Natasha

Remember when I mentioned Rithik having a liking to fuck my neurons out. Not in a sexual way but in an impatient kind. Like waiting in line at a bank kind of impatient. That's how I felt as I sat on Rithik's lap, waiting for him to end his phone call.

I wasn't one of those girls who had enough libido to wait, unless it was an emergency. I struggled to move away from his lap for the fifth time but his grip around my waist stopped me as usual. Why was he insisting to have a goodbye kiss was beyond me? But Natasha wasn't the one to give up, no, fuck no. So I tried to distract him, the other way.

“No shit, he did what? But I hymp— ” Rithik's words were swallowed as I coiled my arms around his neck and gave him one long smooch. Now I could have touched his dick instead, but we just had sex, ten minutes ago. The chair rattled against the floor as I kissed him further but I didn't care. I expected him to push me away like I thought he would, but instead, he moved his lips against my own while raising his mobile mid- air. He broke away and whispered breathlessly. “Try to understand Nat, he's my school friend.”

I traced a finger along his neck and kissed it. “Then let me go.”

“Not happening.”

And the next moment, he claimed my lips in a way that got my heartbeat racing through the finish line. Kisses had their own language, you see. This was the kind that told how badly he wanted me and only me. But before he could act upon it, he broke away to catch up with his call. Surprisingly his asshat friend was still on line. “Tarun, can you hear me?... Yes, it was the lack of signal. You know how shitty it is haha!... Uh, listen bud, can you call me in ten minutes? Something urgent came up... Yeah, right. Later.”

With that, he ended the call and threw it on the sofa besides us. He bumped his head against mine. “You are high maintenance, you know that. No wonder you are romantically single.”

“Haven't you looked into the material?” I said, slightly pulling down the neckline of my top and he kissed there. “I'm high quality, bitch.”

More than a week passed since we first hooked up at my pg apartment. Ever since then, we became each other's task. A favorite task to get it done with, everyday. Atleast we tried to. Mostly he would bang me over at my place since it was the easiest option. Khushboo would often express her discomfort on how her apartment stink of sex but that was it. For the last two days though, it had been me dropping my ass to his apartment. His parents just happened to be out of station, plus he had no siblings staying over, so it was a win- win situation for us.

Rithik's way of sex depended sorely on his mood. For a guy, he had quite a number of mood swings. I could tell how he was feeling just from the way he did me. Like how he fucked his sour mood two days ago because of an argument he had with his co- worker at the bar. While in his sappy mood, he would talk dirty things to my ear, took time to do dirty things to my body and inserted his dick when I least expected him to. In other words, his sex made me see stars, no matter what mood he bathed himself in. I'd like to think he was quite sexually satisfied with me, too. I certainly wasn't in the mood to break from this hook up anytime soon.

Until one day something happened.

“No fucking way!” I expressed my distaste when he broke the heartbreaking news to me. We were lying on his bed, naked. Apparently his parents were staying in a small town at Gujarat, where the mother's side of his parents live. His father will return to Mumbai tomorrow to resume his work but that wasn't the disappointing part, no. It was his mother and her family who were nagging him to stay over for a week. For a whole goddamn week darnit!

“I totally feel you even if you're not inside me right now,” Rithik said, shaking his head in dismay. He turned to my side and caressed his fingers through my hair. “Believe me, I have no intention to go when we just started out but my Mamaji, Chacha, Chachi... everyone has been calling me, that too separately. Can you believe that?”

Must be nice having so many well wishers. “Admit it, you are dying to go. Unless you have your own top secret call girl over there.”

He hit my head playfully, “Get your mind off the gutter, woman, I have no such arrangements. You are my first only hook up. I actually go there to become a kid with my cousins. It's hella fun, I tell you.”

“There, you admitted it yourself.” I poked his nose, chuckling. “Now don't you dare pull that face again. A week without sex is no big deal.”

