Alright, alright! In lines. Again!” shouted the dance teacher over the booming music.
Abhi wiped his face by the hem of his t-shirt and walked back to the third position in the first row. He was drenched with sweat. He parted his legs by a foot and held his arms in front of him. His wet t-shirt was clinging to his shaped back.
“Let’s repeat the first three moves!” his dance teacher walked along the rows. “Ready? 1! 2!” she counted imitating the steps casually, “3! 4!”
Abhi moved his arms in a rhythm alternatively with the music, swayed his body in a wave and turned to his right.
His gaze instinctively went to Khushboo, standing first in the second row. Her back was facing him.
He felt a drop of sweat slither down his chest, sending an involuntary shiver. Her yellow kurti was equally wet, giving an outline of her hourglass figure and prominent hips. Her braided hair looked like a black serpent crawling on her back.
“Good!” his teacher shouted, bringing him back to reality. She walked to the front, clapping, “Will repeat the first four steps of tango, we rehearsed last week, and disburse.” His heart leapt with joy. Tango meant partner!
“To your partners! Two rows! Quick!” She changed the music. Abhi looked up at Khushboo, who was looking back at him with a gentle smile.
Is she smiling at me?
She always smiles like that.
No, she is actually smiling!
“Hi!” she beamed at him.
“Hey! Looking pretty” Abhi said.
“God, hold your horses will you!?” Abhi thought.
“I mean..ahh here we are again.”
“Did you practice the steps?”
“Yeah, they are simple. Easy peezy!”
“Haha, really? Alright then. I am finding them a bit tricky though.”
“Its simple Khushboo, we just have to take it slow.”
“Hmm hmm,” she nodded, blinking her eyes and he felt butterflies swarming in his stomach.
She walked forward, he lifted his right arm, putting it around her and placed it below her shoulder blades.
She was wet, soothingly wet.
She took a step closer, doing a similar maneuver with her left and the free hands joined in an awkward clutch. Her fingers felt so soft. So gentle and smooth. He gulped as his stray eyes lingered around her ample bosom.
“Shall we?” she adjusted herself into the position.
“Ahem ahh..yeah sure,” he looked up at her inquisitive face, “three times back and a right swing.”
“One!” He put his left foot forward as she took her right foot back.
“Two!” he repeated with his right and she with her left.
“Three!” he put his left foot forward again accompanied by her right foot moving back.
“And swing!” he swung to his right, joining his left foot with his right. She followed.
He held her firmly as she completed the move falling forward and mashing her supple front in his chest.
For a moment, everything slowed down for him. She was so close, almost in a hug. She felt warm. Damp. Her girlish aroma smothered his senses. He has never been so close to a girl. He looked down at her. Her face had turned crimson as she tucked her hair behind her ear and pulled back.
Abhi had packed up his bag, changed his practice clothes and was washing his face when Khushboo called him from around the wall.
“Abhi, is that you?”
“Would you mind helping me with this bag?”
“Huh? Yeah sure.”
He swung his bag around his neck, over his shoulder and walked with a springing enthusiasm to the other side of the changing room. Khushboo was struggling with the chain of her bag.
“Here, let me see,” he pulled the chain and to his slight surprise it rolled down smoothly, closing the bag.
Khushboo pushed him against the wall, pressing herself against him!
“Have you never kissed a girl before?” she asked with a wink. He was struggling to control the swelling in his pants with a girl so close.
“No..” he gulped, looking down at her lips.
“Would you like to?” Khushboo pressed her body forward, definitely aware of his hardening member. He thrust his face forward and gave a peck on her lips. She broke into a girlish laugh.
“Slow down, boy.”
Khushboo placed her hands on Abhi’s shoulder and leaned forward. He looked at her as she brought her face closer. He closed his straining eyes and felt her gentle lips. She gave a gentle stroke from his lower lip to his upper.
He parted his lips and tried to grab her lips in between. She grabbed his hair at the back of his head. “Slowly,” she mumbled, pulling back for a moment but pressing her lips against his, a second time.
Abhi was in another world. He could not believe it’s happening. His senses were out of control. His sexy dance partner’s slimy tongue made sloshing movements across his lips as he parted them. Her hands slithered up to his neck and she engulfed him in a close hug. Their faces were inclined in opposite directions.
The lips were nudging and struggling against each other. Abhi’s hands moved down to Khushboo’s waist, almost lifting her off her feet. A moment of struggle ensued and she was the one against the wall. Her fingers played with his hair, as he devoured her juicy mouth with raw lust.
