001: The First Encounter

There is a reason why it is called 'accident of birth'. There are many ways a life can be ruined, mine was ruined by a genetic alteration. It is funny how sometimes the thing which is gonna shape our lives, cannot be controlled by us. Blue. The colour of sky, that of the oceans, that of sadness. Pair the colour blue with another word 'eyes' and it reminds me of a famous song. 'Blue Eyes' considered an attractive trait anywhere in the world was reason for what i am today. A simple genetic alteration in OCA2 and HERC2 gene changed how my kins treated me. I am getting ahead of myself, let's start from the start.

I am P, first i dont wanna lie, and second i also wanna keep privacy maintained, hence i will be using made up names for places and people, but the things are true. I am a Women. I was born in June 1999, few months too early for the turn of the century. I was born in a so called higher caste. Generations of inter-marrying in the same caste was in a way good and bad both for me. Good because i was born with the fairest skin, which is considered a boon in India, i was so fair that sometimes i think i am pale, like a dead body. Bad because my both parents were carriers of blue eyes trait, and due to sheer chance i was born with blue eyes. Milky skin, Blue eyes, dark brown hairs, some might take a look at me and assume i am from Europe or Central Asia. This is what exactly my father and kins thought. My mother was charged with Adultery, the matter never went to court, which is where she and I suffered the ignorance and desertion.

I also have a brother, who is 2 years younger to me, he has brown eyes, hence he is the loved one. I know you aren't here to read about my background, however given the context you'd understand, if not appreciate, why i am the way i am. This is kinda like my autobiography but the less dramatic and more saucy version. By the time i turned 15, i had understood i cannot win my father's heart, cause whenever he looked at me he saw a living embodiment of his wife's cheating, at least that is what he thought.

Whether or not to let me pursue graduation was a point of large debate in my home. While my family thought college was a waste of time and it would be better to just marry me off to some suitable groom with a hefty dowry, instead of paying my college fees. Talking to my Father was always like a transaction. I won't bore you with details but ultimately i was sent to a college, when i proposed i will find someone who will be a good suitor and he won't demand dowry. Now let's start with the spicy stuff...

So i wasn't a virgin when i entered the college, i agree i was under 18 and so was he, and it was consensual hence it wasn't technically a crime. Well anyways, I just turned 18 when i got myself admitted to college, i was pursuing B. Tech in Computer Science in some not the best but still very good institute. Let me explain how i used to look at the time, I am 5 ft 6 inches tall, which is tall for a women, i have a fair skin like i already mentioned, i was, i guess 60ish kg in weight, which was slightly more, which i reduced later, I have blue eyes, paired with dark brown hairs, my Bust measures 34 inches with a C cup, my waist was 26 inches, and my hips or arse was around 37 inches. I think i used to look rather good, but then again there aren't t really many girls in engineering. So, i was fairly certain that I'd be doing great at academics as well as dating.

Engineering was hard and easy at the same point, but this is not the main point. Three weeks into the course and tbh so many guys became my friends that i was overwhelmed, but no one asked me out, they were content with just talking with me. And then enters Ashvat, he was in final year, which in itself demanded respect, he was good-looking, 5'10", not fat and not skinny but not muscular too, but he always had a mischievous smile on his face like he had cracked the code to the life. Well anyways, he was the first guy who asked me out for a coffee, which inadvertently turned into a dinner, he was funny, he was considerate, and he was understanding. At that point i didn't knew that my life's philosophy will mostly be shaped by this guy. I might sometimes wander off into telling his take on how to live, so if that happens please bear with me. Cause he was probably the best guy I've met so far.

So, few months into dating, we had kinda made out at his room, cause he used to live at a rented one room, which worked perfectly for us, we had made out many times but never got to the the Home-run or third base for that matter. So, it was time we decided to do it. So, with full anticipation of what is gonna happen, one afternoon Ashvat and I (P), entered into his rental to score the Home-run.