“No big deal, you say? Let's see—” As if to prove it, he took his mobile on his hand and read out some messages. My messages. “Where the hell are you? Did a dog swallow your dick or what? And this one— If you wanted to skip today, you could have fucking informed me instead of leaving me wet. And this one's my absolute favorite— I could cum over five times till the time you come over. Man, that shit turned me on like a switch.”

By the time he was finished saying this, I was already straddling above him to reach over his stupid device to delete those messages. He was quick to respond as he extended his hand beyond my reach and grabbed my ass with the other.

“Delete those messages at once!”

He smirked wider. “No way, woman. Instead I'll screenshot them and save them under a file, ‘despo Natasha, limited edition’.”

That had me cracking up a little. Eventually, I gave up and focused on a hard task beneath me. I sat up and positioned his hard-on near my entrance, “You better make up for your future absence today.”

“He's more than ready,” he winked, talking about his dick before we got onto the hard task once again.

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I wouldn't even lie. I felt empty after Rithik was gone— Physically that is. It was raining, too. 'I wonder if...' My thoughts trailed and soon I was switching on to WhatsApp to reply to the message he sent me. Something to do with making out in the rain.

Just wait till you return. I'll show you just how much of an amateur I am not. Rain sex be damned!

Like an obedient child, I waited and waited, until the day I saw him by the cafeteria, in his hot and heavy glory. Sporting a light purple shirt and dark blue jeans; his clean shaved jaw and overgrown hair, he looked like a cookie fresh out of an oven. The things I'm gonna do to him. I was on my way to greet him when I halted on my tracks, re- evaluating the situation. Wouldn't it seem a bit too desperate? I have already shown my desperation through our chats.

So I did what a dignified woman should. I met him, talked a bit about our respective lives and when the chance hit, I rejected him by covering it with an important assignment. Though I also made a point to assure him that I'd be free tomorrow. Surprisingly, he was quite cool with it. Understandable, since he had to catch up with his classes.

The next day.

“So,” I began after having done with the hi- and- what- you- are- doing formalities. “The apartment is in limits after seven. Reserved for two people. I'm the first one. Care to be the second?” Way to be subtle, whore.

“I'd love to but I have other plans. Some other time, maybe.” Even the ringing of his phone seconded Rithik. “O, looks like they are on their way already. Bye.”

“Bye?” I said more like a question. Well that was odd but still understandable. He surprised me with a gentle pat on my head and left.

I didn't meet him for the next three days.

No, I wasn't avoiding him, it was the other way around. At one time, I messaged him, asking him straight out but he refused with the exact same excuse as before. A day after that, I chanced upon him near the college gate. Our eyes met across the distance but was soon broken by a group of people passing by between us. The scene changed after the group left. There was no Rithik in it.

Maybe he was paying back for rejecting him on the first day. Maybe he wanted to bring a reaction out of me. Thinking that, I played along with his ignorance.

A whole week passed.

By this time, we stopped seeing each other. My simple message of 'Hi' was still yet to replied. Or never to be replied as I saw it. I wasn't the type of person to bite back just because someone ended it before me. But if Rithik wanted to end things, he could have said so before leaving the city. He didn't had to be such a dick about it and let me wait. Thanks to him, I was left high and dry.

Another day passed in monotone, until a phone call did it for me— or rather a certain person.

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“Your mystery guest hasn't arrived yet. How much longer will he take?”

Ugh, she's still here. “Around ten minutes maybe,” I replied to Khushboo and paused, finding a way to express my thoughts without offending her. “You had somewhere else to go, if I remember.”

“Yes, I had but—” Khushboo trailed off, a mishevious smile forming her lips. “I'll wait. I want to see what kind of person has got you all riled up like this.”

I stopped tapping with my fingers against the sofa, shooting a smile of my own. You'll regret it. “He's a special guest, hon'. An old acquaintance I mentioned last year. Be warned though. We—” I was interrupted by the doorbell.

