar, just till the rain stops. I’ll drop you to your place after that.

Me: O.. okay (blushed), but how do we get there?

Ishaan: I have a bike just outside the college. We have to make a run for it or just wait here I’ll come back.

Me: You’ll not leave me here, right?

Ishaan: No, just stay here.

Then he took his bike and picked me up and went to his apartment. Be said there was an elevator in the parking lot. We went to the parking lot elevator and saw the almost-filled elevator.

Me: Are you sure we go in there with them?

Ishaan: Yeah.

Me (I yelled): Are you blind or something? I am soaking wet.

Everybody looked at us. And I thought about what I just said. Then I covered my face with my hands and leaned forward to him.

Ishaan: Hey, it’s okay, trust me (with a small smile).

Me: Mmhm..

Since the elevator was silent, I heard some aunties talking about me and him with a low voice. I looked at one of them and they said, “Oi, she’s looking at us” and had a small group laughing.

The elevator stopped at the 12th floor and he told me to move this was our floor. Then he took me to his apartment. It was an apartment with three rooms, a kitchen, an attached bathroom in every room, and one common bathroom.

Ishaan: Welcome to my house.

Me (smiled and asked): Where are your parents?

Ishaan: Oh, they went to my uncle’s house for his birthday and will not be back until Tuesday.

Me: Oh…

Ishaan: C’mon, I’ll show you the washroom.

Me (went to the common bathroom): I’ll use this washroom.

Ishaan: N… no you can’t.

Me: Why, why can’t I?

Ishaan: Beca.. because one of the pipes broke in there and that’s for the guests.

Me: What do you mean, okay then I’ll use your sister’s.

Ishaan: No, she locks it every time she goes out. Use mine.

Me: Okay, whatever.

Then he showed me his room and washroom. He told me that I could use one of his t-shirts and said he would find his sister’s pants somewhere before I came out from the shower. Then he went outside the room.

I started to remove my dirty saree and undies, placed them in the basket, and went to take a shower. To be honest, he kept his bathroom clean and smelled great. When I was thinking how I would use his soap, I saw a shower gel in the corner and I used it. I felt relaxed.

Then I finished my bath, wrapped a towel around me, and went outside the bathroom. I looked for his t-shirt that fit me and ended up finding nothing. But so many black t-shirts. At last, I found an oversized red and black checked shirt. Then I took that outside and removed my towel.

Unexpectedly the movement, I removed the towel the door opened and he came inside. I covered my body with his shirt that was in my hand. He froze and his eyes widened. I screamed and said to get out.

He quickly placed his sister’s shorts on the bed and ran outside. I stood there and sobbed a little from the shock. Then I put on the dress, gained some courage, and went outside with my dirty clothes. I asked him where the laundry room was. He showed me and asked if he could do that for me and I said no. Then I came outside the room after putting the dress in the washing machine.

Ishaan: Hey, I’m sorry I should have knocked I’m sorry (with a blushed face).

Me: It’s.. It’s okay. Don’t tell anyone about this okay? (blushed)

Ishaan: Okay (small smile while blushing).

Ishaan: You know how to cook, right?

Me: Yeah, not so great but I can.

Ishaan: Good, I can’t, so can you prepare something? The network is not so working right now, so I can’t order anything.

Me: Okay, let me see what we got.

He thanked me and I went to the kitchen. The rain didn’t stop. Later when I was making tea for us, I saw him taking off his tee. I felt something I’d never experienced. It was something that was unexplainable. My face was turning red. I knew something was not right. My legs started to unbalance. Just after a while when I was going to put sugar in the tea, I felt that again that feeling again. It started to get stronger and stronger.

Right after I added sugar, I felt someone’s hands on my waist. Ishaan was right behind me. Then I turned around and there was no space between us. The atmosphere turned cold to hot instantly. He grabbed my hands and pinned me against the wall and leaned forward. His face rode and smelled on my neck.

I felt uncomfortably good. He kissed my neck and moved to my lips. I could feel him breathing on my face. That hot and pleasant smell of sweat and the shower gel made me weak.

