The Night I Lost My Innocence

I’m a 24-year-old guy. One day, I received a friend request on Facebook from a girl named Sonali. She was from Allahabad, Uttar Pradesh. Slowly, we started chatting. We would spend hours talking on Facebook every night. One day, Sonali confessed her love for me. “Raj,” she wrote, “I’ve fallen in love with you.” I sent her a heart emoji in response, and she sent back a picture of a rose. I told her, “I love you too.” Our love blossomed, and we couldn’t imagine life without each other. We could only send pictures and occasionally video call using Skype since we lived far apart. Sonali was 19 years old and studying for her B.A. She was healthy, weighing around 70 kilograms. I always found fuller girls incredibly sexy.

One day, I proposed meeting her, and she agreed. I traveled from Kanpur to Allahabad and we went to the cinema. I chose a balcony seat at the very back corner. We met outside the cinema hall for the first time and spent about an hour walking together. Then, we entered the hall. As the movie started, I held Sonali’s hand. Gradually, I moved my hand to her thigh. She didn’t say anything and even placed her hand over mine. I began caressing her thigh, and she rested her head on my shoulder. Taking advantage of the darkness, I kissed her. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. It was my first kiss with a girl, and I felt an overwhelming rush of excitement. My breath quickened, and Sonali’s breathing became rapid too. I placed my hand on her large 36-inch breasts. She gasped as I pressed gently. With every touch, she shivered, moaning, “Oh please, stop!”

Sonali was losing control, and she started kissing me passionately. My body was filled with a burning sensation, and electricity coursed through me. She seemed helpless. Just then, the movie ended. When the lights came on, I saw her eyes were glazed over. Looking at me with those intoxicated eyes, she whispered, “Raj, I love you. You are mine. I can’t live without you. I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.”

We left the cinema hall and went to a restaurant for dinner. I bought her a gift, and then I returned to Kanpur.

From that day on, our conversations became increasingly intimate. Every night, we would engage in explicit chats until 2 am. Sonali was an only child and lived alone with her parents who slept in separate rooms. This made her feel lonely at times. I wanted to sleep with her, but she wasn’t ready. I proposed several times, suggesting we stay in a hotel for three hours so no one would suspect anything. But she refused. Three months passed like this.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the incident at the cinema hall. It was driving me crazy. I desperately wanted Sonali’s body.

There are limits to everything. I was willing to do anything, but she wasn’t ready. Women have incredible patience, and men become desperate to possess what they desire. That’s how I felt too. Finally, I decided to stop communicating with her.

Seven days later, she called me. “Raj, how are you?” I replied, “Fine, don’t disturb me, I’m studying.” Then I hung up. I thought that if we couldn’t have sex, there was no point in talking. Later, I received a message from her: “Can you come to Allahabad on the 10th? My parents are going to Haridwar for two days, and I’ll be alone at home.”

Hearing this, I felt overwhelmed with joy. I made up an excuse that I had a competitive exam in Allahabad. “I’m leaving tomorrow,” I told her.

On the 10th, I arrived in Allahabad. Sonali instructed me to come when it was dark. I spent a few hours wandering around before reaching her house around 7 pm. On my way, I bought a bottle of vodka, some food from a restaurant, and fried chicken. When I reached her house, she welcomed me with a hug. I behaved like a gentleman, gave her a soft kiss, and sat on the sofa. Sonali took the food to the kitchen and arranged it on plates. I asked her to bring two empty glasses, which she did. As soon as I poured the vodka, she said, “No, no, I won’t drink. I’ve never had alcohol before.”

“It’s okay,” I said, “Nothing will happen. Can you not even support me?” She blushed. We started eating and drinking.

As we ate and drank, Sonali became intoxicated. She was giggling and said, “Raj, you are so good! I’m lucky to have a boyfriend like you. You’ll take me on a journey to paradise, promise me.”

I lifted her in my arms and took her to the rooftop. The night air was cool. We stood there for about 30 minutes, holding each other close and walking around. I was eager, but she wasn’t in a hurry. “Enjoy this night fully,” she said, “Don’t rush into anything.”