We started kissing as soon as he closed the door and turned to me, his room had a bed at the opposite corner, a study table besides the door, and empty space at the centre. We were kissing frantically. Now, we had already kissed but this time there was vigour in it, i was trembling a little bit, i had the feeling like doing something that shouldn't be done but it also feels good to do it. His hands were on my waist on either side, my hands were caressing his back, we broke the kiss and looked at each other trying to anticipate what should be the next move. Then he spoke

"Before we do anything i want to make one thing clear, that there is no conclusion to this relationship, i am not looking for marriage or courtship. Whatever we are doing is just a fling"

Well that was hurtful and sudden, but not unanticipated. I said, "Yes i know, I would be a fool to hope that my first relationship would be my last relationship and i would live happily ever after with that guy, life doesn't work that way"

He said,"Well, now that we are honest with each other, do you want to continue?"

I said, "I see no reason why we should stop." And resumed the kiss.

At this point, i started unbuttoning his shirt he took off my top, he was there naked about waist and i was there just in my bra, my breast dying to pop out, okay okay Boobs.

Ashvat started downward slide, he started kissing my neck and tried to unhook my bra, which he failed. I just laughed it out and put my both hands behind me and unhooked the bra myself. He grabbed the bra from front, fondling my brea- boobs in the process and pulled it away from me. There i was topless for the second time in front of a man. Like i said, i was a C cup, my boobs were teardrop shaped with pink areola, which was the size litter bigger than 5 rs coin, the nipples pointing upward. They were firm and ready to be mauled. Ashvat did not waste any time, he grabbed my left boob with his right hand and his left hand grabbed my right ass-cheek, and his mouth was on my right boob. He was literally slobbering all over it, he was sucking it, mauling it and also massaging my ass. This was a novel experience. After few minutes he changed the positions and now he was sucking my left boob while grabbing my other boob and ass-cheek. All the while i was moving my hands over his back.

After few minutes of further worshipping my boobs he let go of them, they were slick with his saliva. Now, his hands reached my leggings, he hooked his thumbs in it and pulled them down along with my panty upto my knees, and then he pushed me back, which made me fall on his bed, my legs in the air, he grabbed my legs by my ankles, steadied them and pulled my leggings all the way through, so technically i was fully naked, willingly, in front of a man for the first time. I wasn't hairy to start with however there was little undergrowth around my 'no-no' zone. But it wasn't much. As i was on the bed on my back, up to my ass, rest of my legs were flailing off the edge of the bed, Ashvat bent forward and kissed me once.

It was my turn to undress him now, i got up from the bed, standing beside it. Started tugging at his zip and unbuttoned his pants. I also wanted to pull down his pants and underwear in one swoop, hence i pushed my palms inside his underwear from either side, twisted my wrists, grabbed the hem of his pants and underwear and pulled them both down, sitting down in the process, as i was sitting down, his penis (okay cock or dick), sprang up and grazed my cheek. It was hot and felt like something sharp cut my cheek open, i checked for bleeding, it wasn't. His pants were crumpled near his feet, he lifted legs one by one and kicked it sideways. I was sitting on my knees in front of him as his pen- dick swayed up and down inches away from my face.

At this point i should explain his dick, he was big, like i measured later, he was slightly north of 8 inches, and had the perfect uniform girth throughout the length. I know my hands are small, so when i grabbed it my thumb and middle finger fell short by 1 cm of touching themselves. It was black in colour, now not African black, but indian black, with purple tip, trying to pry itself out of his foreskin. I didn't realise when i had grabbed his cock and started stroking it, but he grabbed my hand and stopped me from it.

"OK P, always remember, Protection is must, have sex without protection only if he and you show eachother that you both are free from any STI, after going through a STI profiling"

This was something that i stuck to my whole life. Now i was sure i did not had any STI, but i wasn't sure about him. And tbh, he stopped me at the right time. I nodded to him and he turned, grabbed a condom from his wallet, which was on his bed, put it on his dick. I stood up during this ordeal. Once he was satisfied that he has placed it correctly, then he turned to me and asked, " P, i would really like if you'd go down on me, but i am not forcing you to, will you go down on me?"

He was smart, i give him that, that was a neat mixture or request and order. Now, i have had sex before, but I had never performed a blowjob. So i was curious, thrilled and eager about the prospect. So i replied, "Sure, but remember, this is my first time blowing blowing someone, so direct me what to do."