Me: What are you doing? (while panting)

Ishaan: I don’t know (breathing hard).

Me: We can’t do this (feeling goosebumps).

Ishaan: I know you want this, don’t hold back (kissed me on the lips).

My eyes started to fill with tears. But I wasn’t sad or happy. I didn’t know what to do. I was weak both mentally and physically. Then he started to move his hands from my waist to my boobs. He squeezed them and pinched the nipples.

Me: Ahh… ahh… ahh… stop that (panting).

Ishaan: No, don’t hold back, let it out.

Continued to pinch my nipples. Then with a loud moan, I came,

Me: Aaahhhhh… (almost fainted).

He caught me and carried me to his room. Then he gently placed me on the bed and started to remove my shirt. I wasn’t wearing any undies so he removed my shorts too. He gently touched my vagina.

Me: Aahhh..Don’t touch there (with stuttering).

Ishaan: Relax a bit.

Me (moaned): Mmm…

Then he inserted his two fingers inside my vagina.

Me: Aahhhh…

He slowly touched the inside. The sensations were going to melt me from the inside. Then he started to lick and thrust his tongue into my vagina.

Me: D… don’t lick there it’s dir… dirr… dirty, ahhhh…

He continued to do that and I couldn’t control myself and came a lot more than the first time. I’ve only watched porn videos two or three times because I was busy studying and didn’t get to use my mobile very often. I never ever masturbated once in my life because I was scared if something happened to my vagina. Also, never I told anyone about this my entire life because I thought everybody would make fun of me.

Then he stood up and took off his pants. It was a clean hard 7.5-inch penis. He grabbed my hair and said –

Ishaan: Suck it…

I, with half-consciousness, said –

Me: W.. wait I don’t…

He put his penis inside my mouth. It was big, warm, slimy, and salty, mostly slimy. Then he held my head there for a minute until I almost choked. Then he started to move my head forward and backward. I gagged a few times.

After some time, he stopped and came inside my mouth. It was warm, salty, and a little bitter sticky slime inside my mouth.

Ishaan: I am sorry, I couldn’t hold it back.

He handed me a towel to clean my mouth. But I wasn’t able to do it myself. So he cleaned it for me. Then he went to my ears and whispered, “It’s not over yet”. My eyes opened wide and looked at him. He then kissed me hard. At this point, I was so confused about what I should do. Then I closed my eyes and kissed him hard just like he did to me. He pushed me to the bed and went on top of me.

Ishaan: Can I put it in?

I was confused about what I should say.

Me: Please be gentle (blushed).

Then he was teasing my clitoris with his tip. I was getting wetter and wetter.

Me: Ahh.. ahh.. ahh…

Ishaan: Ask for it (with a smirk).

Me: P.. put it in.. put it in..

Ishaan: What? I can’t hear you. Say louder.

Me: Put… it… in…, please…

Ishaan: Oh, you want me to put it in? Why didn’t you say so? (smirks)

He then put his hard cock inside my vagina. As he was putting it in, my hymen stretched and blood was on his penis. I was in a lot of pain.

Me: Aaahhhhh… n… n… no….please stop please (cries).

He tried to comfort me,

Ishaan (gently): Hey.. hey.. it’s alright, this is normal, just relax.

Me (while crying): N… no… I can’t relax.

Ishaan: It’s okay, it’s okay.. (kissed me on the lips)

After a minute, his dick was completely inside me. It was really touching at the end. I told him to stay like that and not move. But he ended up pulling his cock out. Then he wiped my blood from his cock and lubed it with my love juice.

Ishaan: You’ll feel good from now on.

Me: Are you sure?

Ishaan: Trust me.

Then he gently put his cock back inside and started to thrust slowly.

Me: Aahh.. aahh.. aahh.. aahh..

Ishaan: Ohh.. oh yes.. oh.. You’re so tight, try to relax a bit.

