Fucked my schoolmate
This is my first story writing, you can find it a bit long, I regret the inconvenience. Hi, this is Abhi, an IT Professional in Bangalore. This is a real incident that happened a few months ago when I went to Mumbai for a few months on a client site. The heroine of this story is a school friend for whom I never had any feelings. We were together in the same class for only a year. It’s been 12 years since we last met or talked. She was married and had a child. One day, from her social media, I came to know she has shifted to Mumbai. She has changed her job (which I came to know after I met her). I pinged her and planned to meet her when I’m in Mumbai. After some time, I got the opportunity for a client site, and I told her and decided to meet. When I reached Mumbai, I started chatting with her and planning to meet. One day, we met at a restaurant. We were meeting after 12 years, but she was not much into talking. So, we had snacks and left the place. It feels like she met because I insisted. We kept chatting, but I never asked her again to meet. After a few days, she asked me to meet at the same restaurant, at the same time. This time I met a totally different person, she was happy, smiling and talking a lot. We had drinks, and it was a great time spent together. After the restaurant, we went to the park, while sitting there, I took her hand and looked at her tattoo. Suddenly she leaned on my shoulder and said, “Sorry for last time. I was upset due to some personal reasons.” I asked her about the problem, but she ignored me. We sat silently for some time and left for our homes. After this, we started meeting frequently. As our offices were nearby, we went back home together. Her room was on my way, and we spent a lot of time together. One evening, I asked her about her husband. I came to know she is getting a divorce, and that’s why she came to Mumbai to do the job. I feel sorry for her, and things have changed. She started opening up. It’s been only 1 month since we first met, and we started searching for reasons to meet daily. We used to go to late-night movies. One day we were at the restaurant, and I was clicking her pics. I saw her deep cleavage. (Sorry, forgot to describe her. She was slim, average height, with a 32D-28-34 size.) I clicked that pic and showed it to her. She made a weird face, but I ignored it. She said nothing, and we danced. I cum that night twice, thinking about her and looking at that picture, but no feeling, good or bad, nothing for her yet. Till this time, everything was perfect. We were good friends, hanging out, spending time together, enjoying each other’s company. Days passed, it was Tuesday, and we were in the pub. It was off for her tomorrow, so we decided to party. We had drinks and we enjoyed the music. She got a call from her husband (not yet divorced), she received it and got angry and upset. We ordered food, and she received another call, and she started crying while talking. I was sitting alone and waiting for her to come back. The food was on the table, getting cooled. It took her an hour to finish all the calls, and she was in a very bad mood, crying heavily. We had food and booked a cab for her place. In the cab, she was crying, leaning over my shoulder, in my arms. I was trying to console her. We reached her place. I dropped her off, and she was fine now. When I was leaving, she hugged me tightly and said, “Thank you, Abhi, for being there with me,” and everything changed. I left and reached my place, messaged her good night, and asked her to sleep calmly. I was not able to sleep that night, and I was not sure what was happening. The next morning, I texted her to ask about her well-being. She replied, “I’m ok, baby”. We start meeting daily, giving hugs, kisses and coming close. One day, everything was going fine. We met in the evening and left for our respective places. At night, around 11 pm, she called me and was crying and not fine. She had a conversation over the phone and was upset, and she wanted to meet. So, at midnight, I went to her place, met her and brought her to my place as my roommates were not there. I was also leaving for my hometown tomorrow for a few days. We reached and went to my room silently without knowing anyone. As soon as we entered the room, she hugged me tightly and cried. I hold her face and kiss her forehead, our eyes saying something more, but we stop there. We went to bed, she was in her red shorts and black Spaghetti, she hugged me, and I got hard, blood was running heavily down to my dick. She felt that and got excited. We saw each other and started kissing. We kissed for a few minutes. This was not our first kiss, but still, it was something different from every time. We were kissing and eating each other badly. It was an electrifying experience, filled with intimacy and desire. My hands started moving, checking her curves and fondling her back. She was not wearing a bra. She started rubbing me over my boxer. I started squeezing her ass, and she moaned with every press. We were kissing like there was no tomorrow, and she was over me. I took out her top and started playing with her boobs; they were big, shaggy boobs. She started leaking as she was not wearing panties, and her wetness was coming over my boxer. We broke the lip lock, turned her under me. I went between her legs, took out her shorts, and started licking. Her pussy was clean-shaven. She was leaking badly and getting excited like hell. She was moaning my name and requested to stop as she couldn’t control herself anymore. I kept on eating her pink pussy like her lips. Her pussy lips were properly visible, but she was tight. She started shouting, “Fuck me, Abhi… Fuck me.” I started sucking her boobs one by one and gently started rubbing her clit and fingering her. Started with one finger, moved to two, and it was getting difficult to move them.