He could feel her pressing her thigh against his swollen manhood. His embarrassment about his hardening cock vaporised as she gave a gentle moan gauging the size of his package. It was his turn to moan as she massaged her thigh gently between his legs.
It was getting difficult for him to hold and before he could realize, she pushed him away with a smile. Her lips were wet and shimmering.
“How was it?” She asked in a matter of fact tone, reaching for her bag.
“It.. It was the best!”
“I will be alone this weekend. Parents are going to attend a function.” She winked and turned around, leaving the academy as if nothing had happened.
He stood by the wall. His fingers reached and touched his lips. He tried to taste her on his lips. He tried to retain the smudge of her lips.
His first kiss.
“Make yourself comfortable.” Khushboo almost commanded, handing him a glass of water. She was in a casual pink top and skin tight, white PJs. Abhi looked around her room. It was mostly pink with stuffed toys, heap of pillows, a wall covered with football player’s posters. Abhi took a sip of water as Khushboo sat on the bed by his side.
“Why are you here?” Abhi almost spluttered.
“Ahh.. Yeah.. Umm Just wanted to see you.”
Abhi got up to go as she crackled a high pitch laugh.
“Ohh God! Sit, you dummy!”
Abhi sat back feeling ultra stupid and slightly annoyed. Khushboo was suppressing her giggle. “Were you actually leaving?”
“Ahahaha, ohh you cutie!” Khushboo pinched Abhi’s cheek and took the glass.
“What was I supposed to do? You asked me to leave.” Abhi protested.
Khushboo turned around and grabbed my hands, “You are supposed to do this,” and placed them on her hips.
Her stomach was inches from Abhi’s face. She smelled of roses. Abhi kissed her belly as she held his head in her gentle hands. He was sniffing and kissing her scent and skin. Her top was already pushed up, baring her silky smooth skin. He kissed and plucked around, emanating moans from her.
Khushboo held Abhi’s face in her hands and placed her legs on each side of Abhi, straddling in my lap, and took his lips in hers. Abhi’s hands were roaming around, caressing and touching Khushboo’s mounds and valleys. She was in ecstasy as she felt Abhi touching her in places only a lover would.
Khushboo pushed herself closer into Abhi. Her body was mashed against his lap and massaged his crotch. Abhi’s ribald, young cock was engorged with lust.
Abhi pulled her top over her head. Khushboo reached for her back and unhooked her pink bra in a swift motion. Abhi took her cups down, uncasing her taught, milky globes. She lifted her butt off Abhi’s lap and placed her breasts in front of Abhi’s hungry mouth. Abhi needed no invitation as he dived into her chest.
The next few minutes were hallucinating for Abhi. His surroundings were vague. His face was floating across an ocean of soft, warm skin. He lapped Khushboo’s breasts like a hungry dog, suckling on her juicy, warm tips, tugging them down and yanking them with his lips. He could feel her nails digging in him.
It was difficult to distinguish between Khushboo’s moans and near sobs. Abhi did not have the experience. He was raw, first timer. He just wanted to kiss and suck her as hard as possible, for as long as possible, as if there was no tomorrow. Abhi’s torment only stopped when he felt Khushboo’s hand grabbing his young cock from over the pants.
The first touch of a girl! Abhi’s eyes rolled back in his head as Khushboo stroked it up and down, twisting with pleasure. With a wicked smile, she pushed Abhi on his back.
Abhi’s mouth was dry and his heart was thumping uncontrollably against his ribcage. He did not know what to expect. Khushboo’s fingers were already unbuckling his belt.
“Can.. Can we close the lights, please?”
“Is it hairy?”
Abhi couldn’t speak as she pulled the zipper down. His 18-year-old dick was making a huge tent in his boxers. Khushboo nudged against it and reached for it from the inside of Abhi’s boxers. He fell back. His eyes were closed. All he could feel was a soft, gentle hand.
Khushboo’s fingers wrapped around the girth of Abhi’s cock and was stroking it up and down. Abhi was controlling his moans as Khushboo pulled his boxers down with her free hand.
Khushboo kissed the length of it. Her face was content as she adored her prized possession.
It was getting difficult for Abhi to control. Her warm breath, caring hand and lustful lips were enough to take Abhi’s inexperienced cock to the shore. A part of Abhi urged to make her stop. But his cock had a mind of its own.
Abhi did not want Khushboo to stop stroking it. He did not want her to stop kissing it. He did not want her to stop making love to it.
Khushboo was continuously rubbing it up and down. Her each motion was accompanied by a kiss or a lick. Her fist was moving up and down in a perfect swing.