Me: Ahh.. ahh.. ahh…

Ishaan: You’re squeezing me so hard, ahh..

Suddenly, he started to speed up his thrust. But along with that, he did something else. He started to pinch my nipples so hard that I extremely cummed.

He then flipped me over and raised my butt, then continued to thrust. But this time was a mix of speeds. I was not feeling the pain I felt at first. The sensations started to feel good now. The conversations started to get smaller and smaller. Again after some thrusts, I cummed again.

We were covered in sweat. It was so hot that we couldn’t even feel the coldness from the pouring rain. He stopped for a minute to catch his breath.

Ishaan: I love you so much. (breathes heavily)

Me: Mmm.. (breathes heavily).

Then he turned me sideways and tried to insert it. That position was not so great.

Ishaan: Do you feel good?

He covered my mouth with his hand and sped up the thrust. After a minute, he stopped.

Ishaan: Now, it’s your turn. (breathes heavily)

Me: What d.. do you mean my t..turn? (breathes heavily)

Then he put me on top of him. I was so weak that I fell on top of him. Then I raised my head and kissed him. I sat on his dick and tried to put it in. Since I was so wet, his dick went smoothly inside my vagina.

Me: Aaahhhh..

Ishaan: Oh yes…

Me: Mmm.. mmm…Do you like that?

He grabbed and squeezed my ass so hard that when I stopped moving, he grabbed my ass and moved it so fast while I was kissing him. I came again.

Me: Mmm… can we stop? I am… I am tired.

Ishaan: Hold it together (squeeze and bite my nipple). I am about to cum.

Me: Ahh… ahh..

Ishaan: I can’t pull out, ahh…

Me: N… no, aaahhhh…

Ishaan: Sorry, I couldn’t control myself.

Me: What have you done, no..!

Ishaan: Aren’t you on your safe day? I thought you were on that day because you didn’t say anything. What do we do now?

Me: What’s a safe day? (like I said, my knowledge about sex was very low compared to an average girl. I always avoided that type of group chat, I was told that if semen goes inside the vagina any day you will get pregnant. I always thought I would do these kinds of things after the marriage so I didn’t bother about that very much)

Ishaan: Wait, so you don’t know what that is? You got to be kidding me. (laughed)

Me: Tell me, what is it?

Ishaan: Don’t bother about that now. Research about that in your free time.

Just wait for a week, buy a pregnancy test kit, and inform me.

Me: What if it is positive? (looked in his eyes)

Ishaan (looked back at me in my eyes, moved the hair from my face): I’ll figure something out don’t worry. (smiled)

Then I hugged him so tightly and slept under his arms. He held me close and we slept and the rain never stopped. His room was facing east, so the early sun rays fell on us and woke me up. It was almost 6:15 am. I put on his shirt and those shorts, and I went straight to the kitchen for some tea. While the water was boiling up, I quickly brushed my mouth with his brush (it was disgusting at first).

Then I went to the kitchen again and finished up the tea and I moved to the balcony. Right after my first sip, he came and hugged me from the back and took my tea.

Me: There’s another cup for you in the kitchen.

Ishaan: No, I’ll take this cup, you go and take that.

Me: You lazy ass.

Ishaan laughed and spilled tea on the floor.

Me: Clean that yourself.

Ishaan: Hey c’mon, you can do that, right?

Then he came near the door frame, set his tea on the stool nearby, and grabbed my waist.

Ishaan: Won’t you do it for me? (looked me in the eyes with his innocent eyes)

Me (fell for his innocent eyes and accepted): Okay fine, I’ll do it you dump ass.

Ishaan laughed. Just then the door opened (we had only locked the door with keys last night and he had the duplicate and the main key was in his parents’ hand). His mother came inside and saw us in the worst way possible. We were so close and he was pulling up my shirt and half of my back was visible.

Brinda (mom): What are you doing?! What is all this?

He quickly took his hands off me and I moved behind him and turned my head down.

Mom: Who is this girl?

Ishaan: Mummy, this is Adalia, and she’s my friend.

