"Ah…" Shaista let out a soft moan, but she didn't stop me. Emboldened, I slid my hand inside her salwar, slipping past the waistband of her panties until my fingers found her warmth. I began stroking her gently, feeling her grow wetter with every touch.
As we rode, I spotted that familiar jungle ahead—the same secluded spot where I'd taken several girls before, the one hidden from the world.
"Shaista, stop the scooty. This place would be perfect," I whispered in her ear, my voice low and urgent. Her breathing was already ragged, her body responding eagerly. I knew the moment was right.
"No… let's go home. We can do it there," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.
"But Khala (Auntie) will be at home," I pointed out.
"Mom and Dad went to Banaras today. They're buying a car. They won't be back for two or three days," she explained.
"Perfect," I said with a grin. In no time, we reached her house.
"You go take a bath first. I'll freshen up too," Shaista said softly.
We showered quickly and ate a light meal together. The tension between us was electric.
Afterward, I followed her into her room. I still couldn't believe it—I had won her over so fast.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, turning to look at me with those deep, searching eyes.
"It feels like a dream. Are you really going to let me… be with you?" I asked, almost in disbelief.
She stepped closer, her voice soft but steady. "That's up to you now. I couldn't stop you even if I tried. You already told the whole school I'm yours. You kissed me right in front of my mother. And all day today… your hands were all over me. If I tried to stop you now, I wouldn't be able to. So the simplest thing is to just… give you what you want."
I raised an eyebrow. "So if any guy tried to force himself on you, you'd just give in?"
She laughed—a sharp, fierce sound. "I'd cut him to pieces and throw him away. I've graduated, and till today, no one ever had the guts to even touch me."
"Then why with me? Why do you let me do whatever I want?" I pressed, genuinely curious.
She went quiet for a long moment, then looked at me with a tenderness that caught me off guard. "When you were born… my mother and your mother already fixed our marriage."
"What?" I froze. "I had no idea."
"How would you? This time I came back just to see you… to meet the boy I was promised to. But I never expected you to be like this—so bold, so intense. And for some reason… I can't bring myself to push you away."
I smiled, pulling her closer. "You never could stop me. And since we're already destined for each other… let me love my wife properly now."
With that, I gently began removing her clothes, piece by piece, until nothing remained between us.
I stripped her slowly, savoring every moment—first her dupatta, then the kurta that slid over her head, revealing the soft swell of her breasts barely contained by a simple bra.
Her skin was warm, flushed, glowing in the dim light filtering through the curtains. When I unhooked the bra, her breasts spilled free—full, heavy, nipples already dark and peaked from the earlier teasing on the scooty.
I cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over the sensitive tips, and she arched into my touch with a quiet gasp.
"Arahan…" she whispered, voice trembling—not from fear, but from the intensity building between us.
I kissed her again, deeper this time, tongues sliding together as my hands roamed down her waist.
I tugged the drawstring of her salwar; it loosened easily and pooled at her feet. Only her panties remained—thin cotton, already damp at the center.
I knelt, pressing soft kisses along her stomach, the curve of her hip, then hooked my fingers into the waistband and slowly peeled them down her thighs.
She stepped out of them, completely bare now, vulnerable and breathtaking. Her thighs trembled slightly as I stood again, pulling her flush against me.
My erection pressed hard against her belly through my clothes, and she let out a small, needy sound when she felt it.
"You're so beautiful," I murmured against her neck, nipping lightly. "I've wanted this since the first time you sat behind me."
She reached between us, fingers fumbling with my shirt buttons, then my belt. "Then stop talking… and show me."
I helped her undress me until we were both naked. My cock sprang free—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip.
She wrapped her hand around it tentatively at first, then more confidently, stroking slowly while looking up at me with those dark, trusting eyes.
I guided her backward to the bed. She lay down, legs parting instinctively. I settled between them, kissing her deeply while one hand slid down to part her folds. She was soaked—hot, slick, swollen. I circled her clit gently, then slipped one finger inside. She moaned into my mouth, hips lifting to meet the shallow thrust.
"More…" she breathed.
I added a second finger, curling them to find that sensitive spot inside her. Her walls clenched around me, and she whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders.
I kissed down her body—neck, collarbone, breasts—taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking while my thumb kept steady pressure on her clit.
Her breathing grew ragged. "Arahan… please… I need you inside me."
