Desi Sex Stories Ronav sulked at how alone he felt during the mid-term wrap party at his University. Ronav was a good guy and a very smart guy, a prerequisite to being at this University. He had spent his life dealing with illnesses, but was finally at the best University in the country.
He wasn’t completely free of his perils. Still, he was now ready to take on the world and experience everything that he had missed out on in the past few years: a slightly overzealous academic and extra-curricular student life, a thriving social life, and, as much as he denied it, a romantic and eventual sexual life.
He had never been with anyone. He had a crush on a classmate. He was dressed in loose-fitting cargo jeans and a straight-cut T-shirt that accentuated his height. He had hoped to confess his feelings to her today, but learned that she had been in the same relationship since the 8th grade.
He sat in the corner of the highest step, the most isolated area, in the open-air amphitheatre. The most social area on campus on what was the most festive day in his two months on campus so far. He sat alone with a bouquet meant for his ex-crush.
He saw another classmate walk up and sit less than two feet from him, Anaya. Anaya was one of the most beautiful and sexy women, not just in his class or his batch of 300 students but in the entire University. She wasn’t just smart; she was brilliant.
She was not a very active participant in class, but excelled at academics. She was dressed in culotte pants and a figure-accentuating blouse. She had been romantically involved with someone or the other. Her boyfriend of 2 years and she got into University together.
Anaya and Ronav hadn’t had much contact. But only the occasional pleasantries and collaboration on academic-related matters. They knew each other but didn’t have much to talk about as they were a part of different social circles and hadn’t discovered any common interests so far.
“Hey,” he said in a quasi-jovial yet extremely obligatory tone. “Enjoying the party?”
“I want to kill all men for being fucking assholes,” she said, in a tone that reeked of anger.
“You can start with me.”
“You are not an asshole. Far from it actually. You’re a good guy.”
“Thank you. I do apologise for my gender, though. Most of us can be absolute assholes. What happened?”
“I found my boyfriend making out with my roommate, whom he met three weeks ago.”
“I’m so sorry. That must have been hard to see. If you don’t mind me asking, how’d you handle it?”
“I don’t mind. I walked up to her, and I told her, verbatim: He did this to me after being together for two years. How long before he does it to you?”
“Wow. I’ve got chills.”
“I know why I’m sulking. Why are you?”
“Well, I came here to ask a girl I liked…”
“Say no more. Who?”
“Uhhhh.”
“Dude. It’s just us here. Might as well be honest.”
“Fair enough. It was Riya.”
“Riya? She’s been in a relationship for more than 5 years.”
“Seems everybody but me knew that.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. You seem to be taking it quite hard.”
“She’s the first girl I’ve liked in 3 years.”
“Whoa! Wait, you haven’t liked anybody since junior college?”
“Nope.”
“That’s too bad. It’s something that I’d say is vital for you to grow up. And having someone is.”
“How does it feel?”
“It’s something magical, you know. To have someone to rely on and trust. To share emotional intimacy. And physical…”
“So, you’ve been with a guy before?”
That caught her off guard, and she gave him a stare.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “That was inappropriate.”
“No, no. All in the spirit of honesty. Yes, I have been with someone.”
“How does it feel?”
“You haven’t been with anyone?”
“I’ve spent three of the last five years at home and sick. What do you think? I’ve actually never been on a date, much less been in a relationship. ”
“There’s still time. It’s not the end.”
“You ever felt alone? So alone that you feel like there’s nothing there but you?”
She scooted next to him and placed her hand on his. “I’m sorry.”
“No. No. I am. I should be the one comforting you, not the other way around. Your boyfriend just cheated on you,” he said, fighting back tears.
She hugged him from the side. “I can handle it. Women are stronger, you know.”
“Oh yes, they are. Can I rest my head on your shoulder?” he asked in a very innocent tone.
“What? Yes, you can. You don’t have to ask that, sweetie.”
Leaning on her, he said: “I have to. And it felt nice to hear you call me sweetie.”
“You flirt”, she said, smiling. “Why can’t more guys be like you?”
“If most guys were like me, most guys would be alone and a virgin at 20.”
“Touché.”
“You know, I know a guy who knows a guy who could beat your ex-boyfriend up. Would you like me to give him a call?”
“That’s tempting. But no. I don’t want to spend any more time or energy even thinking about him.”
“That’s good. And this bouquet is for you.”
“Thank you. At least something good came off this horrid evening.”
“Yes. You got a bouquet. And I got to hug and snuggle with the smartest and most beautiful girl I’ve ever known”, he said with a smile.
“You’re the nice kind of gentleman, aren’t you? Sweet and respectful, but flirty. Why is it that you don’t have a girlfriend?”
“That’s a question you have to answer. What’s wrong with your gender?” he asked as he made himself more comfortable, sinking into her arms.
“That’s a question even I can’t answer,” she said, hugging him tighter and resting her head on his. “You ever kissed a girl?”
“No. Is that embarrassing?”
“It isn’t. You should do it when you’re ready and with the right person.”
“How does it feel?”
