Falling in Love with Nitasha - Sex Stories

Falling in Love with Nitasha

... series of small kisses began to work their way around until they kissed just under my ear. “I don’t kiss Marcus like this,” Nitasha said. I could feel excitement pulse from my galloping heart down my spine. I turned around to face her. “Nitasha?” But she said nothing. The black clouds of her hair fell around my face, pushing us into shared darkness. Her marshmallow-soft lips touched mine. It wasn’t a confident kiss; it asked me to reciprocate. I did. I pushed upwards, my lips opening to test my tongue against her teeth. They opened, and my tongue entered Nitasha’s for the first time. Her tongue pressed back, slithering between my lips. I turned around more fully. The sensation of her tongue against mine was like nothing I’d experienced with boys. It was soft, sexual, wanting. Her hair, I remember, was tickling my cheek, but I didn’t want to break off this kiss. My tongue ran along her teeth and then tried to explore underneath them, while my right hand held the back of her head close to me. Nitisha was biting my tongue between her teeth. I didn’t feel shy. I was emboldened by the sudden knowledge that she wanted me. And her bombshell had triggered a sense of abandon too. If it was our last night, who would find out about us, what friendship was I risking? What did it matter? So our naive, unstructured kissing intensified. My tongue pulled out of Nitasha’s mouth, but she remained insistent. Her tongue ran over my lips, covering them with saliva. I licked back, our tongues ...

... clashing outside our mouths; slipping off each other and crashing against lips, cheek and nose. My hand skirted down Nitasha’s back, travelling over the contours of her t-shirt until I reached the bare skin of her lower back. It was covered in perspiration. My hand slid down further until it paused at the top of the crack of her bum. She wasn’t wearing any underwear either. As I touched her, her hand was making the same journey down my back, and she cupped my bum in her hand. My hand now moved upwards over her hot, clammy skin, but this time underneath her t-shirt, pushing it upwards until it was caught under her armpits. After a pause – was it indecision? – Nitasha pulled her arm in, then wiggled her t-shirt over her head. She put her lips back against mine and her hand tugged upwards at my top, pulling it over my head. We were both naked. My hand ran down her bare back again, following her spine’s river of perspiration. One of us – maybe it was both of us – kicked off the duvet, so we lay open against each other. The light was still strong enough for me to look down and see the contrast between our bodies, my pale left calf on top of her dark legs. Still kissing, Nitasha pushed my shoulder back gently, so I was facing the ceiling again. She raised her face and her mouth moved down my neck, gentle licks on my perspiring skin. She moved her legs over mine and then sat up slightly. She looked beautiful. In the half-light she spoke for the first time since she’d kissed me. But it ...