Embarking on Intimacy: My True Journey – Part 10

As planned, I arrived home on Saturday morning. As I walked in, my mom’s eyes widened in a delightful mix of surprise. Later, there was a bit of conversation as I asked for coffee, my mom said warmly. “Go and refresh yourself first.”

As I got into the shower, my mind swirled with thoughts on how to meet him. Earlier, planning felt easy, like slicing through butter. Now, it’s as tough as cutting stone with the same knife.

At 5 p.m. that day, he came to my house and seemed surprised to see me there. He was there to fix my dad’s laptop, which had viruses. He’s really good at fixing computers.

After inspecting the laptop, he told my dad, “Looks like a serious virus infected.”

He mentioned that he had a few small tasks to finish and would return soon. My dad agreed, understanding that fixing the laptop’s virus would take more time, as my dad also needed the data from the laptop. He arrived late, explaining that his previous job had taken longer than planned.

After dinner, around 9 p.m., he started fixing my dad’s laptop. He mentioned needing a UPS during the virus removal in case the laptop battery dies. Only my room on the top floor had a UPS, as it was installed there while I was studying for my board exams.

They both went to my room, and my dad told me to sleep with my mother. My thoughts were, What fuck is happening? Waste of coming here this weekend. Better I could have enjoyed myself with Meera. Then, my dad came down, and I was on the couch watching TV.

Dad told me, “Look, I have a bad headache, so I’m going to sleep and if I wake up also, I won’t be able to cross-check my presentation tomorrow morning. Better you keep an eye on him.”

More than a neighbour, he was a tutor during my exams. Dad trusted him a lot but feared he might gain unauthorised access to his laptop document. So, he believed one should be there.

I was surprised and hid my expression, pretending to be sleepy.

My dad continued, “You don’t sleep like you do when you study.”

I was just nodding my head.

He continued, “Go and get me my table for headache.”, he said in his usual commanding voice.

Now, the naughty of me played; instead of a headache pill, I gave him the sleeping pill, which my dad used to take occasionally. He didn’t notice it and had. My mother fears the dark and won’t come out alone at night.

I went upstairs and stood behind him. He was straddled on the roller chair, laptop on the computer table, and I playfully shook his chair, breaking his focus, and inquired about the progress of the virus removal.

He said, “I’ve been running some scans, trying to figure out how to handle it.”

I asked, “Means?”

He replied, “This virus… it’s different. It’s not just something one can get rid of with a quick fix.”

I asked him, “So, it’s not Possible?.”

He said, “I think the only way to deal with it is to let it run its course.”

I asked in shock, “So you’re saying just let it spread? Dad said he needed all his data safe.”

He said, “I have to understand it completely, see what it’s truly capable of. Don’t worry. Data will always be safe with my solution.”

I was more worried about two things: Will he accept? and about my dad’s laptop data. My dad is the devil in a bad mood. I said to him, “That’s risky. Are you sure… you can handle it?”

He replied, “I want to dive deep and explore every part of it. Only then can I truly know how to manage it.”

I don’t-didn’t understand what he was talking about. Then I kept my hands on his shoulder and did a massage to know his reaction.

He responded, “Continue, it’s great”.

As I continued the massage, a wave of suspense washed over me. Was he just being polite, or did he truly not want this interaction with me?

Despite my growing frustration, I decided to push through and continue the massage. When he stretched his arm, I took it as a sign to massage his hands as well.

With tension, My hands worked on his shoulders.

I moved my hands slowly, deliberately, trailing them down his chest. My fingers slipped under his T-shirt. I felt the shiver that ran through him, and a thrill shot through me in response.

As he began to react, I leaned in, bringing my mouth close to his ear. I exhaled softly, my breath mingling with the faint scent of his cologne. He tilted his head slightly.

“Hey, What you do,” he said, his tone deep and sensual.

I said, “Shhh.”

I continued, letting my hands explore further. I slid them around to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palms. His breathing quickened, and I matched my movements to its rhythm, slow and teasing.

I saw him in the laptop screen reflection, his eyes closed, a soft smile curving his lips. I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck and gave a playful nibble on his ear. He sighed again.

I stood and turned the chair to face me. Keeping one hand firmly on his chest over his T-shirt, I leaned in, letting my breath wash over his face. Without breaking the connection, I swiftly pulled his T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He was stunned to see my action.

He looked at me, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of delight. “Hey….. I didn’t….. from you.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re responsible for this,” I replied playfully.

He looked puzzled for a moment, then asked, “I was responsible?”

Without a word, I pulled my top over my head and cast it aside. Now I stood before with my bra. His eyes followed every movement as I made a movement that I knew to be sexy.

“What if your parents come?” he asked.

I looked at him. “So, you like it?” I asked, a teasing note in my voice.

He stared at me, struggling to find the right words. “No,” he started, shaking his head, “no… not like…..”

I saw through his hesitation; with a mischievous smile, I slowly unclasped my bra, letting it disappear. His eyes were drawn to my chest, his breath catching in his throat.

