When I was a little girl, my father, mother and I moved to Delhi from my hometown from the northeast (I won’t say which state). My parents were pretty rich and I was pampered a lot by them. Here I met a boy (I’ll call him S here), who was the same age as me. S was the son of a maid that worked for several households including ours. Since we’d just moved in, I didn’t have any friends and didn’t know how to get along with the other kids.
So I hung out with S instead and even though he had other friends, he played with me. We were quite close and would share everything with each other. My parents told me to play with the other rich kids but I didn’t like them very much and continued to hang out with S. They didn’t really pay much attention to me as they were both busy with their work. There was an old building in the society which was always empty.
The other kids would sometimes go there to play but S and I had found a secret area that no one knew about. We would hang out there all the time for hours. One day we got really curious about the male and female parts. We were 11 at the time. He told me that his penis felt ticklish whenever he saw women in bikinis or tiny clothes. I found it weird and funny. We soon learned that rubbing our private parts a certain way felt really good and we felt dizzy at the end.
It was like drugs. We didn’t feel ashamed at all, doing such things in front of each other. And I quite liked the feeling. We didn’t know what masturbation or orgasm meant even though we were actually masturbating together. We occasionally masturbated together after I returned from school and I never told anybody about it. S was always free as he didn’t go to school.
When we became teens, he noticed that my breasts had gotten bigger and I noticed that his penis had too. When I showed him my boobs, his penis stood up and got harder than usual. In order to see what other changes happened, we both got completely naked. He was becoming muscular and his chest had become hairy and seeing him like that made me want to rub myself again.
We 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. I orgasmed so much harder when he did it to me. The orgasm made me want to kiss him and so I did. It was my first kiss. Then I did the same for him. I stroked his penis and it was so hard. I remember clearly how his semen shot on my hands and my legs.
I was disgusted by it and didn’t talk to him for a few days after that. But soon I missed feeling his finger inside me. I wanted him to do it again. I could masturbate myself but him doing it felt much better. Also I got really curious and googled sex on the internet and decided that I wanted to try it too. So the next time, 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. We would place a bedsheet on the dirty floor and have sex for hours, completely naked in the empty room. Then we would keep lying there, covered in sweat, holding each other like lovers. I learned to give him 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 realized I shouldn’t give myself freely to him and that my parents wouldn’t accept him as my boyfriend 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. He always failed to make me orgasm.
After several failed attempts with multiple different partners that consisted of most of the guys in class 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 cat called 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 orgasm.
I had to force myself to walk away. I was frustrated and angry at everything and everyone 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. I found him in the servants’ quarters outside his house, talking to his friends. I walked up to him and immediately kissed him and told him I want him to fuck me. I told him I need it badly.
I didn’t care that his friends were there. They all kept staring at me. Looking up and down at my barely clothed body. He took me inside and I was all over him like my life depended on it. I don’t even remember how many times we fucked but soon we ran out of condoms. But we didn’t care and kept going. He didn’t have an AC so we were sweating a lot. My eyes rolled back from the multiple orgasms I was having.
I didn’t want him to stop so I locked my legs behind him and he came inside me a few times. After we were completely spent, I didn’t let him take his penis out of me. We fell asleep like that. We didn’t even shower. We just stayed like that locked together. Our skin stuck together as our sweat dried. I was satisfied. After that we continued to meet at our secret spot to fuck almost everyday.
We often did it without condoms since it felt so much better. I loved doing it raw. Soon, I was pregnant. I was in my 12th and to be honest, I was in love with S by now. It was not the right time but I didn’t care. I wanted to raise this child and live with S. When my parents found out about this, they beat me and made me get an abortion. I never told them whose child it was but they probably knew.
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