Happy Valentines Day: Yellow Roses

He was a distant cousin (distant enough that there was no problem of blood relation or gotra, and even panchayat of Haryana would not have objected to our marriage and may be sarpanch himself would have agreed to give away the bride) but actually not so distant as I could have seen, his house from my roof and walking from short cuts it barely took 7 minutes for me to reach there. We had arrived on transfer and were totally new to city with very few acquaintances (of course, except his family). My first meeting with him was dramatic, to say (traumatic would have been closer, but may be too strong). I had gone to his house with my mom. In front of his house there was a small garden with some very well nurtured roses. Spring was in full bloom. I plucked a just blooming, yellow rose. It was very pretty. When mom was chatting with aunty, I listened somebody calling in anger. Who had plucked my rose, I took so much pains and people come and and suddenly he saw me, offending girl with lovely rose in my young fingers. He was almost transfixed. Aunty introduced us and also told him that I will be joining his school. I broke uneasy silence, I am sorry, I did not knowI should not have taken without permission. No I should not have spoken like that I thought, awkwardly, he tried to mend the situation. Mom came to my rescue and diverted the topic, beta, iske exam ke kuch hi din rah gaye hain, tumahre pass agar purane note pade hon aur tum kuch guide kar sako Sure aunty he was gaining composure. And soon talks turned to our transfer and other things. We were looking at each other. A teen girls does learn gleam in the eyes of a boy and I discerned something similar, esp when our mother were engrossed (may be its lack would have disappointed me). When we were leaving he asked, slowly, Do you like yellow roses Yes. Very much they look vibrant, chirpy and pale at the same time. I never thought that way, but I planted and nursed all of them, showing me his labor he was proud. You know this is Sutters gold, dark yellow, and Zonta rose. It was a few days after I joined the school, when we met again, at school gate. It was Valentines Day and my birthday too. I had developed good friendship with a few girls, Kalpana and Mita. We were teasing each other to see that who will be the lucky girl to receive first valentine. I had no hope, as they were old students with a cartload of friends. I was wearing yellow tight top and a long skirt, as it was a custom that on birthday, a student can wear any dress. He was there right on the gate of school. He offered me a long stemmed yellow rose and said, haltingly, Happy valentines day, Mita teased him, arre aaj iski birthday bhi hai, happy birthday bhi to boliye Yes he was totally confused. And you should ask name of your valentine too, Kalpna joined the front (not aware that we have met before).

Yellow roses, he was now devastated and left us. I kept on looking at him, he was tall, lanky, awkward, and bashful but I liked his discomfiture. I knew Kalpna and Mita, both are green with envy. But soon they were giggling and teasing me, Le gaya dil tumhara , but I proudly decorated myself with yellow rose. From the next day, I was known as Yellow Rose, in the college. A new yellow rose has bloomed in our college, some body will whisper. A rose of any other color, will not smell so sweet, my saheli will tease me. Mita told me about him. He was very studious, highest scoring boy in school, was known as Poet, winner of most of extra curricular contests, but was decided by girls as unromantic, (grapes are sour), very shy, introvert and slightly withdrawn. He was a prize catch but was too tough to get. Yes he was handsome; the way adolescent boys are but his dreamy look made him special. Hey I forgot to tell about myself. I was tall, slender and fair, typical peach cream look (yes modesty is not one of my virtues), and was precocious. I was more mature, bodily and attitude wise than girls of my age. Yes I am not going to say that I had boobs of 36 d size or even 34 c (I know, violating rules of my guild of erotica writers association), but truly I will confess that I was more endowed than other girls . Owners pride and neighbors envy ,and it made more boys try to talk to me, and more girls green. Age, ok I may say I was on the threshold of my much hyped 16van savan. We met and met many times. He will come to my house, initially to meet parents, then to give me notes and books and soon to explain English poetry to me, which was his forte. I still remember the day when he taught me Byron and his poem in our course she walks in beauty. I was lost in a trance when he was reciting SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that 's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: I felt as if he is reciting it for me, every word was enchanting and I was drinking it with both ears. I looked at his face, when he said, one ray the more one ray the less had half impaired her nameless grace and he was lost, looking at my limpid eyes. That day first time we held hands. My body was tense, my breasts were heaving and I could feel tingling. I broke the reverie and asked, Hey kahan kho gaye ho. How I wished he had said, like a Hero of M& B novels, diet for me, In your dark deep eyes. But he could not utter a world. He squeezed my hands and asked, are you free in 4th period. (Need he ask, my life was free for him). There is an Inter School elocution contest and I am participating.

