When I was a little girl, I was friends with a boy (I’ll call him S here), who was the same age as me. This is after my family moved into an apartment complex when I was a child. We were pretty well-off and I was pampered a lot by my rich parents. S was the son of a maid that worked for several households including us.
My family is from the northeast and because we’d just moved in, I didn’t have any friends and didn’t know how to make friends with the other kids. So I hung out with S instead and even though he had other friends, we were quite close and would share everything each other. My parents told me to play with the other rich kids but I didn’t like them. But they didn’t pay much attention to me as they were both busy with their work. There was an old building which was uninhabited.
The other kids would sometimes go there but me and S had found a secret area that no one knew about. We would hang out there all the time but one day we got curious about the male and female parts.
We were 11 at the time. He told me his penis felt ticklish when he saw women in bikinis. We learned that rubbing ourselves a certain way felt really good and we felt dizzy at the end. It was like drugs. I didn’t feel ashamed at all. I quite liked the feeling. We didn’t know what masturbation or orgasm meant even though we were masturbating together. We occasionally masturbated together after I returned from school and I never told anybody about it. When we became teens, he noticed that my boobs were bigger and I noticed that his penis got bigger too.
When showed him my boobs his penis got bigger and harder than usual. We soon learned that touching and rubbing each other felt much better than doing it ourselves. I made him rub my vagina and the feeling was much more intense. Then I did the same for him. I remember the first time he ejaculated semen on my hands. I was disgusted by it and didn’t talk to him for a few days. But soon I got really curious and googled sex on the internet and decided that I wanted to try it. So I brought condoms and we did it. It hurt a lot and I was bleeding. It felt much better when we tried again a few days later. I enjoyed it a lot and became addicted to sex. We did it whenever we hung out at our secret place. I learned to give blowjobs and he learned to make me orgasm multiple times. At 14, we were having sex almost everyday.
But when I started class 11th, we grew distant. I realised I shouldn’t give myself freely to him and that my parents wouldn’t accept him as my bf because he is from a lower caste family. I got into a relationship with a classmate and tried sex with him. It wasn’t as good as it was with S. we tried several times but I just couldn’t enjoy it. After several failed attempts with multiple different partners that consisted of most of the guys in 11th and 12th, I hadn’t had a proper orgasm in almost a year. I was extremely depressed and my studies were affected by it. I was desperate for release. At one point when a guy catcalled me on the street I considered doing it with him. I thought if I let a lower class man fuck me, I’d be able to cum. I had to force myself to walk away. I was frustrated and angry at everything at all times. Since I was out of options, I went out in the middle of the night to search for S. I was wearing a nightie and didn’t even bother changing.