The Beginning – Cumming On Best Friend!

Hey there, Dr Ravi again, back with a series. This is a romantic story that is going to come in parts. So if you’re just going to shag off in a minute and leave, this is not for you.

Ever since we were in secondary school, we were the best of friends. I still remember teasing her for her height, pulling her long braided hair that ran down all the way on her back. She was always the tomboy among her friends, and although unrelated we were thought to be siblings as we used to hang out together all the time.

During the summers, we would often go swimming to the nearest pool together. I usually wear my baggy swim trunks and she would wear a simple two-piece suit. And some early evenings, when no one was around, we would be in our undies even. Those were the care free fun-fillled days of our lives.

As we grew older, she was still flat chested, when her friends were all having some weight to carry around. We were always best friends, but never “Dated”. We were both shy to talk freely around others, but when left alone, we would be having the filthiest conversations one could ever hear. Hehe!!

We shared our secrets to each other like who we had a crush on, our little wierd dreams and fantasies, and what not! In a nutshell, we never considered ourselves as opposite sexes. Even though we were aware of our differences, we didn’t think of us that way.

Luckily for us, we even got into the same medical college for undergraduation. And we still continued to be together. She was still a flat chest, a cup perhaps, black long hair, brown eyes with glasses and with no fat at all.

We would go for swimming and running in the nearest beach together. She was an artist in her leisure. And sometimes, she would draw us together. Her eyes captivate everything, not forgetting the usual semi-hard boner I get, at times because of the cold water.

We were always there for each other at all times, no questions asked. We also both had a strong faith that kept us from trying to “explore” each other, as we were afraid we would be upset or offending each other.

It all started when I got my own two wheeler. I was returning from a departmental store one afternoon, when I was hit and run by a car that jumped a signal. When I woke up, I was in a hospital with a few broken bones and a contusion. Both my arms were in casts.

My mother was there, father was busy with his work. And she was there too, in tears, sitting in the nearest sofa. I was operated and discharged in 5 days, but I was still bedridden for at least a month, fairly helpless to feed myself or bath or even to use the rest room. And of course, she offered to help me as she was my best friend. My parents accepted happily, without thinking of the potential issue that may arise. They knew her and trusted her, and that solved the dilemma. I was still grumpy, happy to be alive, and in pain everywhere.

Mom stayed with me for a week and later, it was completely her. Dad and mom left for their work, as usual, the next week, leaving both of us alone at home. She made me lunch and was making fun and teasing me while feeding. But soon I was called by mother nature and I had to go to the loo. That was the first awkward moment I had with her.

I mumbled to her that I had to pee. She was all red in her face all of a sudden thinking what to do. We nervously joked about that for some time, and then I really had to go. She got me the bedpan, placed it between my legs and looking at my crotch, pulled down my shorts. That exposed my prick to her for the first-ever time. We were both embarrassed, but I was more excited than embarrassed. She kept looking at my tool for a minute or so and I could see her white cheeks taking shades of red and pink.

I was really in a hurry as I had to pee and called out her name aloud. She then realized that she had to touch me down there and hold it pointing into the bedpan. Mine was the first real penis she ever saw, the first ever penis she held. She then gently took my tool into her hands, not taking her eyes off my tool and avoiding possible eye contact with me.

She continued to hold me and I readily began to pee into the bedpan. I saw her watching with a keen interest. As the stream slowed and ended, she looked up at me wondering what had happened. I gave her a smile and asked her to just shake it off and carefully take off the pan. At first, she hesitated and then began gently shaking it in a slow motion, and then wiping the tip with a towel, before covering me up in my boxers.

She then became more smiling and much more mischievous again, grinned from ear to ear. Then she left to the washroom to empty the bedpan and got a washcloth along with hot water and soap. She came out exclaiming in her sweet little girly tone that it was bath time. She made it clear that as we were going to stay together for the next few weeks together, and that we should get used to it. The earlier, the better.

Then she came closer to me and placed the cloth beside me. She then asked me to lift my ass a little and began to pull my boxers down. My tool was senior hard and partly pointing at the roof. She then asked me to lift my hands and took off my t-shirt too. I was kind of stark naked in front of her for the first time – in fact, naked before any girl for the first time.

She then started to wash, first my upper torso and then my legs. We made simple conversation during that time to avoid any awkwardness. Soon she was done with my limbs and stomach, getting closer to my groin.

I could see her eyes exchanging looks at me and my dick alternatively. She was embarrassed. But when I saw her, I could see tiny erected nipples making out their impression on her top. That was the first time I was serving her that way. As you know, she was flat chested and she never cared to put on a brassiere. That made her nipples point out and easily visible.

I tried to keep up the small talk and not to think where her hands were going. But I did fail miserably in doing that. I was very well aware of what was going to happen. And that made my prick engorge with all the blood that was rushing in. I tried to offer her an apology but she kept her finger on my lips, smiled and started to wash my groin area; avoiding my rigid tool, but washing all around it.

I realized she was spending “more time washing” this area than the rest of my body. But by this time, my cock started to leak already. I was already past the embarrassment phase and now getting close to cumming even though she hadn’t touched me there, yet. That was already way too much for my young inexperienced body. She then slowly soaped me up with her small hands and getting ready for my prick.

My emotions were overwhelmed by excitement, fear and even embarrassment to an extent. But none of them stopped the blood fill. I tried to say something, to stop her perhaps but exploded unnoticed, all of a sudden.

I groaned as long as I came, shooting strings of thick cum into the air. That was the most intense orgasm I ever achieved. Some of the cum fell on the floor, some on her shoulders, shirt and hand even. I knew she was unprepared, but I also knew she was overwhelmed, looking at her smile. She froze, holding my ejaculating tool, with her eyes wide open and mouth in astonishment.

I closed my eyes, ashamed that I couldn’t get over my emotions, and afraid that I might have upset her or offended her by any means possible. I knew she was startled with what she just experienced. She kept holding my semi-hard dick and unconsciously, I squirm a little cum on her hand, the last load. She then slowly looked up into my eyes, not sure what to say or do.

I began to whisper that I was sorry and ashamed of what had just happened. She understood that I was upset by the quiver in my voice. Then she gave my penis a gentle squeeze as if milking out the last spurts. She then leaned into me, kissing my cheeks, forehead and whispered in my ears that it was awesome.

Without giving me a chance to speak further, she started to explain that she does understand and asked me not to be offended. As we talked, she stated that she enjoyed everything that had just happened. And promised that it will not be affecting our friendship and she did want to continue “Helping” me out in my crisis times. She also made it clear that we should get used to this even, as we will be doing this for the next few days too.

She was still holding my dick in her hands, saying that she was glad I came like that and that it was an amazing first-time experience. Then she made me comfortable and to make me feel better, told me that she was wet too and nodded her head down to my crotch.

Hearing this made me blush for a while. I asked her if that’s real.

She then began to smile and looked at my dick. It began to grow in size slowly again in her hands.

So she stood in front of me, I couldn’t help looking between her legs. She slowly followed my gaze and told me that she was so wet and we both needed to “Clean up” and started walking towards the washroom. As she walked off, I saw her lifting her semen covered hand to her mouth and flick out her tongue tasting my seed!

To be continued.

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