A School Lust Done Right - Part 1
A School Lust Done Right - Part 1
The thrills of fucking the woman you have fantasized for years!
The reception of my first two posts exceeded my expectation. I showed Nisha my post about us and she was thrilled by it. She was nervous, but excited that I put in enough thought to write about our ‘arrangement’ in detail.
This one is about Sushri. Like many of my lovers, we aren’t in touch anymore. It is unlikely that she’d love our fling being posted online. We never acknowledged us being a couple, and a detailed description about our encounters, would be a bit too much for her. The last time I talked to her, she had finished her MBBS and is probably doing residency in some hospital right now.
This will be a two-part story. We had two good dates, I hope you enjoy reading about both of them.
You can continue reading the story here, or buy the eBook and read it! The first part of this story is entirely free to read, while the second part is available only in the eBook. I changed the title of the story to The Footsie Fantasy while publishing it as an eBook.
The History
Sushri and I went to the same school. I was a shy and pimply kid, and would mostly keep to myself. At 14, I had recently discovered the pleasures of masturbation and spent most of my time, trying to load porn sites (pinkworld and the likes) on my dial-up connection. As luck would have it, our parents arranged for a Sanskrit Tuition for us. The Tutor didn’t have a place of his own to teach us, so, it was decided that he would come to Sushri’s house and teach. I wasn’t particularly weak in the subject, but the prospect of going to a girl’s house and sitting in her bedroom was a tantalizing matter for a teenager. I couldn’t say no.
Sushri and I developed a friendship — we shared notes, shared silly school gossip and joked around. Sushri was a pleasure to look at. She was barely 5 ft, her hair was dense, but she kept it short up to her shoulders. She wore rimless glasses, and at home would always be in a tee-shirt and a capri. Even that young, she had the body of a fully grown woman. There were times our Tutor would be late. She would close the door to her bedroom, while we chatted. Over time, she developed the habit of resting her feet on mine. Her feet were soft and warm, and she’d caress me with her feet.
Eventually, we started holding hands below the table while the tutor taught. She would drag her chair closer to me, so that she could rest her hand on my thigh. I would hold her hand, and sometimes I’d not take notes, just to hold her hand. The other times, when I had to write, she would rest her hand very close to my crotch, waiting for me to finish writing and hold her hand.
Sometimes I would stay back after the Tutor would leave. She’d sit on the top of the table and would pull me by my shirt to make me come between her legs. We got very close, without kissing. But there was a lot of sexual tension between us. Nothing happened, even though a lot could’ve happened. I guess, we both were nervous teenagers at that time.
The College Sexting
We graduated from high-school in 2010. I had cracked my entrance exams, and she hadn’t. She stayed back home to prepare for the next year, while I continued with college in another city, hundreds of kilometers away. We’d text often. Our texts were mostly inane, with me sometimes trying to stir the conversation towards sex. I’d ask her if she watched porn. She loved watching porn. I’d send her links to my favorite clips and she would send her favorite ones. We’d discuss how hot some clips were and sometimes laugh at how difficult it would be do the things that these people did in porn. Doing this, we got to know each other’s pleasure preferences. I preferred rough sex in simple positions, with a huge focus on oral sex. I loved it when the girl swallowed cum. She loved videos in which the guy goes down on the girl for long and she loved seeing the girl cum while being fucked. Sometimes, the clips she would send would just be a compilation of girls cumming.
After a while, we started using Snapchat. By the age of 19, Sushri had changed into a sex bomb. Being at home and doing nothing other than studying, she had gotten into the habit of working out. She had a shapely waist, which was thick but had no visible flesh rolls. I know this, because a lot of her snaps would be mirror selfies, post work out. She was still barely 5 ft, but with an ass which was too big for her body. All the squats that she did, only toned her ass to heavenly perfection. Her breasts, my God her breasts. During our snaps, I had asked what size of bra she wore. She wore 36D. I would spend a lot of time staring at her breasts in our snaps. I think she knew it, because she would always give a very good angle on her breasts, never sent me a snap which didn’t outline her breasts to the fullest.
As we became more comfortable around the subject of sex, I initiated a conversation one night, about me fantasizing about her. It was our first proper sext. In the virgin ways of a 19 year old horny boy, I told her how I would fuck her ‘doggy-style’. She texted back things like ‘ahhh, I love it’. We didn’t send each other nudes, but such texts were enough for me to jerk off. When I was about to cum, I called her and came while we were on the phone. She told me that she was sitting naked and was fingering herself.
Sushri wasn’t the only girl I was texting at that time. I had started liking another girl, Manisha, in the first year of college. I felt more than a crush towards Manisha and was courting her with all my heart (well, my dick still wanted Sushri, but still, all my heart was for Manisha). So, after a couple of sexts with Sushri it lost steam and slowly the sext thing died off. We went about our lives. The dates for her entrance exams came nearer, and we lost touch. By mid-2011 I was in love with Manisha. I stopped texting Sushri entirely.
A Short Relationship
Fast-forward to July 2015, I had moved to Bombay and started working. Sushri was still studying in the City we grew up in. I was a young professional, earning more than I could spend. I was heady with alcohol, cigarettes and women. Within three months of coming to the City, I had slept with three women and was again ‘in love’, this time with Aradhana.
In October of 2015, me and Aradhana were going through a rough patch. We weren’t talking that much. One night, I received a text from Sushri. We caught up for a bit, asked about how life has been. She went on and on about her MBBS and how difficult it was for her to keep up with the syllabus. I asked her if she was seeing someone. She said No. She asked if I was seeing someone. Without thinking twice, I said No. We texted till 2 AM that night, talking about the good old days of playing footsies during tuition and our sexts.
