Virgin’s Wish

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Prologue

Radha:

Oh, God! It is already 4:30 pm. I have to be there by 5:30. I will be late to meet Rohit.

Deepti:

Calm down. You are never late, Radha. You know that!

Radha:

I know, but I still need to wrap up my work, and it will take another 15 minutes or so.

Deepti:

Well, if you keep worrying without wrapping it up. It might take more than 15 minutes.

Radha:

You are right!

Deepti:

And also, that dumb ass will not be on time, so all you will end up doing is reaching before time and waiting. So take a chill pill.

Radha:

You know, I don't mind waiting, but I mind being late and making the other person wait.

Deepti:

Clearly, it says you respect others' time more than yours.

Radha:

It is not like that.

Deepti:

Oh, is it?

Radha:

Holy God, it is 4:47

Radha:

I better hurry up, Deepti.

Radha:

I will see you on Monday.

Deepti:

Make me proud!

Radha:

Shut up.

I have been waiting to meet him for two weeks now, and for this day, I have lost count. And every second felt like forever for the last two weeks, and now the time is running like a marathon when I'm late. I would have booked the cab an hour ago, had I known it would take an hour to reach my pick-up place.

Finally, the man of the need arrived. I boarded the cab and checked the time, and it was 4:55. The estimated arrival time was 5:26 pm. Hopefully, I will make it on time. I could feel the excitement in my stomach. Butterflies are what I would call them.

I couldn't wait anymore. I wanted to see him. I have missed him so much. There is something about him that makes my heart jump. He is annoying and irritating 99.99% of the time, but somehow, I can't resist him.

All this while the time was running, now it feels like it has stopped. I had to distract myself. I closed my eyes and started to imagine what the evening would be like.

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Part I

The Day

I reached a beautiful resort called Golden Flames that I had been planning to visit with him for months now, and finally, I was there. Moments later, he joined too & we entered the villa, and I closed the door behind me, and he was taking a look at the place.

I couldn't resist anymore. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. For a second, he didn't respond, and that felt like forever. Before I could pull back, he kissed me passionately and sincerely.

I played with his hair, and he kissed me precisely as I wanted him to. He pulled me so close to him that the air couldn't cross through us. I lost track of time, and we broke the kiss to get some air.

And I don't know what got into me. I just ran upstairs. He followed me. For the First time, he spoke nothing. I was watching the sunset. It was beautiful. It seemed like it could rain badly. He showered me with kisses on the back of my neck.

Radha:

‘Ahhh,’ I moaned.

I couldn't believe that this was actually happening. I always thought he never embraced my body due to my extra weight. That is why we haven't had any intimate moments so far. I was all wrong. He was all into me as I was and wanted this each time I wanted it.

Then he lifted me in his arms. Nobody had raised me in my entire adult life until now, and I always blamed my weight for it and felt insecure. Today I realise there is nothing to be insecure about. The right ones will do the right things for you.

He took me inside. He showered me with more kisses. He kissed my face, neck and my back. I signalled him to take off the blouse.

Rohit:

Are you sure, Radha?

Radha:

I have been sure since the day I laid eyes on you.

He removed my blouse, and I unbuttoned his shirt. He unhooked my bra, and it took him a few seconds. When he was doing that, I looked at his beautiful face. He squeezed my breasts hard, and I told him to squeeze harder. He did.

Radha:

Oohhhhh Rohit!

I kissed him again, and we played with our tongues.

I kissed his bare chest, and he was moaning. That felt like a sweet tune. He removed my trousers and my panties and kissed my lips there. I didn't expect him to do that, but I knew I wanted him to do that. He licked my lips down there. He made circles with his tongue.

The windows in the room were wide open, and it seemed like there were no other villas around. Due to the sunset, the light was falling on the body.

Rohit:

Radha, you have such a beautiful body. I wonder why you do not wear clothes that are meant for you instead of baggy clothes.

At that moment, I loved this man more than I have ever done before. He kissed my lips down there for some more time, and it felt like heaven. He bit them so gently and pushed his mouth inside. He made me feel like my body no longer belonged to me but to him.

Radha:

Does it smell bad down there?

Even though he embraced me, I still wasn't entirely confident.

Rohit:

No.

Radha:

Are you sure?

Rohit:

It has a sweet smell like you, Radha.

I pulled his trousers down, and he was already hard and ready. He was looking at me, asking for my consent, I guess.

Radha:

Make love to me, Rohit.

He smiled and asked.

Rohit:

Have you had an orgasm before?

Radha:

I didn't respond.

He asked again and said to be honest.

Radha:

I said, “No”.

Rohit:

Okay, I will try to give you one today.

Radha:

I said, “It is fine even if you don't.”

Rohit:

It is never fine.

