First love – Part 1

Let me change our first names to ‘Honey’ and ‘Bunny’. I hope you have already had the idea that Honey is the heroine of the story, and Bunny means your beginner writer and innocent boy. You may be thinking why I titled myself as “innocent” because this original story happened when we were in university, studying for our degree. Most of this story is like a paradise, which leaves a mark of the real saga of romance. Everyone knows that love stories that happened at the age of twenty always give us more refreshing energy in our college days; at the same time, we can’t forget them easily; they leave a big impression in our hearts.

More importantly, Bunny, influenced by his friends, parents, and personal experiences, believed that girls were high-maintenance and that love was a complex and risky endeavor. His parents’ advice to avoid love at all costs further solidified his belief. He concluded that love was not for him, and he decided to focus on other aspects of his life. However, his journey would eventually challenge these beliefs and prove him wrong. Also, this is my first time sharing my story with anyone, and my first time writing my story and sharing it with you all as well. Ignore my beginner mistakes and read it at your leisure.

Let’s dive into my story. As usual, I am going to college and coming home like a regular college boy, boring as usual, but one day there is an event happening in my college; there are some game stalls. Students come and play games, but we met at a stall in that event, and then I didn’t have any intention to love or anything at that moment, but unfortunately, fate has different plans. Without any knowledge of how to talk to girls, I started cheering her when she was playing the game, and at last, she won the game.

Finally, she looked at me, but I was busy talking with my friends. So, I didn’t give much notice to that look and expression of hers. Lastly, we parted our ways. The next day, she came to the event again and came to the same stall. Looking around, I thought she didn’t know that the stall was for a single-day event, so I went to tell her that info. When she saw me, she was very happy and smiled. Then suddenly my friends called me, so I went with my friends.

After the event wrapped up for the weekend, I received a message from an Instagram handle that simply said, “Hai.” I was surprised, thinking it was a fake profile. But then suddenly I remembered that profile name from long back, following my account, and thought of starting the conversation with my message like this:

Me (Bunny): Hi Honey, how are you, honey?

With that message, I thought for a second and checked her entire profile from top to bottom to see her picture, but unfortunately, she hasn’t posted any posts.

Me: Who is this?

Honey: We met at the event. Already forgot me?

Me: Yeah, not like that. I don’t know; this account is yours, and sorry again.

Honey: That’s fine. I’ve been following your account for 1 year.

Me: Really?

Because my profile is public, I don’t know who is following me and whose accounts those belonged to.

Honey: I know you from your classmates, and sometimes I travel on your bus from college to home.

Me: How do you know that my classmates and I don’t know we are on the same bus?

Honey: Yes, from girls’ gossip, and sometimes I use the same bus as you. You probably haven’t noticed me because you always go to the last seat without looking around.

Me: Yeah, I really don’t find it interesting, so I will put my headphones on with loud music and go to the back seat and lay on my seat.

Honey: I can understand

Me: What else, and where are you?

Honey: Home

Me: Okay, let’s meet on the bus tomorrow.

Me: Bye!

Honey: Okay, bye.

The next day, she surprised me with a box of silky smooth chocolates. It was the first time a girl had ever given me such a thoughtful gift. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine all day long. Over the next two months, our conversations deepened, and our bond grew stronger. A group of mutual friends, including a few girls, joined our circle. Honey seemed particularly comfortable around me. She often went out of her way to cook delicious meals, from breakfast to late-night snacks. And whenever another girl so much as glanced my way, a spark of jealousy would flash in her eyes. It was a whirlwind romance, filled with sweet surprises and heartwarming moments.

After four months of shared moments and growing affection, she finally confessed her feelings. Her voice, filled with a mix of nervousness and love, declared her feelings for me. Overwhelmed with joy, I reciprocated, expressing my own feelings for her. It was a moment of pure bliss, a culmination of shared dreams and unspoken desires.

Incidents: We decided to break away from the usual routine of video calls and meet in person at a quiet cafe outside college. To avoid unwanted attention, we chose a less crowded spot, a decision she seemed particularly pleased with. As we settled into a secluded corner table, she captured candid moments of me on my phone. The atmosphere was light and easy. We shared an ice cream, a simple gesture that transformed into a romantic moment as she playfully fed me a spoonful.

Her childlike joy and the sweetness of the ice cream made it a truly memorable experience. The moment was perfect, a stolen paradise. As she gently prodded my thoughts, her voice, a soft melody, pulled me back to the present. Then, in a swift, unexpected move, her lips brushed against my cheek. It was a fleeting touch, a stolen kiss, a spark igniting a fire within me. In that instant, the world stood still, and I knew I had been touched by magic. It was my first, a memory etched forever in my heart.

This is not over. One more thing happened after that kiss. I was nervous to ask her for one more romantic kiss from her beautiful lips to mine, and then I asked her, and by killing space between me and her, I went to her ear and finally asked her, and then she bit the edge of my ear playfully. I was shocked, but she was smiling, and then she suddenly called the waiter.