His eyes were locked onto my bare chest, and I could see the mixture of surprise and desire in his gaze. Without hesitation, I moved closer, gently cradling his face and guiding it between my bosom. I felt his warm breath against my skin as I held his head closer.

He seemed to be in a trance, his hands finding their way to my waist, holding me steady. I felt his breath hitch, a sign of his deepening arousal.

“Do you like it?” I whispered.

His response was a soft murmur against my skin. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “I like it a lot.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction. “Good,” I said, threading my fingers through his hair and holding him close. Then just enjoy it.”

He let out a contented sigh, his hands sliding up my back, pulling me closer. For a while, we stayed like that.

I pulled back slightly and asked him. “Is it enough just to smell my bosom?” I teased, a playful smile on my lips.

He seemed to gather himself, his voice worshipful as he spoke. “I’ve never seen such a pair of big roses in full bloom,”

I raised an eyebrow, my smile widening. “So, you’ve seen many, have you?”

He stammered, clearly caught off guard. “No, I mean, I haven’t… I just…”

I cut him off, placing a finger on his lips. “Whatever,” I said, my voice softening. “I want to experience you.”

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with surprise. I nodded, leaning in closer. “So, let’s not waste any more time.”

He glanced toward the open door. “The doors are open,” he murmured.

I shook my head, my voice steady. “No one will come.”

He then asked, “Your dad’s laptop.”

I said, “Do it later first fix me.”

He rose from the chair, his movements deliberate. He moved towards me with a determined gaze that made my heart race. I found myself backing up slowly until my back met the cool surface of the wall.

He took my hands gently and pressed them against the wall. His palms pinned my wrists, holding me in place. His face was inches from mine, and then he leaned in, kissing my lips. It was soft at first, tentative, but quickly deepened, filled with hunger.

His kiss was hard, stealing my breath and making my heart race.

Later, he parted, and his hand moved gently to rest on my bosom. He whispered, “Soft as rose petals.”

I couldn’t help but tease him a little. “Haven’t touched any rose petals like this?”

A smile played on his lips as he traced his fingers along my skin. “Feel like they just blossomed for me.”

His words, which should have been used before with others, too. I could sense his true intention—to make love to me in his tender way.

His lips brushed against my nipples, and he murmured, “Thorns that don’t hurt.”

I couldn’t resist responding with a naughty smile, “Mmm, maybe you haven’t found the right thorns yet.”

He chuckled softly against it, his hands and lips exploring.

He hugged me tightly, and I embraced him just as firmly, feeling his lips travel across my shoulders and neck and finally to my lips. I turned him around and pushed him against the wall, kissing his chest before our lips met again in a passionate kiss.

He started to kiss me on my neck, and I mirrored his actions, our breaths mingling in a heated exchange. After a few moments, I pushed him against the wall with more force and stepped back slightly.

“I’m not comfortable…” I said.

He looked into my eyes, worried about mixing in his gaze.

“…By standing,” I continued, taking his hand and leading him to my bedroom.

I lay on the bed. With a playful smile, I signed him to come to me, curling my fingers in a beckoning gesture.

I pulled him onto the bed, and we lay side by side, cuddling and kissing.

I asked him softly, “What do you think of me?”

Instead of answering with words, he kissed my lips tenderly.

Looking into his eyes, I whispered, “I want to be on top.”

He nodded; I stood on the bed and untied the knot of my pants, pushing them off. His eyes never left me as I moved my legs to straddle him.

I stood above him and said, “Remove my panties.” He did so.

Then, I continued to unbutton his pants as I reached the final hook.

“Wait,” he said softly. “Put your hand in your right pocket.”

I slid my hand into his pocket and felt the small, square-shaped sachet. I pulled it out, it was a condom and set it aside. With that settled, I removed his pants and briefs, revealing his arousal. It stood before me, vulnerable and ready. His voice was thick with need as he spoke. “Do what you like.”

I stepped closer, feeling the stiff muscles beneath my fingers. I kissed it softly. Then, with tenderness, my hands and lips explored it, responding to his every reaction.

Later, he gently guided me to put the condom on. Slowly, I placed the condom on the tip of his. I rolled it down, recalling the steps I had seen in videos. He let out a soft breath. “You’re doing great,” he encouraged.

Then, I came over to him, my legs straddling his hips as I positioned myself above him. Taking a deep breath, I reached down, guiding it to my entrance. His hands moved to my hips, steadying me as I began to lower myself onto him. This was new to me, something I had only seen but never done before.

He whispered soft encouragement. “Take your time,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine.

I nodded, slowly moving down further, feeling him slide deeper inside me. The stretch was unfamiliar.

I placed my hands on his chest, moving slowly, just like I had seen in the videos. I tried to mimic the rhythm, gradually increasing the speed. Despite my efforts, I couldn’t find the thrill I longed for. My movements felt awkward, more fluid and natural than I had imagined they would be.

I looked down at him, his eyes encouraging, his hands gently guiding my hips.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured. “Just let yourself go. Feel it, don’t think too much.”

I bit my lip, trying to focus on the sensations. “I want to make it good for you.”