We kept texting. And one thing led to another, and we decided that we should meet. It was October, and I was to go home for Dusherra. She would have vacations in her college too. So, we decided on a ‘Date’. In the days leading up to the date, I made sure to turn on my A-game. I flirted with her, told her how much I regret that we couldn’t explore ‘us’ as a couple and how much I have fantasized about her.
The First Date And a Regional Movie
Our date itinerary was simple — Coffee at 12 PM followed by a Movie. It was a non-threatening Day Date. There was a slight glitch though. The movie thing was decided a day before, and there were no good movies to watch at that time of the day! We decided to wing it.
We were to meet for coffee at a CCD. She wore a plain black tee with a deep neck and a light blue jeans. They don’t make tops for women shaped like Sushri. It fit her loosely near her waist but was uncomfortably tight near her breasts. There was more than a hint of her cleavage. The jeans hugged her voluptuous butt, giving an accurate outline of her spicy hot butt and fleshy thighs.
She hugged me when we met. I let my hand linger around the small of her back. She sat beside me on the sofa and I made sure that our bodies were touching in every point possible. During out conversation, she touched my thighs often, would laugh easily and come so close to my face her hair would brush past my cheeks. Her hair had the scent of fresh shampoo.
After about an hour of chit-chat and some coffee, we started browsing for a movie to watch. As luck would have it, only one movie was playing and that was a regional movie. I asked her if she really wants to watch it. Her hand was resting on the inside of my thigh when she said, “Who cares about the movie?”
Well, she was right — I didn’t watch a minute of the movie. The moment the lights went out, I pulled her towards me. There was a man about three-four seats away from us. We didn’t care. We kissed and kissed. There was nothing magical about the kiss, but kissing my school lust was an incredible feeling.
From her lips, I moved down to her neck and I slipped my hand inside her tee to touch her waist. I nibbled at her ears, bit her neck and ran my hands all over her body. I groped her breasts, with her bra on. It was an exhilarating to finally grope the pair of breasts that I’d been fantasizing for years. I had a painful erection by then. My dick was straining against my jeans. It only got worse, when she started touching my erection. She let out a wow when she felt it.
As time went on, we got bolder, forgetting that we were in a half-full theater. I kept playing around waistline of her jeans, slipping my fingers inside. And then, I unbuttoned it. I expected protests, but she did the same to my jeans. We both slid our hands to each other’s crotches.
She took my dick out of underpant. Her hand was cold. But that didn’t matter, when she started stroking it. It drove me crazy to be in public and have my dick stroked by this woman. I have had plenty of erections for Sushri, but finally she felt how hard she makes me.
I slipped my finger inside her panty. It was congested, even with her jeans unbuttoned. I circled her opening, wetting my fingers with her juices. Then I started pushing a finger inside. Her pussy was tight and soaking. I pushed in, slowly. She let out a gasp and started stroking me harder. Once my finger was fully inside, I hooked my finger and started finger banging her. With my thumb, I started playing with the general area of her clit. We matched our rhythms — her stroking my dick and me fingering her.
We rested our heads on each shoulders, pleasuring each other, blissfully unaware of who was watching her. We were lost in each other, and coming close to our orgasms. I know she was close to it, because she became more and more irregular with her strokes. She was losing control of her sense of place. She let out a few loud moans, which were drowned out only because of a loud action scene in the movie. And then, she came. In one spectacular movement, she lifted her ass off the chair and pushed into my finger. She shivered and moaned and dug her nail into my arm, before going limp.
After cumming, she closed her eyes and threw back her head. She was taking deep breaths, which made her huge breasts heave. I looked around and saw the man three seats away, staring at us. It didn’t matter, I needed to cum too. Finger banging the girl I’d been lusting since school and that too doing it while somebody probably was watching us, was driving me crazy. My dick was still out in the open, still hard. She had loose grip around my dick.
I slid my hand behind her neck and held a chunk of her hair. She opened her eyes, and thought I wanted a kiss. I didn’t. I pushed her head towards my dick. There was some resistance, but eventually she gave up and let me push her head down.
It clearly wasn’t the first time she had a dick in her mouth. She licked my dickhead and with every bob of her head, she stroked my dick. It was difficult for her to blow me from the chair beside me. Her breasts were too big to allow her to bend down across the arm-rest. And because she couldn’t bend enough, she couldn’t take the entire length of my dick inside her mouth.
I guess, she realized this, and without me telling her to, she slid down her chair and came between my legs. Her jeans wasn’t buttoned yet, so it had slid a little, exposing her panty. She knelt down between my legs, and started one of the best blow jobs I have ever had. With the arm-rest out of the way, she started shoving my dick deeper and deeper into her throat. With other women I had been with till that point, I’d have to force their head down to get that kind of depth. But Sushri was a natural.
“I am about to cum,” I warned her. She didn’t stop. She kept blowing me, taking me in deeper and deeper. And then, I came. She sucked on my dick, taking in every spurt of cum that I had to offer. When I was done, she licked my dickhead once more. I looked down at her. She had a faint smile on her face as she swallowed my cum. She got up, buttoned her jeans and sat down beside me.
We tided ourselves, she rested her neck on my shoulder and we held hands till the lights came on for the interval. We left the theater at the interval, with her holding my arm. When the time came to say bye, I asked her if she was free tomorrow. She said, “Yes, what do you want to do?”
I said, “You”
She smiled. I said, “I will book the hotel in the evening and send you the details. Let’s meet tomorrow at 12 PM?”
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A School Lust Done Right - Part 2
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