Hey friends, I’m sharing my first story experience. Please forgive any mistakes.
This story is from 2019, when I was in junior college. I have a permanent boyfriend now, and we’ve been together since 2020. I’ve told him everything, and these days, he sometimes gets turned on by asking about it.
So, let’s begin my teenage craziness.
I’m Sneha, currently 22 years old. I wear a 38D bra, and my jeans size is usually 38 or 40. I’ve never measured my hips, but I’m a bit on the chubby side. I have fair skin thick thighs, and I’m around 5’7″ tall. So, you can probably imagine what I look like.
This story is about my affair with my English teacher, Sourav Sir, during my junior college. Let me tell you how far things went with him.
The sequence of events started when I was about to enter junior college. Almost every girl in my class already had a boyfriend. Some were immature, some were simpletons. Some were much older, studying in the higher classes of the college.
I was alone. Neither did I pay attention to anyone, nor did anyone look at me, because the college trustee was my uncle.
The story begins with my teacher, Sourav Sir, my English teacher. He gave me hints many times as if he liked me. However, he never expressed any interest or moved things forward. I was also interested in him, but I wasn’t doing anything at the time.
I would give hints with a smile and sometimes with a touch while handing over a book. One day, gathering courage, he gestured for me to stay back after class. He made a normal, proposed statement, saying he liked me in a different way and all that.
He then added, “I love you.” I deliberately took two days, ignored him a bit, and then it was, “I love you too.”
About a week later, a notice was sent stating that our inter-college seminar and science exhibition were scheduled to take place. I’m a seminar-topper type of girl, so I was selected from our college. My English teacher, Sourav Sir, was my mentor. I was really excited that we would at least be able to talk properly.
The next day onwards, in my last two periods, we started sitting in a separate classroom to practice. On the very first day, we sat together in a separate classroom. Sourav Sir held my hand. That same day, he kissed my cheek, and I immediately felt my discharge start. I didn’t say anything.
I was like, “I liked that. That kiss was amazing.” Just as practice was over and we were about to leave the classroom, he kissed me again, but this time on my lips. I pretended to be shocked at first, then showed a little support and started a tongue fight. Within 5-10 minutes, we finished everything and left.
The next day, at the same time, we both entered the classroom, and as soon as we did, our lips locked, and then we sat down to start practice. During practice, he often held my hand, sometimes my waist. I was really enjoying all of this. After about half an hour to an hour, he kissed me again.
This time his hand suddenly touched my boobs, and my eyes widened, feeling shocked. He immediately became scared and took his hand back. He started to say sorry repeatedly, apologising profusely. How could I tell him that I liked it?
So, I just said, “Oh, come on, don’t say sorry. I didn’t feel bad. We are a boyfriend and girlfriend, and this is a common situation. Let’s drop this topic for now.” I tried to divert his attention. My heart was beating fast, wishing he would press them again, but what could I say? He was such a simpleton.
About 5-10 minutes later, I couldn’t resist anymore. I took his hand from his side and suddenly placed it on my boobs. He was shocked, like, “What just happened?” Then he suddenly started kissing and pressing all over my dress, and pressed for 15-20 minutes.
It was as if he was touching someone’s boobs for the first time. He was pressing so hard, and I was feeling a mix of slight pain and pleasure. Kisses were happening in between, and he was pressing gently. I had cum 2-3 times. My panties felt completely sticky.
Then, we left after some time, as usual. At night, when I was at home, I received a message from Sourav Sir on WhatsApp. I got excited at night. While chatting, we reached the point of playing games. We started playing truth or dare on WhatsApp itself.
In truth or dare, he asked me all sorts of things. If I had ever done it or if I had seen anyone do it. If I had ever slept with anyone and all that. I was a virgin until then, and I kept answering simply. When I asked him, he gave the same reply.
Then, the game began to move towards dare. He started asking for pictures, starting with thighs in shorts and then asking for boobs pics as well. I didn’t send him photos, but asked to do a video call. He immediately did a video call. I was alone in my room. He did the video call and was sitting without a shirt.
I started feeling horny just by looking at his body. He was deliberately showing off his chest and biceps. Then it was my turn. I started showing, first acting a bit coy, then slightly showing my cleavage. He went crazy. Then I noticed that while talking, his hand went down.