I practically hopped from the seat to open the door. Normally I wouldn't be excited to meet someone but today was an exception. It's been eight months since I've seen him last. I opened the door to reveal a tall and lean man. His hair that extended till his neck was gathered to form a small ponytail. The brown V neck top and olive jeans, along with a thin leather grey scarf only made the twenty- four year old lad look twenty. His dark eyes accessed  me from head to toe just like I was. A slow smile appeared on his thin lips.

“Kunal.”

“My queen.”

And the next moment, we pulled ourselves into one, hot smoldering kiss. We took our sweet time, fucking our lips over while ignoring the bitch who might have witnessed it all. He smelled of airport and mint, just like last time. His calloused fingers snaked through my neck, reaching to the back of my head, while another one squeezed my ass. I expressed my utmost gratitude by pulling his hips in a way that his front met my groin. He made a sexy sound from the back of his throat, to let me know how contented he was and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

All that kissing and dry humping made me wet but unfortunately, we couldn't take it any further. We pulled away, gasping for air. I ran my thumb over the length of my lips, contented with what I tasted. I glared him in the eye but somehow ended up pouting instead. “Where the hell were you?!”

At that, Kunal's mouth twitched to the side and I knew he had something worthwhile for my horny ears to hear. “Didn't you know, I've been inside you all this time.”

A wide smile escaped my lips. Kunal was just as shameless as I remembered. I missed this fine specimen. I was about to continue with the dirty talk when I was interrupted by someone clearing her throat.

“If you are over with your over- the- top greetings, can I turn around?” Khushboo asked while standing a few feet away from us, her back facing our side.

“Warned you.”

Kunal being the manwhore he was didn't miss the chance of checking out her ass. “Well, oh, well, what do we have here? A short queen, a tall babe and the most sexiest man in the city. Not bad for a threesome, eh?”

That earned a chuckle from me and a gasp from Khushboo as she turned to us. I protested. “Stop joking, Avasthii! You're gonna scare away my roomie.” And my perfect chance of staying here.

“My humblest apologies,” Kunal said, placing a hand on his chest like he was seriously sorry. No, he fucking wasn't— it was his face that was born that way. The face that allowed him to fuck his way through lies. He took a step towards her, “Hi, my name is Kunal Avasthii and I've been wondering one thing, ever since I first saw you— Is your Dad a baker?”

“Don't answer that, Boo.”

But Khushboo was already speaking, her brows knitted. “What, no! Obviously my—”

“Cos I swear you've got the nicest set of buns.” He finished and I facepalmed. This douche. He still hadn't let go of his habit of using shitty pick up lines on any girl he meets.

Khushboo shot a plastic smile, “Am I allowed to slap your guest?”

“Sure babe, do the honors, but I must tell you Kunal's used to it by now. Wouldn't be surprised if he made a fuckin' world record out of it.”

“I don't mind. Hey, if you're gonna slap, then better slap my ass...” he said to Khushboo but then stopped as he noticed her fury. “My humblest apologies, miss. I'm kidding. I'm only here to meet my dear, old friend.”

“I see.” Khushboo nodded in understanding and her lips twitched on one side. “Is he the same ‘friend’ you went to see at a luxurious hotel last year? You stayed there for almost a week. Should have expected what kind he'd be since he's your friend. Wonder how many such 'friends' you have?”

Bitch! I was about to spit back a reply when Kunal wrapped an arm around my shoulder, leveling his gaze at her. “Well, atleast she's got a big heart to accept dirtbags like us. It's rare amongst the narrow ones, who only have eyes for judgement.”

And this is why, ladies and gentlemen, I lurve him. He's sass well defined.

They shared a short staring match until Khushboo walked past the door, quietly declaring her exit. The loud thud of the door crackled against the momentary silence of the room as she left.

