Pleasure - Give It To Get It
Hi Everybody, This is Joyonita again. Thanks for the great response to my first ever SEX story on ISS. I could not reply to all as the mails were just flowing in. So just answering the 3 FAQ’s (It facinates me how it sounds like Fucks). 1. Do I wanna be your friend? I’m a friend of you all, who is going to share the most intimate of my experiences and make you want them too. So enjoy the stories and I hope they help your SEX life. 2. Am I male or Female? I think that is a stupid question, given the poor judgement after reading my story. If you think I’m a man, I give you a good fiction story; and, if you believe I’m the girl in the story, you get a good true story. I leave the choice to you. 3. Please do not feel for my past. That was then and I had to tell because it is part of my life, my story. Believe me, I had worse sex than that later on. Last, I hope the editors don’t fiddle with this write-up too much and get someone, who knows English, to edit. Every word I write is honest, meaningful and important to the story. I read and edit myself a hundred times, until I get the right emotion and expression. Anyways, my story moves ahead as my life changing experience gave me a lot of confidence. My dressing changed; shorter skirts, deeper blouses and bold accessories. My attitude changed; no more the shy invisible, pushover, I was smiling more, my skin was glowing more, and my expressions were more… let’s say inviting; a little roll of eyes, a bite of the lower lip and.. you get the idea. Over the next few months, I hooked up with 2 different guys. But they were just trying to score, copying porn movies without any passion, and talking dirty (as if that helped). ‘Oh baby.. I’ll fuck you like a maniac (for 40 seconds)… Aah..you are so good, oh.. I’m coming.. Aaah this and that’. 6-7 inch boners, good for nothing, but cold, short & boring SEX, like eating chicken right out of the fridge. Shubhodya-da (My loving brother) had his own sex life and also it was never the same like first time. We hardly did it after the first week. So it was one of those boring days that I was sitting in my room reading, when my friend and classmate Navleen called and invited me to her house for a party. Though I was not keen, my boredom and her insistence got the better of me. I changed into a nice dress; turquoise green blouse with matching blue capris and everything that went with them. I looked in the mirror and was happy to see my looks. I smiled and left for the party. In the taxi, I could feel the driver often looking back at me in his rear view mirror. Though I felt a bit insecure, I was also enjoying the quite attention. As I reached the party I met with Navleen and greeted her parents whom I knew from before. They were celebrating the homecoming of her brother, who returned after completing his education in Australia. I walked around a bit as I did not know her other relatives and helped myself to a nice vodka drink. I could see the surprising look on the people gawking the girl having alcohol in public. I felt a bit uncomfortable and so thought of putting it away. I saw a waiter passing and I asked him to take my half drunk glass, who took it acknowledging ‘Yes Mam’. Oh.. what a good looking waiter he was, I said to myself and think I checked his arse, as he walked away. But he soon returned offering me another glass and said, in a slightly louder voice so others can hear too, ‘PLAIN ORANGE JUICE MA’M’. I did not understand the loudness till I tasted and was pleased that actually it was mixed with Vodka again. I smiled and was about to thank when Navleen sped towards us, calling ‘Bhaia’ to the waiter. “Everybody is looking for you, please come fast” she held him by the arm and I watched as they walked away. A few steps and he turned his head to me and returned the welcome smile. He was Navleen’s brother, Parichit. Couple of days later, as I was leaving the college, I saw him on the road outside, standing, leaned against his car. He stood up as he saw me coming and acknowledged with a smile. I walked up to him, a ‘Hello’, and I asked if he was there to pick Navleen. He said “No, I’m here to see you… Coffee..” and I said ‘Ice Cream’. We had a nice Ice Cream and we talked as we drove around in his car for a while. He was really nice, intelligent & witty. I was impressed by his talks & looks and was highly enjoying his company. Finally we landed near my apartment, and he took my books from the back seat and walked me to my door. As I opened the door, he walked in and kept the books on the table right next to the door, and sat himself on the bed leaning back on his hands. I pushed the main door to close and walked to the rack on the other side to put my bag and other stuff. I could totally tell that he was checking me out and.. even I was occasionally stealing a look at him. But he could make out and calmly said “You don’t have to try too hard, I want the same as you do.” Now, I don’t know what was happening to me, but I walked towards him and probably was thinking to ask him to go, but just then he got up from the bed and planted one of the most wonderful kiss on my lips. I was shocked for a moment, but I kissed him back and in the next moment we were totally making out. He was much taller than me and so I was standing on my toes, which was tiring me. I got off for a bit to take my shoes off, and meanwhile he did too. I held his shoulders and sat him on the bed and we started to kiss again. His hands were caressing my butts first from outside and then inside my capri-pants, which he kept lowering till they were off. He then moved one of his hands to my boobs and ohhh.. what a feel of his touch. He was in no hurry and fondled by breasts to excite me to the core. I was so turned on that I had to stop kissing to allow my moans and he stood up holding my t-shirt and it was right off me.