Sure I was there and so were my friends Mita and Kalpana. Our loud yells, clapping and cheers must have made an impact and he won. We forced him to take us to canteen for chai samosa. Next day when Principal proudly announced it in the college, I felt as if I have won. And after that day may it be debate, quiz, presentation, where ever he was I went. And sure he won and he called me his lucky talisman. I was never before interested in such activities as I was more a physical, outgoing type girl. I participated in swimming, , badminton, tennis and soon he too was seen on the courts, which was not less than 8th wonder for our school. And as I was following him, he was everywhere I went. He was called my lamb. World around me was changing fast. Charo aur aag lagi thi . Basnat main palash van dahak rahe the. Kamdeo ke tiir lgatrar chal rahe the aur joban ka ubhar roke nahin rook raha taha aur rokana bhi kaun chata ( It was fire all around. In spring, flame of flower was blossoming all around. Cupid was shooting arrow all over and blooming of youth was unstoppable. Any who wanted to stop those growths.). Now most if the girls were entangled with somebody or other. Everybody was exchanging notes, books and which was a euphemism for love letters. Most of them were, old film songs type, which will arouse more smiles than passion, mera premapatra padha kar naaraj na hona. Girls will swap love letters and I will even help some of hem to write replies. Some times they will tease me , hey apna to dikhati nahin aur ham sabki chitthi padhti hai. What could I have said, I was yet to get my first love letter, and I was badly longing. We were actually not unlike others. We were exchanging notes, books as frantically as anybody. Every time I will open a notebook my heart will miss a beat looking for a letter. Yes many times there were flowers tucked in a book of poems, my initials were on note books but letter no. Mita advised me that I should take initiative and write a letter. Same day he gave me a book of Emily Dickinson, with a poem flagged. Next day, when he came to my house and straight came to my room. (He used to come to my house frequently, that was the age when my parents were treating me as bacchi, still a kid , but just outside, boys of my mohallla will whistle , pass lewd comments and gaze at my teen boobs, and we all enjoyed it, but that is teenage). We started talking about that particular poem, my river
My river runs to thee. Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me? My river awaits reply. Oh! Sea, look graciously. I'll fetch thee brooks from spotted nooks. Say, sea, Take me!

And we were excited, aroused but I turned talk to, which of my sahelis are having affairs with whom and then decided to ask a direct question. Hey do you love or let me put it differently, like somebody. Sure, I doactually she is very pretty, and from your class.