“It's your fault for hitting her first. Why provoke the unnecessary fire, darlin'?” I said, appearing to be sorry before my face turned grim. “I need this house.”

“I'd have been fine if she insulted me, but she belittled you and nobody gets away with belittling my queen.” Still not letting go his arm on me, he kissed my cheek— and by that I meant, sticking- his- wet- mouth- to- my- cheek- kind of kiss. “Lovely. Forget about that fire and do something about the fire in my crotch. It needs your shelter.” He said, his voice husky and casually ran his hand over my covered pussy, starting my own fire.

“Sure. My little cave house has been empty for a short while now. It would be delighted to meet its old guest,” I said, getting a hold of the bulge on his jeans that was begging for attention. What followed was a long, steamy afternoon on a hot weekday.

Kunal Avasthii— My favorite man, my favorite hook up and the one responsible for popping up my cherry. By that, I meant my virginity.

Our epic shit 온라인카지노게임 didn't start with how we met each other. Rather we had known each other for a long span of time. He was one of the residents in a small town called Chhindwara in Madhya Pradesh— the one where my Uncle lived. The first time I laid eyes on him was when I was eleven. He was friends with my elder cousin so he often hung out with us, whenever our family came by to visit. He mostly stuck with the boys so we didn't interact much. Just heard a few nasty rumors flying around. My cousins defined him as energetic, but moody and reserved. He only talked with people he felt like, hung out when he was in the mood to. Gifted with good looks and a mysterious personality, he seemed like a prized possession that everyone wanted to get their hands on. As for me, I loathed the guy ever since he made me fall face first on the mud. It was an accident but instead of apologizing, he laughed at my despicable face. Even my hand wasn't interested in slapping him.

Until the tender age of sixteen.

Maybe it was the teenage hormones hitting on all the wrong places but suddenly, out of no-fucking-where, he was noticing me. He was noticing me like nobody else could. The way he would twitch his lips whenever our eyes met, the way he would directly and indirectly compliment me, the way he would deliberately brush his shoulders against mine as we crossed paths... The list was endless. And the most disgusting part was— I was starting to like it. I liked his special attention on me to the point where I started to like— no— fancy him.

When I returned home, I received a Facebook request from him. What followed was a string of chats, starting from his hometown and extending till celestial bodies. We would waste hours chatting about science, politics, world, space— just anything to get our brains racking. We even moved to voice calling sometimes. It was astounding how perfectly our views blended, how similar we were. He proved himself to be a lot more than the moody, pervy brat everyone knew him as. Not everyone was aware of that mature, intelligent part of him and that made me feel extraordinary.

It also turned me on to the roof.

I wasn't the only one though. It was apparent enough from the dirty looks he used to throw at me. Our chats gradually turned from A grade flirting to C grade flirting. I wanted him. I didn't know how, but I did.

At that time, I hadn't followed up my usual agenda of hooking up or any kind of relationship. When Kunal implied he was more interested in me sexually, I was disappointed. Hurt even. I didn't stop chatting or seeing him though. As time passed, I got used to it. Love wasn't in my cards anyway.

Fast forward to when I turned eighteen. Like a diligent student, I passed my 12th boards with flying colors, gave my entrance exams and got admitted into a well-reputed University. It had been four months since I became an engineering student. I informed Kunal of my visit during the winter vacation. It was then the asshole revealed his true colors— He wanted to have sex with me. With my consent of course.

I instantly recalled my time with Abhishek and how disastrously the whole kissing went. But it was different 온라인카지노게임 with Kunal. For one thing, our chemistry was undeniable. Maybe this one would end up differently. Thinking that, and thinking over all of our previous smutty chats, I said yes.

The plan was carried out with utmost discretion. After taking a short nap, I sneaked out of my Uncle's house at midnight. Kunal was waiting for me in front of his house. To say I was nervous was an understatement, I was hyperventilating. The only reason I decided to take the plunge into the lion's den was because—

1- No one was there in his grandparents house at the time. His family had gone out of station while he managed to convinced them he was sick.