Maybe he had started masturbating. Then, I showed up a little more by pulling down my t-shirt, and he got even more excited. Then I slightly showed a nipple, as if he would jump out of the phone and eat it. Slowly, without even realising it, I had taken off my t-shirt and was sitting half-nude in front of him.
He was telling me to press myself. I said you could do it tomorrow, and that was that. The next day, I went to college, and for the same practice, we went to a separate room. As soon as we arrived, things started. He opened one button of my shirt and asked me to press my boobs.
With one hand from the top and the other from the bottom. I didn’t back down either and moved my hand over his dick from outside his pants. He was shocked. He didn’t say anything, and I began to enjoy the sensation. It felt so amazing and hard in my hands.
At the same time, he was pressing my boobs very hard, and when it hurt, I said, “Am I running away, baby? Do it gently. Both are yours only.” I was massaging his dick from over his pants. He got happy and made me face him, opening two more buttons of my shirt. I was wearing a bra and a maxi.
He pulled my boobs out from over both and started licking them. I felt like I had reached heaven. No one had ever done that before, and to this day, it remains my favourite moment. I had started moaning softly and was fully into whatever was happening.
I had come thinking that I would let him do whatever he wanted today. But he didn’t go beyond that. Sourav remained standing like that; he neither touched me below nor did anything else to me. I wanted more, but he didn’t do anything, and I also became quiet and acted normal.
After 2-4 kisses, we both became normal and went home. That night, there was a video call again, and to my bad luck, my period also started that day. I was very horny for Sourav Sir. With the video call, our conversation went so far that day that he even opened his pants and showed me his dick.
I was uncontrollably aroused, and I started pressing my boobs. Now, all those feelings were rushing through me, as if someone would come and press my boobs hard, bite, and do everything every day. I didn’t want a relationship with Sourav Sir, nor was I serious about him. I was trying to relieve my loneliness.
For a while, I considered giving Sourav a chance or finding a decent guy to have my first time with. But no one suitable appeared, and reluctantly, I had to give Sourav a chance. His dick was of average size but very thick. It was thicker than any I had seen in videos, yet still an average of 5 to 6 inches in length.
He proudly showed me his dick, and I pretended to be shocked while secretly looking closely. Then, the next day at college, I told him beforehand that I was on my period, so he could be a bit careful. He agreed, and everything was normal until his class time.
I deliberately unbuttoned one button of my shirt and started teasing him by showing my cleavage. He seemed to be suffering, restless. Then, in the last two periods, I went to practice with him. He gave me a normal kiss, hug, and boob press.
Today, I told him from my side, “I want to see your dick. Unzip your pants and take it out.” He was shocked and quickly unzipped his pants, taking it out. It was the first time in my life I had touched and seen a boy’s dick with my bare hands. I don’t know how or why.
But he told me to open my mouth and put his dick in it. I was really shocked at what was happening and pulled back. He grabbed my hair and forcefully put his dick in my mouth, moving it back and forth. My throat was touching his dick as I gagged. He kept pushing it in while holding my hair for 1 to 2 minutes.
I was shocked, wondering how and why. I quickly freed myself and stormed out of the class in a state of anger. He started following me, worried that someone would see us and we’d get caught. After 1-2 minutes, I returned to the classroom.
He apologised profusely and admitted his fault, seeming quite excited by what had happened. I didn’t say anything. He kept apologising and begging until the end of class. But I didn’t say a single word to him. Then I went home.
That night, I don’t know why, but I was waiting for his message at home. Around 10 pm, he messaged, and we talked. He must have said sorry a hundred times and everything else. Then I felt guilty and forgave him, but I warned him never to do anything like that again without asking.
Even though I am a girl, my consent is also necessary. The next day was the seminar, and I got ready to go. The location was 130 km away from my house. My parents decided to send me to college in the college car with Sourav, my classmate and friend, Pari, and her mentor, Madam.
Pari and Madam were going to the science exhibition. Sourav and I were going to the seminar. We reached the location around 10 o’clock. There hadn’t been much conversation between us until then. I was nervous about how things would go.
