My earliest memories go back to when I was 4 or maybe 5 years old. Nimki di was a few months older than me. We were very close family friends, and family visits and sleepovers were an annual ritual.
On such occasions, Nimki di and I would invariably sleep in the same bed, and that’s when it all began. When it was clear that our parents had slept, Nimki di’s hand would slowly make its way under my cover and inside my shorts. Her soft touch on my kiddy cock was such a sweet feeling, for which I had no words.
Nimki di would grab my hand and shove it inside her panties. I was a drufus and didn’t know what to do except care for her between the legs. Then she would take one finger and rub it between the crack of her pussy lips.
I was getting the picture that this is what was expected of me. Truth be told, even caressing her pussy also gave me immense pleasure. Somewhere at the back of my mind, we both knew this was forbidden. That’s what made it even more awesome.
Then we grew up, and our families drifted apart. Nimki di’s dad moved to another city, but we were always in touch. Then came the summer of 1985. I was back home on a month-long summer vacation. It so happened that aunty called.
When she knew that I was home, she told my mom to send me to their place for a week. Soon, I was on my way to their place. I’ll be honest, when I was on the bus, my thoughts always went back to those childhood days.
Though those memories were vivid in my mind, I was sure that Nimki di would have grown out of those kiddy shenanigans. Boy! Was I wrong? I came to know soon enough. When I reached their house, aunty greeted me very warmly. Uncle was in the office, obviously.
Nimki di was out gallivanting with her friends from the neighbourhood. She trooped in around lunchtime and screeched when she saw me. Hugged me tight with her arms, grabbing my bum and pulling me into her. I could feel her generous boobs getting crushed against my chest.
But Nimki di was lost in the moment. Nothing much happened that day except a lot of chitchat. Nimki di updated me on all her friends from the neighbourhood – who’s dating whom, who’s still a virgin, who is desperate for sex, so on and so forth.
I was getting the feeling that she was still the same, yet I was afraid to make the first move. First day went off pretty uneventfully as I was tired from the long bus journey. Fun began the next day.
Nimki di asked me – Have you seen Satyam Shivam Sundaram?
Me – Nope, I’ve heard it’s a pretty adult movie with lots of hot scenes.
Nimki whispers in my ear – Let’s get the DVD from the library and watch it on my laptop.
The plan was smoothly executed, and we smuggled the DVD in and started watching. We were sitting on her bed with the laptop on the bedside stand. We were sticking to each other from toes to hips. The air was steaming up in the room.
Fortunately, Aunty was out visiting her friend in the neighbourhood. It was the 2 of us and the maid in the kitchen. We couldn’t shut the bedroom door, or the maid would have become suspicious. Soon, the scenes started heating up with Zeenat Aman, which is what Zeenat does best.
Slowly, Nimki placed her palm on my right thigh, but I stiffened up and kept quiet. As the movie progressed, she started stroking my thigh. My breath got stuck in my throat; I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to do a lot of things, but was afraid to spoil the magic of the moment.
Nimki was wearing a kurti and leggings, and her thigh was barely inches from my right hand. Soon, Nimki made the next move; keeping her eyes glued to the screen, she lightly picked up my right hand and placed it on her left thigh. Her thigh felt like a marble pillar.
This time I went ahead, stroking her thigh, and soon moved to her inner thigh. Inner thigh was even softer, and my hand, as if it had a life of its own, roamed all over her thigh, inching slowly upwards towards her crotch. Nimki’s breathing became heavy, and I had stopped breathing.
Then she did something crazy – called the maid for 2 cups of coffee. I was surprised by this move. We removed our hands and sat decently watching the movie, and soon the maid came with the coffee and saw 2 very decent kids watching the movie.
Nimki – This was necessary for allaying the suspicion of the maid since Mom is not at home.
I must admire her smartness. And we went back to our caressing. But this time we knew that there was no fear of the maid, so we were even more comfortable. Nimki hugged me from my waist with her left hand and put her right hand on my right thigh.
In doing so, she almost half turned towards me. I took the clue and did the same. I hugged her waist with my right hand and put my left hand on her left thigh.
God knows what happened to the coffee. I was getting hard slowly, and Nimki’s right hand was delicately touching it. Meanwhile, my left hand had also moved up and touched her crotch. It looked like her crotch was on fire.
She further spread her legs, giving me easier access to her pussy. Now she was openly caressing my cock from over the boxer shorts. If I had not worn my chuds, my cock would have peeped out.
Nimki knew my condition. She rolled down her leggings and shoved her hand in my shorts. She started squeezing my bare cock inside the shorts while my hand went inside her panties. Her trimmed pussy was sopping wet.
She whispered in my ear – Do you remember what we used to do as kids.
I needed no further invitation – I shoved my middle finger in her wet pussy.
As luck would have it, Aunty entered the house, and before she could reach Nimki’s room, we were all back to normal.
There’s a lot more that happened in those days. If I get some positive response from you guys, I’ll come back to you with what happened the next day.