Confession
I’m MSS, 22, a primary school teacher. Three years ago, after moving to a new house, I discovered my neighbor was a senior from my school, a 24-year-old well-behaved, kind, and educated man. Though he avoided conversations with younger girls, we connected through our mothers, who became friends. Over time, I grew attracted to him. One day, while his parents were away, my mom sent food for him. When I delivered it, I found him crying over a photo of his ex. He asked me not to share what I saw. I comforted him, assuring him things would get better. He thanked me for the food. That evening around 6:30 PM, I asked my mother for permission to visit his house to get help with my presentation. When I arrived, he was in shorts and quickly put on a shirt. He agreed to help, and while working, our hands touched unintentionally, which I liked. After we finished, I thanked him and hugged him. He said he didn’t like hugs, so to tease him, I kissed his cheek. He said he didn’t like kisses either, scolded me, and told me not to do it again before asking me to go home.
The next morning, after my bath, I asked my mother for permission to visit his home to finalize the presentation. When I arrived, he had just come from a bath and was wearing only a towel, looking very attractive and hot. Seeing me, he covered himself with another towel and asked me to wait in the hall, but I followed him to his room. When I entered his room, he saw me, locked the door, and came closer, asking, “Now, what do you want?” I felt a bit nervous seeing him act this way, as I only thought of him as a strict senior and a topper.
There was silence from both of us. This time, he didn’t object when I simply began kissing him on the lips. He also began kissing me, and we slowly approached the bed. I asked him, “You act strict with girls, or are you really that strict?” during a pause. “Don’t ask questions, just enjoy,” he said, “unless you want things to return to normal; then you can go now.” I didn’t want to miss the moment with him, so I kept quiet. After that, we gave each other a passionate kiss. I could feel his hands moving toward my boobs. “These ain’t as big as you might like,” I said. “These ain’t as small as I might not enjoy,” he said suddenly. I gave him a hug and another kiss because I loved his response. I must point out that, after hearing him, I felt emotional, even though I had initially entered his room with sexual intentions.
Since this was my first sexual encounter, I recalled the blue visuals I saw of my female friends as well as their conversations about their experiences. I then felt his dick with my hands over his towel. Whoa, being held was really pleasant. “Can I remove your towel?” I asked him. He went on to say, “Don’t ask anything; just do whatever you want.” For the first time, I saw dick directly when I took off his towel. I absolutely adored that. I knelt down and began to suck it. I was uncomfortable at first, but I ended up enjoying it. For three to four minutes, I did this. He then took off my top, bra, pants, and panties. Both of us were completely nude. He then began to play with my breasts and kiss my nipples. I was experiencing immense pleasure when he also inserted his finger into my vagina. He began kissing me again as I began to moan. After six or seven minutes, I asked him to have sex because I couldn’t control myself. He grabbed a packet of condoms from his drawer. After placing a condom over his dick, I began giving him a blowjob for a minute. He then inserted his dick into my vagina and began to fuck me, play with my boobs and nipples, and kiss me as well. I cummed and gave him another kiss after we had fantastic sex for about fifteen minutes. The fact that he hadn’t cummed yet, however, shocked me. I asked him to let me give him a blowjob until he cummed because it was my first time, and I couldn’t resist any longer. “Yes,” he replied. He said he was going to cum after I took the condom off his dick and gave him a blowjob for six or seven minutes. I asked him to put it in my mouth so I could taste it. Inside my mouth, he cummed.
In bed, he questioned, “Did you feel satisfied?” I gave him a kiss and said, “This is not only my first time, but this is the best sex of my life. Thanks for this. I hope you enjoyed it too.” He laughed and replied, “It’s already late for you; don’t worry about the presentation. Yesterday, I checked, and everything is fine. All the best for your presentation.” I pondered how he could be both passionate and stern. Whatever occurred, I kissed and held him, then put on my clothes. I asked who he had done this with. He said, “After the breakup, I started having sex with many girls to forget my ex.”
After that day, whenever he visits his house (after taking a leave of absence from the hostel), we meet in his room if he is alone or in a private location to have sex. As a result, we both developed a routine. I’ve told him that I’ve been in love with him since our first sexual encounter. He requested a few times, and over a year later, he agreed to my proposal as well. We are currently in a relationship, and we adore one another. Also, we have sex whenever we can.