 And who is that lucky girl I recited litany of names of all girls, of course except me. And he kept on waving his head in denial. And then he uttered, almost whispering Actually, I dont know how to say it. What to say my voice ahs also become a murmur. I love you. He said. But you just said it. My face was lit with 1000 candles. No, I mean, saying it properly. He asked. Moms voice asking me to bring tea for him interrupted us. Getting up, giggling I suggested, say it with song. Next day, Kalpana informed me that she had seen him getting down from a music instructors place. After some time there was a function in the college and he sang. I never realized he had such charming, mesmerizing, mellifluent voice. It was an old Mukesh number. It stole the show and the way he kept on gazing at me, everybody started looking at me. It was, Saranga teri yadd main, nain hue bechain, Madhur tumahre Milan bina din kate nahin rain From next day my name in college became, Sarnaga. Both our bodies and desires were growing in leap and bound. Things were becoming hot, red-hot. It was no longer only holding hands, some mails or flowers, there were many girls who had done it and they were not bashful about boasting it. Kalpi (Kalpana) was going steady with her bf, our tennis instructor and they had gone beyond, necking and kissing. One day she and Mita were, teasing me about my boobs (still they were the proudest not only in my class but in entire college). Kalpi, squeezing over the top, jested, Lgata hai aaj kal khub dabvaia maslavai jaa raha tabhi joban pe ye ubhara aa raha hai No, hands on shoulders, yes but touching there is still he not done yet , but hann vah kare to main manna nahin karungi, I confessed. Kalpi was most experienced, Arre yaar when first time she touched me there ekdam 1000 watt ka current lag gaya, lekin ye chijen batne ki nahin hain jab vah pakdega na ye mamme tab khud hi tumhe pata chalega , kya maja aata hai, aur vo to ekdam divana hai iska Under his guidance , we staged Romeo and Juliet in inters college drama competition , and need less to say he was Romeo and I was Juliet. Of course, our play got the first prize. We had become almost shadow to each other. There was a fete in college and girls decided to arrange a fashion show. Kalpi almost forced me to wear most tantalizing dress, I wore a top and hip hugging jeans not only showing cracks of my ass but also my panty line, with a top, which was not tight and showed all my contours. I came almost to the edge and could see, him ogling at my boobs with a very strong lecherous looks. And it continued thereafter. We went to an ice-cream parlor and I picked up a softy cone. I threw away my blazer and was back in top. My tongue started licking the cone as if I am licking His and bulge in his pant was visible. He snatched the cone and devoured it. Game of seduction was becoming very open and almost reaching climax. That night, first time I touched myself in bed for long time and dreamed about him doing everything I wanted him to do. Next day, there was final of girls double in inter college competition. ( First time our college was on threshold of winning thanks to his outstanding performance in debates, elocution, quiz and song ). Kalpi and I were representing our college and decided to wear something, which will suit not the match but our suitors too. Yes, we won , game set and

match. Kalpis bf, our tennis instructor was glued to her swinging hips and teen boobs, but his condition was no better and I was giving him full show. With our victory we won inter college championship. He dropped me and Kalpi stopped with some pretext. I have been fucked, next day, Kalpi, announced with great fanfare as she came to school. Mita made her narrate and she told that how on the floor of the court itself, (Being instructor he had the keys), he laid her and did it. Yaar pahli baar dard to bahhot hua lekin itta maja aaya ungli vungli kuch nahin iske agage do baar chodabas man kar raha tha ki dalvati rahun. And she advised me, hey tum bhi chuda le bahoot maja ayega ( F and C words were not rare amongst us, unlike what boys think. Some girls were even given Hindi porn by their lovers and it was circulated.) Who was I to say no, but it was for him to initiate. Kalpi was not the first girl to surrender her virginity in my class. Situation had become that everybody wanted to divest it, as it was not an in thing. Some very actives, had two, three lovers going, one in the class and one at home. Every girl will talk about itching and I was no exception. I just wanted him to hug me hold me and may be force me. Most of the time I was dreaming about it. After a few days, there was college picnic. As year was ending yearning was going up. Kalpi had snatched seat along with him and teased me, aaj chin liya maine aur ekdam chipak ke baith gayi. (I had taken him today, and sat glued) and put unashamedly hands on his shoulders. I smiled and whispered in her ear Chalo salli ka bhi hak hota hai, and sat next to them on other side of