2- My parents weren't with me either. It was just me and Mitali who came to visit our dear Uncle that time.

It was a win- win situation for both of us.

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“I have a surprise for you,” Kunal announced. We stood before the door of corner- most room at the first floor. He finally left my hand he had been holding all this time. The knob clicked as he twisted it round and thus the door opened. We tip toed inside.

What my eyes witnessed wasn't something I expected in a million years.

My eyes first darted to two scented candles on either side of the armrest, belonging to the bed. If that wasn't enough, then a flower vase lay on the bedside table containing fresh lilies. Even the bed was covered in a maroon bedsheet. The lighting was dim, the room smelled like fresh sandalwood, the air was cool. I stared at the cheesy room, and then at him.

And the next moment, I was on the floor, laughing my wits out.

“What the fuck, Kunal? I never knew we were having our suhaag raat (wedding night). When did we get married? Gosh, I don't even have a saree. How tragic, puft—” I laughed again.

“But you told me to make it special!” he nearly shouted. “Do you have any idea how cringe- worthy it was, arranging all of these 'things'? I freaking did this for you and this is how you react. Not fair, huh, Natasha.”

He only did it to get in my pants. What was so special about that? I glanced at Kunal again and my laughter slowed down. He was standing tall with his arms folded, his arms vexing in the process. To an outsider, he may look moody right now but underneath that stone face, he was sulking. I got up, took his face in my palms and nibbled softly on his lower lip. I felt him smirk in my mouth before he responded back, securing me in his arms. It was our fourth kiss so we took time to get into the rhythm of things. Before long, he pushed me till my back touched the soft mattress of the bed.

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“I have a request to make,” I said in a small breathy voice as he was about to pull down my shorts.

“Sure, queen, what is it? You are comfortable, right?” Kunal asked and I nodded. He raised both of my hands above my head, making me feel immensely vulnerable under his scruntizing gaze. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes, my cheeks reddening. “God, save me! I never thought I'd share the privilege to see this side of you. You look so fragile, baby.”

“Shut up! I'm only reacting 'cause it's my first time. I'm sure you— ah,” I was interrupted by his wet mouth kissing my nipple. His hand loosened on my arm as he focused on his task.

“Then I must be the luckiest man to be your first,” Kunal said, his calloused hands and lips reaching over my ears, neck, shoulder, boobs, abdomen— Just anywhere and everywhere, heightening all my senses. His hands reached the hem of my shorts to pull it past my legs. His fingers pressed past my wet panties and I closed my eyes shut, loving the foreign feeling as well as hating the way I was reacting. Then ever so swiftly, he pushed the lacy barrier between his finger and my vagina aside, touching my wetness inside. I covered my lip with the back of my hand to quieten my moan that escaped me. “Fuck, you're wet... I'm so glad you're my first, Natasha.”

That slightly woke me up from my euphoria. I stopped his hand that fingered me and exhaled. “No way! With your reputation as a Casanova, such thing is impossible. I'm sure I'm your fifth or something.” 

A soft laughter escaped his lips. “Baby, you hear too many rumors. Sure, I fooled around with a few girls before but I never slept with them. Never. You might not realize this in your state but I'm slightly nervous as well. I worry if my dick will stay erect or not.”

I kissed his chest, tasting his masculine skin. God, I could just keep staring at him. He resumed fingering me again. “You had my eye ever since you hit your teens, Natasha. You were the first girl to drive me crazy in a different way. You made me wait for you, and I gladly did, despite the grass being greener on the other side. A part of me was convinced you'd never agree but here you are, writhing naked below me. It's like a dream come true. By the way, your request?”

Ah, what was my request again? Crap, where should I concentrate first? The way he treasured his virginity for years or my first orgasm that was waiting to burst from my center. I went for the former. It was quite the challenge.