“You momentarily forget the world around you. You feel like you’re drifting in a sea of comfort and pleasure.”
“Every time?”
“Every single time.”
“You know what?”
What?
“I’m more than ready now”. He shifted in her arms to face her. He looked upwards at her beautiful face and straight into her eyes. “And I’m sure as hell that I’m with the right person.”
She looked at him with a smile that showed her melting into the person she was comforting. “Really? I’m the right person?”
“I can’t think of a ‘more right’ person. You are smart, thoughtful, kind…”
She cut him off and gave him a soulful kiss. It wasn’t long. But damn, was it good!
“How’d that feel?” she asked, looking into his eyes.
“Like drifting into the sea….”
She smiled, took his face in both hands and went in for another kiss. This was long and passionate. He held her face with his right hand as he balanced himself on his left. This was his first kiss, and he enjoyed it to the fullest.
“I know a much better place where we can continue this. Where we wouldn’t be disturbed…” she said in a sultry tone.
“There’s something left to continue?” he asked, bobbing his head to his left.
“Are you that clueless? Have you not watched a movie? A show? Read a fucking book?”
“No, I have, I have, and I have. It’s just nice to see you annoyed. Plus you look damn hot when annoyed.”
“Ass.” She gave him another peck and stood up. She held his hand with her right while holding the bouquet in her left as she led him past the crowd at the bottom of the stairs. They soon ended up behind the adjacent library building. No one would disturb them there.
Anaya set the bouquet on a stone bench and had her back to the wall of the library as she pulled Ronav onto her. They were kissing and exploring each other like there was no tomorrow.
“You don’t mind if I tell you what to do, right?”
“Why would I?” he asked innocently. “I would actually prefer it.”
“Good,” she said with a naughty smile that exuded sexiness. “Kiss my neck. Put your hands on my hips.”
Ronav did as told, and he did it well. “Am I doing it right?” he asked, gasping for breath between kisses.
“Oh yes, you are. Now squeeze my ass.”
“You sure?”
“Just do it”, she said in a tone that could not be defied, and she soon grabbed his ass as well. They both moaned. “You don’t only have to do the things I tell you to. You be you.”
“You’re awesome, you know. I knew you were smart. But you’re the perfect combination. Smart, hot, decisive and saying the absolutely right thing.”
“Thank you, sweetie. Now, surprise me!”
He first swirled his hand around her back, squeezed her ass again, ran his fingers through her hair, all while vigorously making out, and then went a little forward and did something that would make their relationship all the better. He slowly moved his hand up her hips and placed his hand on her chest.
He gently squeezed her breast with his right hand as he held her hips with his left. She let out a loud moan and almost literally melted into his arms.
Worried, he held on to her with both hands. “You okay? What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no. You did everything right! I should perhaps give you a disclaimer about me.”
“What?”
“I LOVE it when someone touches my breasts. It’s the hottest thing anybody can do to me. My chest, ironically, is the way to my heart.”
Ronav had a huge smile on his face. “You don’t say.”
“Why do you have such a huge and naughty smile?”
“A disclaimer about me. I love women’s breasts. I find it the sixth most attractive thing in a woman.”
“Sixth?”
“Yeah. After personality, intelligence, inclusiveness, empathy and overall beauty. The first four not in that particular order.”
“You just always know the right thing to say!” she said, kissing him. “You know, quite a few men are put off by the fact that women like getting aroused by something of their own.”
“Don’t stop kissing my neck, sweetie. Just listen and respond.” He obliged.
“Most men don’t like the fact that we can get aroused without them. Bunch of insecure kids.”
“Men, right?! Besides, I think it’s awesome that you pleasure yourself and are aware of yourself. I would actually love it even more if you did it with me.”
“You dog!”
They continued undisturbed. Kisses, licks, sucks, hickeys; they did it all.
“You know we’ve got to explore further. Transcend these emotional and quasi-physical bounds,” she said, with a spicy grin.
“Here? And wow, what a way to describe this.”
“Sweetie, would you rather I say get to third base?”
“Fair enough. But again, here?”
“Nobody’s gonna disturb us here, are they?”
“Okay.. ”
“Put your hands in my pants. Open my blouse. Put your hands in there. Squeeze my ass and continue kissing me.”
“You do know that I only have two hands.”
“Multitask. Wait. I’m not takin this too fast, am I? Are you good, right? I’ve done this before, but you haven’t. You want me to stop? Go slow?”
“Don’t you dare stop! And don’t you dare slow down. I’ve waited for this for way too long.”
“Excellent. And I’m putting my hands in your pants.”
She began unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants before she even finished her sentence. She gestured with her eyes when he stood idly, and he began as well. When she put her hand in his pants, his underwear was wet, his dick erect, hard and dripping with pre-cum.
He was so hard, that it was hurting him. He loved this pain. She pulled down his underwear and saw his dick spring up and stare at her. She was loving it. Her hand soon began to stroke him, and he was on cloud nine.