aisle. Soon cold drinks were served. I guess it was spiked. And soon antyakshari began. Left and right side of aisle were made two groups, so we were on opposite sides. He started with , ai merii zoharaa-jabiin, tujhe maaluum nahiin, and everybody joined him looking at me. I was blushing, cynosure of all eyes but I replied with a song beginning with Na, Na ye chand hoga na tarre rahenge magar ham hamesha tumhare rahnege, with a soulful voice. There was a tough competition and suddenly our side found that we had exhausted our resources on Ha. He was leading with Kalpi from our rivals side, chanting, 12clamoring us to concede defeat. I knew one but it was slightly. Anyway, I dared and started singing, song from Dada, hamne mana hampar Sajan umumum bahrapoor hai, humming in between. But other side chanted in protest, no no poora gaanaumumm nahin chalega. Of course he was leading them. I asked, Suna dun . and smilingly he answered, yes suna do, it was only his voice, and I sang, Hamne mana hamapar Sajan, Jobanva, Bharpoor hai ye to mahima my hands were akimbo, pushing out my well endowed teen tits. and it broke a barrier. All type of songs started. When it came to E he reciprocated, Ek cheez mangte hai tumnse pahli baar , pointing towards me. In the end my side was winner but more songs, which included many bawdy songs, limericks and non-veg jokes too. We were all enjoying. As they we looser, he along with Kalpi and other students of his side were made to do all the chores. We played, ball games, blind mans buff and many more games. Kalpis bf had joined too, directly in the picnic. After meals most of the persons wandered. We moved far to a lonely area and sat next to lake, with his hands on my shoulders. We were looking at waves. His one finger tried to brush against swell of my boob. I, coy, hesitantly pushed it away, all the time wishing, he will force and cup my boobs. But he

deterred by my weak objection, kept his hand away. I pushed myself closer to him. It was a blissful solitude. Soon side of his finger touched my swell and time ceased. I felt my aroused boob stung. I almost came in my panty. And finger stayed there. Soon my head was in his lap, and he was hovering over me, like a piece of cloud, coming down in impending rain. I held his lips with my middle finger but he guided it towards my wet lips and its touch there was tingling in my body I almost lost consciousness he could have done anything and I would have parted myselfSilence reined, Breeze was blowing, water was flowing and we sat there still listening to nay drinking the silence. A rustling in nearby groves, (somebody was active there.), may be distracted us but soon,. Kalpi called us that bus is ready. While returning, I sat next to him, holding hands with my head on his shoulder. Light were of and except some interruptions of sounds of smooching of more active pairs, it was still. We kept on watching starry skies, and I was listening to every rhythm of his heart, flow of blood in his artery and veins, wandering thoughts, just every moment I wanted to seize in my little fist and mingle it with my soul. Things drifted, after picnic. There was pressure of exams. He was in final year and pre board exams were impending and he was attending a few coaching classes too. School was almost closed, as final year students were not coming. I also had to catch up with my studies. There was a whiff or rumor too about us, but my mom had too much faith in him and more than that, was he not a boy who just won maths Olympiad and was doing so well in studies. So she did not give any credence. Our practical exams had started. After some time, there was a function in the college. It was a very big function, last function for his batch. I esp. dressed for this, in a very pretty pastel colored Chikan salwar suit and donned light makeup. I could see him, slightly worried, looking for somebody and as soon he saw me he become assured and took along breath. He smiled and dragged me to a dark patch and said, I have to say something to you, .my heart missed a beat. Is he going to say what I am longing for...so much time. Bolo na I said, very weakly. You are looking very pretty, he was holding my wrist very firmly. Aur I spoke almost inaudibly, trying to make him say those magic words my ear were waiting to hear, since, life began. But we were interrupted. His name was to be announced and he was dragged towards podium. And I walking in a trance joined the audience. He was dressed in a perfect designer dress for Shairs. Thunderous claps welcomed him, and he began, Chaudhavin ki raat thi shab bhari rahi charcha teri: a famous gazal with perfect rendering. Allap, taan, meend, everything was exquisite. Soon, everything got submerged, audience , stage , I was just floating in his silken voice. And there was loud applause, signaling end of song, but even that did not broke my reverie. Both Mita and Kalpi poked and I too, joined. Only then looking towards me, he bowed and accepted the appreciation. Entire house was demanding, one more, one more and I found my self, joining the chorus. He nodded. There was a hushed silence as he began, Patta Patta buta buta hall hamra jaae hai, Jane na jane gul hi na jane , baag to sara jane hai Oh, I was thinking. Gul ko to mallom hain, Bhoren ko hi nahin,mallom. I was lost to the charms of his magic, as a long suppressed fountain had erupted his voice was drowning me. Suddenly, I found, everybody is looking at me. Yes, his song was addressed to me