I positioned myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock through her wetness. "You sure? We can go slow."
She nodded frantically. "I want it. I want you."
I pushed in slowly—inch by inch—watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She was tight, incredibly warm, but so wet that I slid in easily at first. Then I felt it: the faint resistance, the last barrier of her untouched innocence.
Shaista's breath hitched. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, nails biting skin. Her eyes fluttered wide, a tiny flicker of fear mixed with trust and something darker—want.
"Arahan…" she whispered, voice trembling on my name.
I paused, forehead pressed to hers, cock throbbing at her entrance. "Tell me to stop if it hurts too much," I said, even though every instinct screamed to claim her right then. My voice came out rough, strained. "I'll stop."
She shook her head quickly, lips brushing mine. "Don't… don't stop. I want this. I want you to be the first. Just… go slow."
I kissed her softly—once, twice—then held her gaze as I pressed forward again.
The moment came sharp and sudden.
I felt the thin membrane give way under steady pressure. A small, wet pop of resistance, then the slick heat of her yielding completely. Shaista gasped—sharp, high, almost a sob.
Her whole body tensed beneath me; thighs clamped around my hips, back arching off the mattress. A tiny sting of pain flashed across her face, quickly swallowed by wonder.
Blood—warm, slick—coated the base of my cock as I sank the final inch, burying myself to the hilt inside her virgin pussy.
We both froze.
Her inner walls fluttered wildly around me, adjusting to the sudden fullness, the stretch, the invasion. I could feel every tiny spasm, every pulse of her body trying to accept me. A thin trickle of her virgin blood mixed with her arousal, seeping out where we were joined, staining the sheet beneath her.
Shaista's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Not from pain alone—something deeper. Surrender. Relief. Possession.
"I… I felt it," she breathed, voice shaking. "I felt you break me."
I leaned down, kissed the single tear that escaped the corner of her eye. "You're mine now," I whispered against her skin. "Completely. No one else will ever have this part of you."
She nodded frantically, arms looping around my neck, pulling me closer. "Yours… only yours…"
The pain was already fading from her expression, replaced by a soft, dazed wonder. Her hips shifted experimentally—tiny, hesitant rolls—and she moaned low when the movement dragged me against that sensitive spot inside her.
"Move…" she pleaded. "Please… I need to feel you."
I started slow—gentle, shallow thrusts, letting her body learn the rhythm. Each withdrawal pulled a slick mix of her arousal and virgin blood along my shaft; each re-entry made her whimper and clench. The sight of that faint red streaking my cock every time I pulled back drove me insane with possessive hunger.
Gradually the thrusts deepened. Her legs wrapped tighter around me. Her moans grew louder, breathier. The sting was gone now—replaced by slick, greedy heat and the overwhelming fullness of being claimed for the first time.
"Harder," she gasped suddenly, nails raking my back. "I want to feel it tomorrow… I want to feel you tomorrow."
That broke my restraint.
I gripped her hips, angled deeper, and began fucking her in earnest—long, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce and her head fall back against the pillow. Every time I bottomed out she cried out, walls fluttering, gripping me like she never wanted me to leave.
Blood and wetness smeared between us, proof of what I'd taken. Proof she'd given.
When she came it was sudden and violent—body locking tight, a keening cry tearing from her throat as her virgin pussy spasmed around me in frantic waves. The sight, the feel, the knowledge that I was the one who'd undone her innocence pushed me over.
I slammed in one last time, burying myself as deep as possible, and came with a guttural groan—hot, thick pulses flooding her newly-opened depths, marking her from the inside.
We stayed locked together, shaking, breathing raggedly.
I kissed her tear-streaked cheeks, her trembling lips.
"You're perfect," I murmured. "And you're mine forever."
Shaista smiled through the aftershocks, weak but radiant.
"Forever," she echoed, fingers threading through my hair.
The blood-stained sheet beneath us was the silent witness to the moment her innocence ended—and the beginning of everything that would follow.
We stayed like that for long moments—sweaty, tangled, breathing together—until I softened and slipped out. I rolled to the side, pulling her into my arms. She rested her head on my chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
"Still think this is a dream?" she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips.
I kissed her forehead. "If it is… I never want to wake up."
She laughed softly, curling closer. "Good. Because we have two more days before my parents come back."
The room fell quiet except for our slowing heartbeats—and the unspoken promise of more to come.