Abhi looked down at her. Her eyes met his. Her stroking intensified. It was more firm and vigorous. And then a bubble snapped in Abhi. He felt his balls twitch, a warmth raced down the length of Abhi’s virgin cock and erupted from the slit on his swelling crown. Abhi was moaning in pleasure, his abdomen was spasming as Khushboo milked him vigorously.
Abhi’s orgasm subsided in moments as he looked down. Thick, white ropes were splashed across Khushboo’s cheeks and Abhi’s stomach. Khushboo was smiling with an amused expression as she reached for her top and cleaned both of them. Abhi’s cock was still up, pulsing and slick.
“Now it’s your turn,” she whispered, leaning by Abhi’s side and going flat on her back. It took Abhi a moment to realize Khushboo’s invitation, as he got up and saw her spreading her legs for him.
Abhi felt a tingling in his cock as the prospect of seeing a pussy for the first time flashed across his mind. He was naive, unaware of the subtleties. The nooks and corners of Khushboo’s precious world. And she seemed to enjoy that innocence.
“Don’t be shy baby. Have me.” she whispered, pulling her white Pjs down. Abhi went down over her panties clad, puffy mound. She surely smelled of roses.
Unlike his, Khushboo’s thighs were silky soft, with a tincture of pink on the edges of her panties. Abhi was mesmerized like a young kid ready to open his favourite gift. He hooked the front of her panties and pulled them down. She was bald. And pink, her lips glued together in warm coziness.
Abhi gave her a lick by natural instinct. She gave a long, girly moan. Her response made him happy. He gave numerous laps across the length of her slit. She felt like soft leather against his tongue. Khushboo was looking down at Abhi with her lower lip between her teeth.
“Kiss me Abhi,” she moaned looking down at Abhi. “Do you know how to do a French kiss?” Abhi nodded crawling up to her.
“Uhuhh! Down there.”
Abhi gulped. She gave him an idea of what she wanted. And he was more than happy to oblige. The next moment, Abhi’s face was pressed between Khushboo’s thighs. She held them far apart, holding them up for him as he smooched her vertical lips with love and passion.
She was wet, dripping wet. Her stomach was going up and down with every breath and sigh. Abhi held her thighs apart and dug her love temple with his invading tongue.
”Abhiii.. Abhi..” is all she could muster as Abhi looked up at her, his wet tongue busy wriggling between her juicy lips. Abhi unknowingly hit her clit with a lap.
“Right there babyy..” Khushboo almost begged as Abhi hit her sensitive nerves. Abhi pulled back for a moment and parted her lips further, taking her love button between his lips and gently nibbling her. Her screams were loud enough to wake up the neighbours.
Abhi’s cock was throbbing and twitching.
”Fuck me..” Khushboo barely mumbled and pulled Abhi up. Abhi’s cock poked around her things as she reached down between them, grabbing his lolling cock and placed it between her pussy lips.
Abhi got the cue and humped down unceremoniously. She was in blissfully agony. Khushboo punched Abhi in my chest and pulled him in a tight bear hug.
”Slow.. Slow,” was all Khushboo could manage as Abhi started pumping his once virgin cock inside her. It was the best feeling in the world. Abhi was in a daze.
It was too much for his senses to acknowledge, all the pleasures and emotions running through him at the same time: Khushboo’s warm breath hitting his skin, their sweating bodies moving in a rhythm, her nails and teeth branding his shoulders and chest, the smooth yet grippy motion of his cock up and down her pussy, her pleasurable sobs in his ear.
Abhi was in ecstasy. His lower abdomen was automatically moving like a piston. He was giving her long deep strokes, his tip nudging and rubbing her deepest insides. Abhi felt another surge in his balls as Khushboo wrapped her legs around mine.
Her moans were getting short and sharp. Her breathing became deeper. Her grip on Abhi intensified as he felt every inch of her pulling back before a pounce. Abhi felt her shudder under his weight and stop for a miniscule moment before rupturing into a wild orgasm.
“FUCKK.. AAHAAHAAH… I AM CUMMING,” Khushboo was breathing fire.
Her squeezing pussy rolled Abhi across the edge as he felt his cock jump and pulsate in excitement inside her hot confines. Abhi started fucking her deeper thrusts and animalistic rage. The same surge of warmth ran across the length of his cock before it broke into a series of twitches and jerks. Abhi pushed it deep inside her seeding her fertile womb.
Khushboo placed her hands weakly on Abhi’s hips, trying to hold him still. Abhi’s still-hard cock was buried inside her deepest valley, spent and tired. He slumped on her. She held him in her arms. Both struggled to catch their breaths.
“Welcome to adulthood..”
Abhi looked up at her.
“You are a man, now.”