and he was just gazing at me, unmindful of crowd. It was not only my sahelis, my classmates, but even people of front row had started looking inquisitively. I was proud, I was joyous and I was blushing. I never faced so much attention and I felt that earth will part and I will disappear. I did join the encore after it was over but effect was too overpowering. When I came out he was there. I was lost for words and unfortunately I could only say, You know everybody was looking, at me. But, I was.... Singing for youonly. He lapsed into his old incoherent self. Suddenly as if he grasped meaning he queried, Did not you like No I mean to sayyes but before I could give my explanation, a surge of his accolades carried him away and I was left on the fringe. I stood, transfixed for some time, did not talk to anybody and left for home straight way. I could not sleep that night. His classes were over and there was no chance of meeting him at the school. One day I dared and went to his house. His room was bolted from inside. Aunty told that he read throughout the night and just slept. He had told that he should not be disturbed for 4 hours, and I came back. After a few days, there was farewell party in which we were to give best wishes to his batch. I was asked to hand over best wishes card to him. We kept on holding our hands and when I pulled out I found he had slipped a piece of paper. I stealthily hid it in my bra. As soon as I reached home, I pulled it out and read it, and read it, Mare Shabd Tumahre pass pahunchane tak maun ho jate hain, Par Bahoot kuch kah deta hai sannata hi. ( My worlds become speechless, before reaching you, but a lot is told by silence) Aur us raat, main sari raat, royi., holding that paper. After my exams we went to hill station and there I got the news that he has been selected in a prestigious competitive exam, for he was preparing. He was one of the very few boys form our city, who got selected. I tried to ring up his family but they too had gone out. I wanted to meet him just once before he will leave for his college. I made dad to take and earlier train. Our train left a few hours late. When we got down, his parents were there, looking at a train, which was just chugging out. They told me that he was waiting to meet me and only after train started, he boarded. I saw (or imagined) a waving hand, flag being shown and tail light of train disappearing into uncertain future. And time passed. Some girls made new friends some tried to console me. But whenever, there was some news of his feat, I felt enthralled, I dont know why. I tried to throw myself into sports and study. I won tennis championship at state level. I started preparing really hard for admission into NID or NIFT.

Spring had arrived again, but I was unconcerned. That day suddenly, when I was coming back from house, a patch of cloud opened up and drenched me. I took shelter and I saw a yellow rose, just blooming. Without thinking I plucked it and a thorn pricked my finger. Suddenly, I realized it was his house. Door was ajar and I entered. A droplet of blood was just trickling down my finger. hey you arebleeding. Yes it was he. He just took my finger to his lips and started sucking. I forgot about my pain, trickling blood, confronting him after so many day. A sensation when his lips first touched my fingers, revived. A thousand tingling started, ants were moving all over my body. When I found my speech, I protested, Hey yeh ..kya.,.what are you doing Hey it is blood, it must be hurting so muchpain he was incoherent, awkward, tongue-tied old self, his face full of concern. I was first to gain composure and I started teasing him. By this time we had entered his room. Raising my hands and pushing out, my drenched ,almost visible boobs, , I told, and you forgot how much drenched I am and how much is soaked my dress. Yes yes like a gallant, he pulled out his shirt and offered. I could not take away my eyes from his well-developed biceps and body. He has become a full man. I opened all buttons and as if suddenly remembering, told him that how can I change. but when he wanted to get out of room I said that standing with his back towards me would be enough. I threw my sopping blouse and suddenly I saw he is trying to sneak a look in mirror. I decided to give him a full treatment. I took a hand towel and dried my boobs, rubbing them over my bra and then bending to dry me down. I could detect a huge tent pole in his shorts. I wore his long shorts but closed only a few buttons giving him a good view of not only cleavage but also my