“Tha- that's really, really sweet of you, hah...” I trailed off, looking down when I caught the bulge in his shorts. The curiosity in me urged my hand inside his shorts. It still felt weird though. Kunal enquired if I was okay. In fact he kept looking out for my well-being in between, considering the mishap that happened the first time. He was being uncharacteristically sweet which  touched me, both literally and figuratively. And that made me want him more.

I looked at him in straight in the eye and confessed, “Be gentle with me.”

The warm smile Kunal gave tugged at my heartstrings. It was rare to see him like this. He caressed the side of my face with his hand, looking at me like I was his diamond, “You didn't have to mention it. I'll make you remember this, Patil,”

Kunal fulfilled both that night. He made sure to slow down his thrusts when the pain became too much to bear, but retained his wilderness at other times. The way he caressed my body with care, the way I touched him— discovering and playing— it didn't feel like we were having sex. It felt more. The fact that it was the first time for both of us was heartwarming, though I wouldn't admit it to him. Deep down, I knew we weren't permanent, but at that moment, I was glad he was my first. I wouldn't have it any other way. It was a night to remember.

The next couple of days went into complete bliss. Well, nights to be more precise. I became more and more bold. I discovered and felt things I never did before. He even took me out one morning to watch the sunrise reflected on the hills. It was out of the world. I shamelessly claimed that as our first date.

At times, we just talked and laughed like normal people. It made me wish for these days to go on and on. It made me wish for a hundred more wishes with him. Now I didn't catch feelings like other chicks, but that didn't mean I was heartless. After all, I still belonged to the emotional species known as female.

“I'm glad...” Kunal said one night, wrapping his arms below my chest from behind. We were sitting naked in bed, with a packet of chips on my lap. He continued while nuzzling my neck. “That you live far away from me. Saves both of us from the complications.”

I blinked my heavy lid eyes. Sex can be darn exhausting sometimes. “Why?”

“What you mean by, why? I just answered you.”

I stopped eating, clenching my jaw. “Kunal, wh- why can't we be more?” I repeat, hooking up wasn't quite injected into my genes that time.

I felt his body tense behind me. Almost like it was a pain in the ass for him to talk about it. For a while, we remained that way in silence, until I felt a loss of warmth as he slid away from me. I resumed savoring my chips, covering the bitter sting I felt inside. I wanted to run away and cry. He sat on the edge of the bed with his broad back facing me. “Because I'm an asshole.”

A considerable pause later, Kunal added that a relationship was monogamous. More than that, it demanded expectations, care and promises and he was up for neither. Not in his fucked up state. His half baked answers only infuriated me more. Perhaps he chose me as his first because I was less bothersome than other girls. Maybe I was easy. Or maybe I was a bit special to him, especially from the way he made love— no, fucked me.

I scratched my head. God, he was confusing as hell. Thinking it was pointless dissecting him further, I fell back to bed. “Just a half an hour nap.”

We never talked about commitment  after that. Atleast we never linked that word with us. Except another week later, when we bid farewell. I still remember how he wrapped his arms around me, as if silently pleading me to stay. His words of farewell still lingered like a bittersweet song. “Thank you for your memorable time, Natasha. I'll cherish this for life... Hmm, I don't call you Queen for nothing. Someday you'll meet your king. Just you see.”

And that was the end of my remarkable summer fling.

We met five months after that but couldn't afford to buy enough time like before. The lingering attachment I felt with him earlier, faded away with time. We became the kind of friends who were comfortable enough to talk about sensible things but not enough to share secrets. We weren't aware of the shit that went on in other people's lives. Still, I liked how openly we bragged about our hookups without an ounce of judgment. We accepted and admired each other. We even joked about getting married in our forties, just so we could go on with our respective games while having each other as well. Clever, I know.

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A u t h o r s    N o t e

To Serious in Love readers— Do you remember who Kunal is? Yes, yes he's the same one! 🤣

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