Mom: And why’s your friend dressed up like that, huh?!

Ishaan: Mummy, yesterday it rained hard and she was alone in college after the program. So, I invited her here until the rain stopped and I gave my clothes to her.

Mom: Why didn’t you give your sister’s clothes?

Ishaan: I only found these shorts in the drying area.

Mom: Can I ask you something else?

Ishaan: Yes mom…

Mom: What in the goddam hell was going on when I came inside, huh?

Ishaan: Actually mummy, we were just..

Mom: We were just what? Hey you, what was your name again?

Me: Adalia.

Mom: Adalia, are you a Hindu?

Me: N… no….I am actually Christian (with a nervous look).

Mom: Oh, you’re a Christian, give me your mother’s number.

Me: Oh, please no, I’ll do anything, anything you say.

Ishaan: Mom, please don’t do this.

Mom (to Ishaan): You, shut up.

Mom (to me): Give me your mother’s number.

Me: No, I’ll. I’ll do anything you say (on the verge of tears).

Mom: Keep the tears to yourself, and give your mother’s number.

Me: Please… (cries).

Ishaan: Mom, this is too far.

Just then, his father and elder sister came in.

Ashok (dad): What is going on? The neighbors are hearing what you guys are shouting.

Dad: Brinda, who is this girl?

Ishita (sister): Are the shorts she’s wearing mine?

Ishaan: Yes, so what?

Sister: You!

Mom: Oi, shut up you two.

Dad: I’ve asked you a question, right? (with a slightly louder voice)

Mom: This is Adalia, she’s Ishaan’s friend.

Father: Is she just a friend of yours or?

Ishaan: She was, until last night…

Father: What happened last night?

Ishaan: So.. last night…

Father: No-no, you shut it, I’ll ask her. Beti, just sit down there on the couch (Ishaan went to sit near me). No no no.. you stand just right there.

I looked at Ishaan.

Father: Look at me and tell me what happened last night. If you tell the truth, you can go home without calling your mother, okay?

Me: Last night…

Father: Last night…

Me: It was raining, so I was stuck in college after the celebration. So, I saw Ishaan and came here because of his persistence.

Father: Ohh, and what happened?

Me: He.. he gave me some clothes to change and I went to make some tea.

Father: That’s what happened?

Me: Yes, that’s…that’s what happened.

Father: So, do you want me to call your mom, huh?

Me: Please no, I am saying the truth (while slightly sobbing).

Father: So, what happened after that?

Me: Nothing happened (with a cracking voice).

Ishaan: Dad, she’s saying the truth.

Dad: I told you to shut up. (Asked me again) what happened?

Me: We..

Dad: We…

Me: We slept together (cries).

Dad: I see just slept together or you two..uhh…

Me (nodded while crying): Mmm…

His dad looked at him and asked him to come to the balcony for a minute. While his sister came to me to comfort me, I saw two of them having a small quarrel. After some minutes, Ishaan came to me and said –

Ishaan: Get a shower and dress up. I’ll drop you off.

Then I went to dress up and wore yesterday’s saree from the washing machine. Then I went to the door with an updo hairstyle. I heard his mom saying, “Now I know why he chose her”. I didn’t know what to do, so I just looked at his mom with a blushed face. She called me to her.

Mom: Come here, beti.

Me (walked to her): What is it, aunty?

Mom: Just stay here, I’ll be right back.

Me: Okay.

Mom (came back with a very small black bindi): Here put this here.

Me (placed it on my forehead): Thank you.

Then Ishaan came and I said goodbye to them and left. He took me to his car and said to get in. It was so silent till we reached my apartment. I waited for a few seconds and opened the door.

Ishaan (grabbed and closed the door): I’ll never lose you (kissed me).

Me: Me too (kissed him back with tears).

Then he dropped me off and went home. I never asked what they quarreled about and I didn’t want him to get upset again. I went straight to my room and did not answer any of my friends’ questions.

The rest of the day in part 2.

(This is a real story that happened to me in my college days.)