“It already is,” he replied, his hands tightening on my hips. “Just keep moving. Let me feel all of you.”

“You feel so good,” I said, my voice trembling with nerves and desire. “So strong.”

“And you feel incredible,” he groaned, his eyes darkening with lust. “I love having you on top, taking control.”

“I just want to make you happy,” I admitted, a blush creeping up my cheeks.

“You do,” he assured me, his voice husky. “Just being with you is everything. Now, show me how much you want it.”

I tried to focus on his pleasure, on the connection between us. Then, something shifted. My movements became more instinctual, driven by the growing fire within me.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “You’re amazing.”

My body shuddered with the intensity of it. I had done it, even if it wasn’t exactly as I had imagined. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real.

I looked into his eyes, a hint of playfulness returning to my voice. “Can you drive me now?”

His lips curled into a smile. “Absolutely.”

We shifted positions. He positioned himself, and with a slow, steady movement, he entered me again. This time, the angle felt perfect.

The rhythm he set was perfect. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, our bodies ideally in sync.

“Is this better?” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

“It’s perfect,” I said.

With that, he made a different, more profound movement; I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, my body arching in response.

Then, I bit my lip, trying to hide the sounds threatening to escape as I was at home. I closed my lips tightly. Each movement he made pushed me closer to the edge, my muffled moans vibrating inside my lips.

Seeing me struggling to hide my moans, without a word, he quickened his pace. Each thrust is more intense than the last. The pleasure surged through me, almost unbearable.

I tried to stay quiet, clenching my teeth and pressing my lips together, but the sensations were too powerful. My hands gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I fought to keep the sounds inside.

He whispered, his voice a low, seductive growl. “I want to hear from you.”

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut, but the pleasure was overwhelming. My body trembled, unable to hold back.

“Come on,” he murmured.

I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape as he thrust deeper.

“You’re so stubborn,” he whispered.

I shook my head again. He chuckled, his hips moving in a different rhythm, exploring me with a new intensity.

My back arched involuntarily, my body betraying my resolve.

I clenched my teeth, struggling to hold back the sounds of pleasure that were building up inside me. He continued his relentless teasing.

“You can’t hold it forever,” he murmured.”

He smiled, and his thrusts grew more insistent.

I felt myself on the edge, my lips parting slightly as a soft whimper escaped my throat.

“That’s it,” he said. “Let me hear you.”

I closed my eyes, my breath coming in shallow gasps as the pleasure became too much to bear. Despite my best efforts, a low moan finally escaped my lips.

“There it is,” he said, his voice filled with triumph. “Good girl.”

I knew his increased pace would bring him to the edge soon, and as I struggled to muffle my moans, his movements became more intense.

His breath quickened, and I could feel him reaching his peak. Finally, he tensed, his body shuddering as he reached his release. I opened my mouth, letting out a deep, shuddering breath that I’d been holding back, unable to contain it any longer.

Our bodies pressed together. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing. It was my second encounter with a guy, but with a known person with whom I had a crush.

Later, he came from the bathroom. I turned my head slightly to look at him.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

I took a moment, “I feel… amazed,” I said softly.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he came and lay beside me.

“I feel the same,” he murmured, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.

“Every touch, every kiss… a new part…,” he said.

His fingers traced a slow, “You’re more than beautiful,” he said.

“You’re captivating. Every inch, every glance, every touch… it’s like…”

I turned fully to face him, our noses almost touching.

“And you,” I said, my hand resting on his chest. “You push me to feel alive. … it’s like I’m seeing you through your eyes.”

“I’…,” he said softly. “I didn’t expect this from you.”

I said to him, “My dad’s laptop needs fixing. It’s already very late.”

He replied, “It’s just now becoming 1 o’clock; we have more time,” as he traced his fingers on my bosom.

I insisted, “You have to fix the laptop, or he will…”

He then put his finger on my lips and said, “Don’t act.”

Confused, I asked, “What?”

He explained, “It’s a pendrive virus, and You only have the pendrive.”

“Yes, it was me,” I confessed. “I intentionally infected my dad’s laptop. I knew he would call you. But I still wonder why you didn’t fix the virus.”

He then said, “I just knew it had to be you. I fixed the virus when your father came down. I just ran a dummy scan to fool you.”

I asked, “So you knew?”

He replied, “I just had a doubt, and I said those words when you asked me about fixing the virus.”

I said to him, “Now I can relate to what you’re saying.”

He chuckled and said, “You are such a dummy.”

After a while of our naughty talks, He glanced at the clock, his fingers still intertwined with mine.

“I should get going,” he murmured with reluctance.

I nodded, though a part of me wished he could stay.

He sat up, reaching for his clothes scattered across the floor. I watched him dress. Once he was fully clothed, he came with my clothes.

I stood on my feet on the floor and said softly. “I’m glad we had this time together.”

“Say to your dad, I have fixed it,” he said, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “If required, I can come every week for routine check-ups.”

I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Goodbye, naughty,” I teased, leaning up to press a quick kiss. “Good night.”

To be continued.

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