I had to leave at that moment because I didn’t know what to do next, and I am sure neither did she. The softness and the warmth of her breasts stayed on my hands all through the day. I didn’t even attend many of my classes. I sat under a tree, hidden from view of most of my school fellows, and came home rather early. I went straight to my room and collapsed on my bed. She slunk into my room. I didn’t get up. She came and stood next to the bed. She had covered her chest with a dupatta. I just looked at her as she looked at me. She slowly removed the dupatta from her chest and said to me, almost in a whisper, “I spent my entire day like this.” I could see the shape of her breasts through the thin material. Her nipples were erect and poking through.
Why?” I asked with a similar whisper. Because you didn’t hook me up before you left.” She said seriously as she waived her bra in front of me. I laughed hard when I realized that she had spent the whole day without her bra. She put her finger on her lips to shush me. I asked, “Why didn’t you ask someone to help you?”
“Only you are supposed to hook me up.” She said in a way that I almost felt like kissing her. She removed her shirt and showed her breast to me again. I jumped up from my bed and cupped them quickly. There was more vigor in my touches. I was being rough with her. She just sobbed while I touched, caressed, squeezed, and hurt her breasts.
When she realized that I wasn’t going to stop, she pulled herself a little away and said, “Quick before somebody finds out that I am here.” Then she put the bra on her breasts and turned her back to me so I could hook her up. After hooking her up, I reached around and placed my hands on her breasts again. She had to force my hands away so she could put her shirt back on. I continued caressing her breasts even after that and she actually had to hold my hands to stop me so she could leave. I was out of control, to say the least. I was feeling very erratic. My blood was rushing through my body so fast that I felt dizzy. My brain couldn’t keep up with my emotions. I spent the whole weekend on hot coals, but the fire burnt through my passion so much that by the time we met again, I was calm and in control of my hands. When I placed my hands on her naked breasts during the next opportunity that came, she did something that I found very endearing. While I caressed and squeezed her breasts, she held my face in her hands. There was so much tenderness in her touch that I practically melted with affection. She let me play with her as I saw fit and she only showered me with unspoken love. My chest felt so heavy that the feelings almost oozed out of my eyes.
That afternoon, she came to my room and came into my arms. The first time ever we hugged and what a hug it was. She was so soft and so warm; I wanted to absorb her into myself. She held herself against me while I soaked myself with her tenderness. Then she left as quickly as she had come. She left me behind shaking and trembling and feeling cold. I had to get a grip on myself. I was so overwhelmed with her softness that I wasn’t giving myself the chance to savor it. I was so hungry that I was eating such delicious food so quickly to almost give me a stomachache. One reason being that we only had limited time with each other; the other being that it was all something new for me. I had only heard stories, and here I was actually experiencing what it feels to be intimate with a woman. Doors were opening to me to a brand new world and I was like a village boy in a big city for the first time.
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