tits. (He had already informed me that he is alone not only for a few hours but for a few days). I will prepare some coffee for you, he wanted to move away so that I could not see his erection. Now you have learned, how to treat your guests properly, ok, I am relaxing here. I spread my legs and lied down on my tummy, raising my buttocks on bed. Suddenly I looked at half open diary. Date was todays, and he was writing a poem, yes about me but when I turned the pages, it was more a scrap book with my pictures, and many poems which were really sensuous. One read, my hand want to adore , your twin peaks, I want to feel then and cage then between my perched lips, my dart of cupid, wants admission in your portals of love and I want your love lips to squeeze me, crush me as I crush you. I just want to fuck you. No I was not angry, I was aroused and happy. Thinking he also thinks like that and went to him with diary. Looking at me holding the diary he forgot the boiling kettle and chased me to snatch it. Hunt ended at the bed and with me holding diary between my boobs, his hand gripped me there. Words of Kalpi about touch of a boy on boobs flashed my mind. Oh yes, hold me there, yes touch me I was not to loose to this time to my shame. Very softly he was touching my tits but soon those touches become cupping and he was caressing, fondling. His eyes were closed and face was flushed with joy. My legs were already parted. He kissed me , hesitatingly just touching , rubbing lips like a kiss of

teenager. But soon it became more demanding. I could listen sound of kettle boiling but we were beyond caring. Yes , beyond caring is the word. As if a volcano was going to erupt. Soon I found our cloth away and our bodies writhing, nestling together. He had grown thousand hands. He was caressing my body , holding me softly ,squeezing me , feeling my domes of joy and making its juices flow, titillating my petals of love. And soon I found he entered into me. Yes it was huge pain but I bit my lips. It was this joy of pain I was waiting for since centuries, since earth was formed. Yes come, I was crying and holding me he shoved again. He was taking possession of what was his, what was his alone. He was crying, Hey I want to fuck you, fuck you hard and hugged him hard, scratching his broad back with my nails screaming, yeh yeh.fuck me fuck meto your hearts content, fuck me as hard as you can and raised my buttocks to push me up , entwined my legs around his shoulders. And he shoved his cock full. I felt I would die with pain and with joy. My cunt was torn, ruptured, I must have been bleeding but I wanted to take him places he had never been. He was pounding my cunt with cock. And I was moaning his name and guiding him deeper and deeper. He was doing all the little things I thought I would like; his lips were titillating my tits, his cock was mercilessly fucking me and we were uttering words, which I always wished but thought we can never utter. I was feeling his breath on my face, our sweat mingled and my cunt was aching with joy. it went on and on and then and then I came . Soon I could feel him melting between my long waiting thighs. Hot and strong, he was filling me. Pushing into me. There was torrential rain. After a long time he got up. I reminded him about boiling kettle, promise of coffee and cookies and he went like an obedient boy. I was exhausted and kept on lying on the bed. Suddenly , I discovered something inside mattress and I took it out. It was another diary and number of books. Yeh it was hindi porno ,some Mastram books, my sahelis used to be given by more daring and demanding bfs. Eu Too Brutus I smiled and started looking at diary and in that there were poems,love letters a good number of them , talking about me in same lingo. There were picture books showing different positions of fucking. I opened one book and started reading. Uske haath meri rasili mast choonchi ko auruska mota kada lund meri kasi gulabi choot main. My boobs were heaving and my thighs involuntarily crossed each other. I was felling so much stirred up, I could not continue reading further. But I pushed myself, turned a few pages and started reading again. Mare gulabi gall usane choom choom kar gulab kar diye the. Uska ek htah meri kamsin choonchiyon ko ragad raha tha aur dossara mare choot ke dane ko ched raha tha. Main masti ke mare pagal ho rahi thi. Usane apna mota lund mare gulabi hathon main pakada diya..main kah rahi thi thi han please chodo munjhe main bhi niche se chootar utha kar dhakke laga rahi thi auur chilla rahi thi han raja chodo chodo, Dal do apna musar Jaisa lund maeri pyasi choot main I found that my boobs have become stone hard, I was getting wet and unknowingly my one finger was touching my lower lips, which were throbbing. Sounds from kitchen indicated that coffee is ready. I thought something and smiled. I kept, all the love letters, poems on side table, hid Mastram book in my skirt and went to kitchen. I confronted him with new evidence and he started blushing like a girl.