He smiled, "but of course P, but of course"

He kept standing there, which i assumed was the signal for me to come and blow him. So i got up from the bed, went face to face him, and dropped down, i was squatting on my toes, with my legs spread, and i started stroking him. At that moment I realised that he had pulled back his foreskin all the way and his tip was open and swollen, and of course covered in a condom. I was stroking him over the condom and it felt weirdly funny. My toes started hurting so, i brought my knees together and let my weight fall on my knees, now i was sutting like Ninja Hattori, if you had to imagine. Anyways, I inched towards his cock, his head purple and swollen. I could clearly measure his pulse rate through his throbbing veins. And i open my mouth and took his head in. He was a considerate man, the condom was flavored, chocolate.

I just kept it like that, his head in my mouth, tasting like chocolate, and looked up towards him, waiting for instructions on what to do next.

He said, "Go creative, do whatever you feel like doing"

Which was vague but i got general idea. And for that I needed to be more comfortable. I took his cock out and said, "Ashvat, lie on the bed, i wanna be more comfortable"

He complied. He laid on bed and i got up beside his legs, and then between them, he had to apread his legs. I got up on my knees and hands and again took his cock in my mouth, but this time i did not stop there. I started moving my head up and down, my hairs fell on his groin, so i left my hand which was stroking him and started tying my hairs in a impromptu bun, but i did not take his cock outta mouth. Once my hair were tied, i put my both hands on either of his thigh and continued bobbing my head up and down. I was nearly blowing top 4 inches or so and he was already hitting the back of my mouth.

I was unsure on what to do next and looked at him again. He understood the problem and put his hand on my head and asked, "Can i use your head? Tap my thighs when you wanna stop."

I wanted to say okay but since he was 4 inches in my mouth all i could manage was to purr, which he took as a yes. He grabbed my head with his hands, pulled it up and again pushed it down, he wasn't making me deepthroat him, but he was surely trying to face fuck me. The frequency with which he was moving my head up and down was sure more than what i was performing on my own. I was a passive thing now, he would change the pace suddenly, he'd stop, and start again. I felt i should tap, but i looked forward to what will happen. He kept doing it. After nearly five or so minutes he stopped.

He pulled my face towards his and we kissed, which i thought was weird considering i was just blowing him. Whatever, if he doesn't care why should I. As we were kissing, he started turning and made me lie on my back and now he was on top of me. As we were continuing the kiss he positioned his cock on my vag- pussy lips. And then he pushed in.

His tip or head, whatever you call it, entered me, now i knew what to expect but truth be told he was more bigger than the guy i previously had sex with, so it was hurting but kinda felt good. It was like that feeling when we scratch the mosquito bite, it hurts but feels very good. And i liked this feeling. Ashvat didn't barge himself in, he was waiting for me to adjust to the size. Once he thought i was good, he pushed further in, this time little forcefully, which took him halfway in. I was stretched more than i was accustomed to, he broke the kiss and got straightened up, he grabbed my knees, which on either side of him, and started using them as leverage to pull out of me to the point he was almost out and then again pushing back in as far as it can go without much hindrance.

It was hot, i started fingering myself, he was pumping slowly but surely, he wasn't trying to go all the way in, he was being considerate, he continued pumping, i continued rubbing. And I orgasmed. The sheer feeling of doing something which my family would consider taboo gave me the thrill of my life, I was unable to hold back my orgasm. My pussy started spasming, which further stimulated Ashvat. He now increased his pace. He was going at it for a while now. Honestly, I had seen jokes about how guys could last not so long, but Ashvat lasted. I guess we were in session for better part of half and hour.

Ashvat finally pushed himself inside me little further than what he did earlier, and his dick swelled, which further tightened my pussy grip around his cock. I think he was cumming, cause his dick was throbbing like crazy and i liked how it felt. There was nothing to worry, surely, cause he was wearing a condom. We waited for his orgasm to subside.

I felt Ashvat getting flaccid inside me, which was a really funny feeling. Then he pulled it out. Took of the condom carefully and flung it into dustbin. Now if i started telling you about the clean-up after sex, believe you you'd not be so eager to engage into it. So i will leave that stuff out.

It had had sex technically before that, but still I consider it to be my first sexual encounter. I knew it wasn't gonna be as good as one would imagine, and honestly it turned out better than i hoped for. Ashvat was a good man, he almost asked me everytime if i was okay with what we were gonna do, he kept things slow and all in all I liked it.

I was raised in a highly conservative family and any notion of premarital sex would have incurred wrath upon me, but i was way away from my family and I can't imagine why something that could feel so good be considered bad?