He simultaneously unbuttoned her pants and blouse. She was wet down there. He put his right hand in her underwear and caressed her right breast with his left hand. She soon began to moan, rather loudly. He had to place his left hand over her mouth so as not to attract any attention.
They both looked into each other’s eyes and only saw sparks. She picked up the pace with her hands, and he soon followed. He returned to playing with her breasts and kissed and necked her to make sure her moans were not too loud.
The caressing of the breasts, fingering, and kissing was a lethal combination that she couldn’t defy. Soon, the orgasm hit, and his hand was suddenly wet. He was absolutely delighted. He began to pull away, but she held his hand with her free hand and refused to let him budge,
“Why do you want to stop?”
“I thought…”
“It can happen again soon, sweetie.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Ma’am? I feel old.”
His hand still in her pants and hers in his, between the kisses and smooches, he leaned closer to her ear, brushed his nose against her gorgeous, slender neck and whispered in an irresistible tone:
“Well then; Cum for me, darling.” He playfully bit her ear. ” Again and again.”
That was too hot to handle, even for Anaya. Her hand began to move faster. She moved closer to the brink of an orgasm again. They went back in for a long kiss as he started playing with her hard nipples again and increased his fingering.
Soon, while still locked in a long and lusty kiss, they both came together. He shot into her hand vigorously 3-4 times as she came in his hands again, simultaneously. They both caught their breaths and went in for another kiss. They really couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
They both caressed each other’s faces with their clean hands as they kissed. They rested their heads against each other’s, all while still having their hands in each other’s pants.
“You know we have to let go eventually?” she said.
“Do we have to?” he asked, kissing her neck.
“Well, I don’t want to hold onto something soft,” she said with a naughty smile.
“Well, darling, five more minutes with your lips and boobs, we’ll be back on track.”
“Ha ha. And no more, darling,” she said as they both pulled away and started to become presentable.
“Handkerchief?” he offered with his clean hand.
“Thank you! Such a gentleman!”
“Yes, a true gentleman offers a handkerchief once you give him a hand-job and he gets you off”.
“I never imagined you to be this way, you know”.
It was hard to imagine Ronav in such a way. Anybody who knew him could never guess that he would even use such words.
“A lot’s changed between us. Does it bother you? Me using these words or speaking this way?”
“No, actually. It makes you more relatable. If you’d spoken this way before all of this transcending and these many changes, it would have just been creepy.”
“So I’m doing good? ”
“Yes, you are.”
He sat down beside her on the stone bench near their spot of transcendence. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he rested his head on hers. Their difference in height made it perfect. She hadn’t lost sight of the bouquet and had it with her.
” Now comes the awkward part, I guess”, he said.
“Awkward part? You mean the talk after?”
“Sort of yeah.”
“Let’s get it over with then.”
He lifted his head, looked down at her, and asked in a scared yet hope-filled tone: “Was this a one-time thing?”
“Do you want it to be?” she asked.
“I really don’t.”
“Then why should it be?”
“Really?”
“Yeah. But let me be clear that if this is going to be something- if we are going to be something- this isn’t going to be some twisted rebound or friends-with-benefits scenario.”
“Absolutely not. I want to drift in the sea. With the same sailing compatriot.”
“Good boy. And we seal the deal with a kiss,” she said, going in for a kiss.
He pulled back midway and asked: “We are going to transcend boundaries further, right?”
“Oh yes, sweetie. An inordinate amount of transcending. An absurd amount of SEX.”
“Excellent!” he exclaimed, resuming the kiss.
Soon her hand moved to his growing dick and his hand to her waist and breasts. They both pulled away, realising the time. It was past midnight, and they both had an early start the next morning.
“It’s late”, she said in a disappointed tone, as she pulled away.
“Yeah”, he said, equally disappointed. “So, coffee tomorrow? To discuss our path forward. Of transcendence. ”
“Yep. At 4? After class?”
“Perfect!” he said as they both stood up and faced each other.
“Awesome. Good night, sweetie.” She gave him a peck on the lips and began to walk towards her hostel with the bouquet in hand.
“Darling?” he called out.
She couldn’t resist and turned towards him. “Yes, sweetie?”
“You know? We can both afford to lose a little more sleep,” he said with his hands in his pockets and looking at her with seductive eyes.
“Yeah?” she asked in a tone that expressed her excitement at this guilty pleasure.
“Yeah”, he said with a smile.
They both ran towards each other, and she lept at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her hands around his neck; his hands supporting her legs and slowly squeezing her ass, while they both met each other in a passionate, sultry and genuinely pure kiss.
A lot of the same beautiful emotions and physical intimacy transpired again. They didn’t take it a step forward and remained at the same level of transcendence. They weren’t ready for what came next and knew it, but it didn’t stop them from exploring each other.
What blossomed that day was not just lust, but it was a mix of deep sensual emotions. A relationship began that day, a tryst that would make these two individuals form an unlikely compassion.
Anaya and Ronav did make it back to their hostels by 2:30 AM, only because of exhaustion. They both fell asleep thinking about the other and waiting for the evening, expecting new paths of transcendence.