 You know I never it belongs toactually I never read you know me I could not suppress my smile. I hugged him, almost rubbing my inviting tits on his broad chest. (He was wearing only a short after our last encounter, and I was wearing his shirt, with most of the buttons open and my school skirt), making my meaning clear, Hey , dont blush, I enjoy it and if you do thing mentioned there, I will love it, and I kissed softly. We sat on the swing in verandah, sipping coffee and nibbling cookie. Dark clouds were again hovering and a gentle breeze had started blowing. Of course, I was sitting in his lap. He started telling, You know there were two things, because of which I was afraid to do it. I need not tell you , I loved you so much and I interrupted by nibbling his ear and saying, You need not tell me, I knew it Yes he continued. you looked so soft, almost ethereal and I could have even thought of you having any pain and thinking about me causing you painI had heard, read about it that first time it causes big paineven bleedingso I just could not hurt you I used to think, I will cause pain to you, who is so lovely Tum thode balki ekdam buddhu ho, said I and kissed him on his lips. You know by not causing that pain, you were causing more pain I must confess, even today, I was so aroused that I did it but thinking hurt I am causing you, I did not shove it full You cheat you deprived me of what truly belongs to me and I remonstrated an My love, let us be very clear about one thing, it may hurt, I may even cry, become faint with pain, anything may happen but you will not stop, you will not deprive my love and IT ( I teased his hard fully erect tent pole under short) of joy, Samjhe Buddhu, but what was the other thing I enquired and pulled his hand to my exposed boobs. Yeshe continued, I always thought you as a chaste, pure, unblemished and I admonished myself for thinking about you lustfully. But I could not help, I mean getting hard, thinking about you. I promised to myself that if I avoid impure thoughts for a month, I would tell you my hearts feelings. However, just the night before picnic, I had wet dream thinking about you so, what ever I had plannedhad You were a fool, I said giggling and pulled his other and to now my parted thighs. Caressing my inner thighs, tracing way up to my cunt and with other hand already squeezing my boobs, he continued, I was torn between sense of guilt and strong desire for you. I wanted to adore you, and crush you, admire the earth you tread upon and kiss you passionately. I pressed his hands tightly to my very hard aroused boobs and whispered, almost moaning, You could have done both. My thighs clasped his hand, which was already cupping my wet cunt. One thing more it was the day of confession, he added. Mastram, ie Hindi porn books excite, I want to use those words, but I thought about, who is like a pure thought and what would you so I never utteredbut it was adding a sense of guilt OK, tell me now, I was feeling sorry for him and highly passionate, what you want to do now and tell in words you want to use. I want to fuck you, he spoke in a passion filled voice. But I said, no aisae nahin. He hugged me hard, squeezed my nipples and flicking my clit moaned,

 IMain tumnhe chodana chata hun. Who was I to deny my love so I blurted, ok Fuck me. But it was his time to goad me to cross the limit and I whispered, Dahling, my love chodo, chod do mujhko devil hiding inside us was coming out. He took me in his arms and carried to his room. Within no time our remaining cloths parted company, he was crying, Dahling ye tumhare rasile joban mast choonchi man karta choos lun kat lun han han, ragad do masal do kat lo choos lo meri choonchi I was panting in passion. I was hugging , holding his back very hard and kissing his lovely face. Uska ek haath meri chhonchi daba raha tha aur doosara meri choot ko aise rasbhare dhang se shala raha tha ki I realized what my sahelis told me was nowhere in comparison to real joy. Ky a mast kasi kasi choot hai he moaned as his tip made way in my bur. Han , han aise hi please dall do .. karo na.. I had lost all sense of shame and was acting as a character out of book I was just reading. Aur maine uska poora khada kada, garm Lund apni munthi main pakadane ki kaushih ki. It was too big for my fist. I continued my entreaties as he was sucking my nipples very hard. daal do naplease Kya dall dunkhulakra bolo na meri clit flick karte hue he teased me. Main aab apne chootar uchal rahi thi. Uska lund dabte hue maine kaha , yahiyahiapnaapnaLundbol to diya ..aab to dal do. But he continued teasing me aur aab vah