Sourav Sir was quite motivating, and everything went well. We came second. It was around 3 pm when everything finished, but the science exhibition was still going on. I spoke with Madam, and she said they would need another two hours. Sourav and I planned to go to a nearby mall to wander around.
By then, their exhibition would also be over. Everything was set. I wanted to buy something for Sourav as a gift because I hadn’t given him anything yet, and his birthday was coming up in a week. So, we both made a plan and left. The driver and Sourav sat in the front, and I was alone in the back.
Madam and Pari were still at the venue for their exhibition. In 15 minutes, we both reached the mall. The driver’s uncle said he would rest in the car and to call him when we were ready to leave. So, Sourav and I were happy, thinking we would get some privacy.
First, we went for coffee and sat there as a couple, holding hands and drinking coffee. Then, I took Sourav to the trend section and started selecting a shirt for him. He was so mischievous that he started his antics there, too, touching my boobs and butt under the guise of helping me.
After one or two touches, I told him there was no chance, as I was on my period. He then made a face and tried on shirts, selecting one or two. After doing some more touching there, we left. At 6 pm, we reached to pick up Pari and Madam.
Then, both the girls and Madam sat in the back seat of the car. Sourav Sir sat in the front. While talking, Sourav Sir was asked by my father to pick up phenyl and tissue paper stock for the college. He went to get them. We stopped at a godown, and he picked everything up.
The car was an XUV 500, so phenyl and tissue were kept in the last seat and on the floor. As we were about to leave, Madam said she couldn’t bear the smell of phenyl. Sourav Sir, looking for an opportunity, said Madam could sit in the front, and he would sit in the back.
Madam agreed and asked me with a gesture if there was any problem. How could I tell her that all of this was our plan? I shook my head no. Pari sat by one window, I by another, and Sir sat in the middle.
Pari and Madam had been standing and running around for 4 hours. They started feeling sleepy after 10 minutes. I wasn’t saying anything, and it was around 7:30 pm. It was dark inside the car. I told the driver’s uncle that I needed to use the washroom.
He stopped at a petrol pump and woke them up, asking if they needed to go too. They were in such a state that they shook their heads in disbelief. I went alone, and Sourav stopped to get fuel. I took my bag inside and changed my pad, which was full.
I thought of giving Sourav Sir a little surprise and making him happy today. I had troubled him a lot the night before. I changed my pad as it was full and replaced it with a fresh one. Then, I took off my bra and just wore my maxi dress and suit, which had a dupatta.
I covered myself with it in a way that no one would notice. Then, I went and sat in the car. After about 10 minutes, I noticed that both Pari and Madam had fallen asleep, and the driver was driving at his own pace. My hand was resting on Sourav’s right hand.
I brought his hand and placed it over my boobs. He chuckled and then suddenly seemed shocked because I had taken off my bra. He looked at me and smiled. I didn’t say anything and just winked. I still don’t know if he saw it because it was very dark.
Then, Sourav first started pressing my boobs from over my dress. Suddenly, he slipped his hand inside my suit through the neck. Sometimes, he would press, sometimes rub my nipples. Sometimes gently, sometimes firmly, and this went on. I felt like I was in heaven.
My boobs were quite firm, and my nipples were still very small. He kept pressing and playing as if he would never get to do it again. As he continued, I slowly brought my dupatta over his pants and started to cover his zipper. Then, I slowly began to unzip it.
It took me about 5 minutes to slowly unzip it so the driver wouldn’t hear. He took his dick out from his underwear and then out of the zipper. His dick had also become hard and was now exposed. First, I started moving my hand up and down it and playing with it while he played with my boobs.
Then came the time for real pleasure. I suddenly leaned down and directly took the tip of his dick into my mouth. He seemed to go crazy, and I slowly started licking his dick. He was tilting his head back, enjoying the sensation. I continued for about 5 minutes before sitting back up.
I was very scared, not knowing what might happen. Then, there were about 15-20 km left of the journey. We both thought it was time to stop. We both composed ourselves. After that, he would occasionally touch my boobs from over my dress.
Finally, we reached our city. First, we went to Pari’s house to drop her off, then to my house. Madam and Sourav Sir both stayed in the college staff room, so we went directly there. Then, we chatted at night and went to sleep.
I hope you like my real story.