So, I followed her lead. Then we went back downstairs.

The Night We Met

She left me in the bedroom and went to another room, saying she’d be back soon. When she returned, I was stunned. She had let her hair down, wearing a red night suit that tied only at the shoulders, revealing one breast tantalizingly. Her skin glowed with a healthy pallor, her arms were slender, her cheeks flushed, and an intoxicating fragrance clung to her. I was lost in her beauty.

She stretched out her arm, and I grabbed it, pulling her onto the bed. I kissed her lips, and she responded by running her fingers through my hair, deepening the kiss. I then gently pressed my hand against her breast, and she shivered, arching her back. “Oh Raj,” she gasped, “What are you doing?”

I ripped off my shirt, revealing my bare chest. The room was dimly lit, casting a romantic glow. It felt like a scene from a wedding night. I wanted to take off her suit, but she held my hand, blushing.

“Raj,” she whispered, “I’m shy.”

Undeterred, I continued kissing her, moving down to her breasts, then her thighs, finally reaching for her clitoris with my thumb. She moaned, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.

She wrapped her legs around mine, and I lifted her hand, tracing the outline of her areola. She writhed beneath me, her moans growing louder. “Raj,” she breathed, “This feels so good.”

I slowly unbuttoned her pants, taking a deep breath in to savor the intoxicating scent that emanated from her. It was heady, almost overwhelming.

She grabbed my head and rubbed it against her panties, lifting her knees. I followed suit, rubbing my nose and mouth against her skin. Then, with a gentle touch, I freed both of her breasts, letting them fall freely. She looked at me with wide eyes, her nipples erect and full. I placed my penis in her hand, and she gasped. “It’s so big,” she whispered, “I don’t think I can handle it, Raj.”

“Don’t worry, Soniya,” I said, “Today, you’ll experience paradise.”

“That’s what I want too, my love,” she replied. And then, I slid between her legs.

As I gently parted her lips, I saw the pinkness within. “Soniya,” I asked, “Have you ever had sex before?”

“No, Raj,” she whispered, “I’m a virgin.”

I inserted my finger into her, but she winced. “Raj, it hurts!”

I licked my penis and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina. With a gentle thrust, I entered her completely. She cried out, “Oh God! Raj! It feels so good!” Then, I pushed in again, going deeper this time. But she started pushing me back. “No! No! Raj! Stop! It hurts too much!”

I pulled out and began to soothe her clitoris, kissing her lips. She responded by sticking her tongue into my mouth.

After a moment, I thrust inside her again, fully entering her. She cried out, “Raj! You’re going to tear me apart!” Then she went silent, her body trembling with pleasure.

“It’s okay, Soniya,” I whispered, “Just relax for a few minutes.”

I continued to move in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster as she began to respond. Her moans grew louder, “Oh God! Raj! It feels so good!” Her body was slick with sweat, and my cock felt tight inside her.

Finally, she cried out, “I love you, Raj!” She arched her back, pulling me closer. I pounded into her relentlessly, our bodies moving in perfect unison. We both reached climax together, a wave of pleasure washing over us.

“Soniya,” I said, panting, “My seed is coming.”

She whispered, “Put it inside me, Raj.” And so I did, filling her completely with my love. We lay there for a long time, our bodies entwined, lost in the afterglow of our passion.

When morning came, around 6 am, she was sleeping soundly, her body pressed against mine. My desire flared again, and I licked some saliva onto my penis before sliding it back into her. But Soniya stirred and pushed me away. “Raj,” she said sleepily, “Not now.”

“But Soniya,” I pleaded, “I can’t help myself.”

She smiled and spread her legs. “Welcome back,” she whispered. And then, we made love again, just like in a romantic movie scene.

Around 10 am, I had to leave. But three months passed, filled with messages and calls. Then, one day, I received a single message: “Raj, I’m getting married on the eighth of this month. From now on, you don’t exist for me.”

And that was it. Soniya was gone.

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