apne Lund se meri clit , meri labia ko ched raha tha. Outside thunderous clouds were raging, storm, which was brewing had begun and rain had started. ohacha oh..chod do, munjhe bola todal do na ye Lund meri choot main. Lightening struck outside jaise usane mare chootar utaha kar ek baar main poore jor ke sath andar pale diya. Oui I screamed and he made no effort to stifle it as it was lost in the thunder. Ek aur jor ka dhakka uske lund ka meri choot main laga aur munjhe laga ki aab main faint ho jaungi. Par usane thoda thoda lund bahar nikla liya.Munjhe laga ki shayad usane abki meri dono choonchiyon ko pakad into kas ke dhakka mara ki uf asia dard kabhi nahin hua tha. He was in not a mood to stop. Thodi der ruk kar vah choonchi choosane laga and dard thoda kam hua. Ek haath se vah baar clit shala raha tha and very soon joy had given to pain. Lekin ab ki baar jab usane almost poora bahar nikal kar meri dono tange khub jabradsti phaila ke aur dono kalai pakad ke dhakka mara I missed a few heartbeats. But I could feel base of his lund touching my clit and soon meri choot ki vo chudai shuru huimy cunt was being pounded mercilessly. Lekin thodi der main maine dekha ki main bhi niche se chootar utha rrahi hun apni choot main uske Lund ko bhinch rahi hun, apni body ko uski body se ragad rahi hun aur bol rahin hun, Han raja han chod dalo meri choot bahoot pyasi thiphad do isko masal do meri choonchi. With storm , one window had opened up and sensuous love letters were flying. Hamra sari deh unase dhak gayi thi. I could not believe my ears words I was speaking, Choom lo munjhe , tumhare lips ohh kiss my boobs, my cunt meri choot chod do isko and he was responding.

 han lo , take my Lund, apni choot main. As if a long held volcano had erupted, Main chudati rahi vo chodate rahe and after a very long frenzied fucking, he melted in me. I lost count how many times I had cum. Sun had come out and I dressed. As an after thought, I stuffed all his unsent love letters and Mastram books in my school bag. He hugged me and I could see his lund was getting erect again. As if addressing his erect cock, I said, We will makeup for lot of time we had wasted. He pushed his Lund towards me, understanding my meaning clearly and promised, Sure, you will join NIFT in the same city and everyday hugging me hard. He came out to see me of and I saw, all the yellow roses had bloomed. When I came back home I was humming with a spring in my walk. Mom was busy and I was thinking of 100 excuses and alibis. But it was not required. She told me, I and your papa will have to suddenly go today for 3-4 days. You know your cousin, her engagement had been fixed and then we would like to see your maternal uncle who lives close by. So many things we have to do, packing, doing shopping and time is so short. Your dad had gone to bank and then he will go for reservation. Ok mom , I will do he packing and cook something for journey , and you can go out for shopping. I extended a helping hand. Yes. And she left but turned and asked, I mean , can you live alone..3-4 din ki baat hai.. yes mom, no problem. and you know mare exam bhi pass hain aur meri coaching classes miss ho jayengi yes I also thought phir bhi maine socha ki gar tum bhi chalna chaho vaise maid servant will keep coming and koi baat ho to you can call aunty , I had already requested her. Nahin Mom koi problem nahin, aab main badi ho gayi hun, I assured her. Train was in late night and as soon they left. I opened my school bag and brought those letters. Soon I was transported to another world. I was dreaming as if his lips are meeting mine , softly and he playfully bites me. His tongue deep in my mouth, has taken my breath away, I am in ecstasy as his kisses become deeper, longer and cover all my body. His thoughts were touching me arousing me and I dont know when, dreaming about him. I woke in dreams. It must have been late. When I pulled the drape, there was thick fog outside and I shivered in my quilt. But suddenly I discerned somebody , just outside my door. I went and opened. Yes it was he, with a face pale with cold and shivering body. I was shocked, He was clutching a just bloomed yellow rose. Hey you are waiting since when, I queried. I wanted that I should be first thing you should see today morning, and I did not wish to disturb your slumbermust be two hours. Happy valentine day and he offered single yellow rose to me. Ohmy I almost forgot that today is, and , Happy Birthday, he brought out 17 long stemmed pretty exquisite yellow roses and offered it to me. Before I could speak anything, I was carried in his powerful arms to my room.