The waiter came, and then I ordered a strawberry milkshake, and then she got her drink, and she drank some and asked me, “Do you want some?” I told her okay. Then she didn’t give me a drink but did something different. I was shocked. She took a sip and kissed my lips, passing that milkshake from her tongue to mine. I was literally in heaven. I don’t know how to put it in words; I was shocked by the act. This is how she took my first kiss.

In the days that followed, we kissed both in person and on video calls. As usual, she asked me one day if we might meet up again over the weekend at our usual cafe. I picked her up on my bike, and after a lengthy trip, we headed to the beach. There, we kissed for a while while we watched the shore, and since it was our first long-term kiss, my cock got erect from the kiss. We kissed for about ten minutes and then stood there. Then, she rested her head on my lap and gazed into my eyes while I gazed into hers, engrossed in our own moment. After this meeting, I wondered for a while at home why my cock was still hard despite her being away.

I even believed that we had shared a kiss during our prior meetings, but my cock had never been this way before. I called her right away and spoke with her for a while. I was really anxious, so I finally asked her to send me some of her normal photos. She sent me some with adorable faces and typical selfies, and I was romantically enamored with them for the moment. After the call, I got my erect cock to spill some white liquid for the first time, and I was really happy & relaxed.

Let’s get into more romance now: One evening, during our usual call, she shared that she had just returned from the temple, dressed in a saree. Intrigued, I expressed my desire to see her in traditional attire, having only seen old photos of her in a saree. Playfully, she teased me, asking if I wanted to see her. Caught off guard, I hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

Sensing my uncertainty, she pressed further, and I finally mustered the courage to ask for a video call. After a brief tease, she agreed, and I eagerly awaited the sight of her in a saree. As the video call connected, I was struck by her beauty. It was as if I was seeing her for the first time, a breathtaking vision in a saree. The moment felt surreal, like a dream come true.

As the video call connected, I was struck by her beauty. She looked like a snow-white queen, her petite frame accentuated by the elegant saree. Her fair skin, reminiscent of Tamannaah Bhatia, glowed under the soft light. Her eyes, filled with a playful spark, held me captive. In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to have such a beautiful and charming girlfriend.

Here is the interesting part: While having this video call, she placed her phone on her bedside and moved to and fro, doing errands in her room. Then, picking her night dress from the closet, she put it aside, but I was keenly watching her actions.  She put her phone by her nightstand and went back and forth between her room, running errands, while she was on this video call. The most interesting part is this: My dick was already up and saluting her beauty when she abruptly came to the phone and asked me what I was doing. I pretended that I was staring into her lovely eyes, but she knew it was a lie.

Nevertheless, she kissed me a lot throughout the video chat since she was so adorable, and I asked her, “Can you show me your oranges?” without realizing it. What oranges, she then inquired? “Why are you calling them oranges?” she inquired as soon as I pointed to her breasts to tell her. I informed her that I wanted to go by that nickname going forward. She then stated bluntly, “Do you want to see them?” I’m not sure how to respond to this question since I’m worried about how she’ll respond if I ask her like a child asking for chocolate.

“Are you there, honey?” she said. She wanted to change her outfit and go out to dinner, so I said, “Yes, honey, I want to see them.” She then asked if she wanted me to end the call or if she wanted me to hang up. “Why are you acting like such a baby, honey, and these are your oranges?”

Me: In actuality, someone is more interested than I am.

Honey: Who is that?

Me: Dragon, honey, it’s yours.

Me: Meaning penis.

She was amazed by my response and requested me to show her my dragon in exchange. I replied, “Okay.” Honey was in a very good mood at the time, so she began the show by standing in front of her phone and slowly removing the safety pin from her saree.

She then moved her hands to my favorite part of the blouse, which I was waiting for with curiosity. I thought she was going to open it from the middle, but then she opened it from the side with a zip, and slowly she unzipped it. When the Pandora box finally opened, I was thrilled to see my oranges, and she began squeezing them by approaching her phone. That feeling truly made my life quite difficult. I immediately opened my zip and let my 7-sized dragon out since I was experiencing both pleasure and pain. When I saw her 34-sized breasts, my rod became really strong, almost like a straight pole.

In a matter of seconds, she took off all of her clothing, and I saw her lips simultaneously flushed and flushed. Without flinching my eyes, I could see every inch of her body as she progressively revealed it, taking more time. She was incredibly gorgeous. Her body cannot be adequately described in words. She then requested that I show her my dragon, which I did by moving my penis up and down with my hand. She was staring at it like a tiger that had just been fed. After 15 minutes of stroking, I finally felt my pre-cum, although it was difficult for a few seconds.

She then encouraged me in striking desirable positions for the second time, and after 10 minutes, I was satisfied by feeling more cum. After nearly two hours of this conversation, she asked if I was pleased. I assured her that I was and that I was grateful. After she said that my dragon was really nice, we laughed for a little while. She then asked me when she would have the opportunity to touch my dragon, and I replied that we would do so whenever it was possible.

I will be describing more events in the upcoming parts because there were some really interesting things that happened in my story with this girl. Please send any comments to “[email protected]”.