That sentence made me fall head over heels for him. As I awaited impressed to the core, he entered, and I was ready to take him inside. He started slowly, and then he asked several times if it was hurtful or if he could speed it up.

But I didn't want any changes. I enjoyed every bit of it. I moaned hard. I screamed.

Radha:

Aaaaaaahhhhh, this is so good, Rohit.

Rohit:

I love you so much.

My inner voice had shut down. I didn't care anymore. Then I cummed hard. I screamed loudly.

Radha:

I cummed, Rohit! I did! I finally did! You are a beast.

He smiled. He thrust hard inside me, but I knew what he wanted, and I didn't want him to make love to me. I wanted to make love to him too, and I asked him to stop.

He looked surprised, but he did as he was told. He pulled out gently. I didn't care about cleaning myself. I started kissing him. I kissed him everywhere possible, and then I took him inside my mouth.

He moaned.

I knew what he wanted and needed. I took it deeper and deeper. And I enjoyed watching him and doing that to him. He moaned hard. I loved the look on his face. I licked his length around.

Rohit:

Radha, you must stop, or I will cum into your mouth.

Radha:

My pleasure.

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Part II

The Night

Rohit:

No, I don't want to cum in your mouth.

He pulled out of my mouth and entered me again. This time hard and fast. He fastened his thrusts and planted a kiss on my neck. I moaned in joy as he unleashed happiness for a few minutes. I cummed again; moments later, I felt his cum inside and canines tenderly on my neck.

He didn't pull himself out immediately. He stayed there for some time and I felt at home.

When we were both comfortable, he lay down beside me, and we caught our breath. He then left to clean himself, and so did I.

I wanted to relax and feel pleasure, and this was much more than that. When he returned, he lay next to me and kissed my forehead. I know the sex was wonderful, but the kiss on the forehead rules out all that pleasure.

I pecked him on his lips, and we complimented what we liked in each other. While I confessed I loved how he looked when he moaned, he admitted he loved the way I screamed.

Since neither of us was hungry, we spoke about our lives for a while, and I did not even know when we had fallen asleep. But when I woke up a few hours later, I was in his arms, and I fell asleep again with the thought that I was safe.

Honk! Honk! Honk!

Driver:

Madam! Madam!

I woke up saying, "Oh fuck!"

I hadn't realised I had fallen asleep. We reached the resort, and the time was 5:29. I paid online, and the driver didn't give a happy look about that, I didn't mind for the first time.

I called Rohit upon reaching the resort, but he didn't answer and called back a minute later, saying it would take another ten minutes. Then he arrived after twenty minutes.

Then we started from there. He didn't speak much, but the dream I had sometime back had taken over all my thoughts. I tried to distract myself, so I could go with the flow the way the evening took us.

When we reached the room, I felt a little tired and sat down for some time while he looked at the place.

Rohit:

The place is nice, Radha. Good choice.

Radha:

Thank you.

I stared at him and started thinking about what I wanted to do to him. I wanted to pull him towards me, make him feel breathless. Interrupting my thoughts, he asked.

Rohit:

Where are you lost?

Little did he know that I was lost in him. Though I wanted to tell him ‘In your arms,’ I said I was thinking about some work stuff. Sometimes I wonder why can't we be honest and tell the truth for once. Is it because we fear the response won't be in our favour, or are we so embarrassed to express our desires?

Maybe neither. Interrupting my thoughts, he asked again.

Rohit:

Are you lost again?

Radha:

You change first, Rohit. I am good.

Rohit:

I will, in some time. But I thought we were going to start drinking once we got here. That doesn't need a dress changing, does it?

Radha:

Then it’s fine.

Rohit:

Let’s start as I don't want to change either.

I gulped the wine into my throat as quickly as possible because I wanted to feel high to get the courage to do whatever I did to him in my dream. But he looked so calm and composed and was having a beer.

He told me how horrible his work life was and will be. He cribbed about how much he loved his life before, and now it feels like he is going nowhere. He was talking on and on and on, never bothering even to ask how my day was.

Well, I didn't want to talk about my day, and all I wanted to do was have a good time and wanted him to shut up about his sad life because we had decided not to talk about work or life, but he just wouldn't shut up.

I have been waiting for this evening for so long. From the day I had laid eyes on him, I wanted to kiss those luscious lips. But he would never create that ambience; all he would do was annoy me. What if it was the other way around?

If he, being a man, had desires, would he sit tight like me the way I have and listen to every nonsense I told him? Only men can lust, but women can't. They are just made for love.

Today, the wine inside me will make me do what I have always wanted to do to him. The evening is so beautiful with the moon and of course him.

I could kiss him right now, and that's what I want from him. It was the wine, not me, I thought to myself. Glancing at me, he turned silent. A moment later, he leaned forward and pecked. His lips were luscious and I wanted them more and more, but we lasted less than a minute.

He didn't kiss me again on my lips or anywhere. I thought he was shy, so I started kissing him on his neck and chest. Surprisingly, he didn't have much chest hair & I liked it that way. I kissed him on every inch of his face. It seemed like he was enjoying it but didn't care to return.

As much as I enjoyed making him feel good, I was starting to feel upset that he didn't care about my needs. I removed his shirt and he did the same to me. Well, here he was, all uptight to return the favour, not because he wanted to make me feel something, but because he wanted to feel something inside my shirt. I mean, who doesn't love breasts?

He unhooked my bra within seconds as if he had experienced it for years. He squeezed my breasts like they would burst if he squeezed them any harder. That's it; the foreplay was over.

I hadn't felt a thing since the lame-ass peck. He then removed his shorts and pulled my panties to enter me. I was still in shock with no arousal. When he was about to enter,

Radha:

I have never had an orgasm, Rohit.

Rohit:

Seriously?

I was baffled. Why was he so surprised? It's obvious, isn't it? Men cum all the time, and we women don't. I know many women, including myself, who have never cum. It's an open secret that many men can't make women happy in bed. I wanted to tell him all this, but instead,

Radha:

Yes. I am serious.

Rohit:

Baby, then I'm not cumming until you do today.

Somehow I found it funny. A man who couldn't embrace a woman's body because she didn't have the zero-size figure or the ideal body men want. A man who is least interested in passion or care, couldn't even touch her but will not cum until she does. Huh?

Radha:

We'll see about that.

He entered me, and since I wasn't aroused much, it was too tight for him. Not giving up, he tried harder, which started hurting me. However, I was quiet, with no expression on my face.

Rohit:

Are you not enjoying it? Show me how much fun this is, babe!

Then I began to moan by screaming.

Rohit:

Am I that great, baby?

Radha:

Yes, of course.

Rohit:

I'm going to thrust you harder now. Just tolerate, okay? We are going to cum together.

He started pushing it in and pulling it out quickly. The pain vanished as I lubricated a little, but I felt nothing. I just felt something going in and coming out. I didn't expect this evening to be this way. I didn't want him to fuck me, but I wanted him to make love to me.

Instead of weeping internally, my eyes were. In the past, I used to ask myself, "Why would someone get so much upset over bad sex?" Well, now I know. It was never just sex, and it is the overall experience that turns them bitter.

All I wanted was to be touched intimately. I wanted to feel at home in his arms. I wanted to dissolve myself in his scent. I wanted him to kiss my lips down there without any hesitation so I would no longer be embarrassed about it. I wanted him to kiss every inch of my body, conquer me and my body.

But now, all that was happening was his penis in my vagina that was going in and coming out. As much as I didn't want to be bitter, I could not help it.

Rohit:

Is it hurting? Am I that hard?

Radha:

No, I'm just enjoying it.

Rohit:

Then show me.

I screamed again, and he felt it was with pleasure. In reality, it was with the pain. Not just physically but emotionally. I wanted to say ‘I don't want to do this. I'm not a puppet; I have desires too.’ However, all I did was shed more and more tears.

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Epilogue

For a second, I could feel what a sex worker goes through every second. I heard him say ‘cum with me,’ and I screamed, ensuring I had an orgasm. I assumed many of us could fake well, or men are too convinced in their prowess that they believe what they hear.

When he was done, he lay down next to me and didn't speak a word. He took my hand after a few minutes and kept it on his penis.

Rohit:

Squeeze it.

I did.

Rohit:

Squeeze it harder!

I did. He then asked me,

Rohit:

Suck it, babe!

I wanted to say ‘No’, but I didn't. I did what I was told. He asked me to switch positions and suck harder. He then started thrusting his penis into my mouth. I felt pukish, but I didn't react. I felt like I was going to cry with the uncomfortable feeling I was having when he thrust harder. He cummed in my mouth.

Rohit:

That was wonderful, baby.

I didn't respond. I had nothing to say. He cleaned himself, and I did the same in a different bathroom. When I returned, I didn't want to spend a second with this man. I felt so unloved, embarrassed and insecure about my body. I wanted to run away and I was no longer high.

He lay down next to me. I couldn't sleep for hours, but he slept like a baby. Trying my best to make peace for the evening, I wrapped my arms around him, but he pushed them away, making a weird noise.

I felt rejected, insulted, humiliated and whatnot. He was asleep, and maybe he didn't know he was pushing my hand. But somehow, that action felt so hurtful that any justification wouldn't make me feel better.

My heart ached, and my tears would not stop. I wanted to scream louder and didn't want to fake this time. I felt I would do anything to get rid of the emotional pain, but all I did was lay flat on the bed and cry myself to sleep.

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