In the world when the pandemic was creating havoc, I was having the best time of my life. How? The answer lies in these series of publications I will post my on this website in the next few weeks or months, depending on my schedule.
Where shall I begin? Let’s start from the beginning. Before we dive into the story, let me introduce myself. I’m Krish, a 28-year-old guy from Hyderabad living in the united states and having the time of his life in the sexual department.
It all started in 2020, the year covid hit the USA, and companies moved to WFH.
Time: 10.30 am on the 13th of March 2020. Coincidentally it was a Friday. As I was indulging in my work, I got a notification on slack, which I ignored for a while.
After a while, I got a message from Trisha, my American-born Indian colleague. She had recently moved from my team to a different one.
T – Hey Krish, how are you doing? Do you want to join me for lunch today?
Me – Hey Trish, doing good. It’s been a long time. Yeah, sure, let me know the time and place, and I’ll meet you in the lobby.
T – Sounds good. Let’s meet at noon in the lobby.
Me – Great, see you soon.
We meet and start walking towards the decided restaurant at the designated time. As we were walking, we started talking. The pandemic has deserted this busy street. We reach our destination.
A location known for its ridiculously long wait times was sparsely occupied at any point in the day, a sight I never expected to witness.
We quickly settled in our allocated restaurant corner, skimming through the menu. We ordered the food. Now, as we were waiting, I struck the conversation this time.
Me – Hey, is everything okay? You look kind of worried or tense.
T – What? No, no, yeah, everything is fine.
Me – You sure?
T – Well, actually, no! I have something that I want to discuss with you.
Me (Inner voice) – (As expected, else why would she want to have lunch with me, duh!)
After a long pause, then she resumes.
T – I don’t know how you would react to this. I hope your reaction is not extreme.
Me (Inner voice) – Woah! She is scaring me even before spilling the beans. Damn! What must have gone downhill so bad, huh?
The confused look on my face didn’t give her much confidence. Then, finally, she spoke and what followed next out of her mouth was beyond my wildest imagination.
T – First things first, I don’t want this to affect our relationship, and second of all, do not discuss this with anyone.
“Don’t worry, and I’m writing this with her consent.”
Me – Okay.
Trisha fidgets with her hands, looks into my eyes, and spilt out what made her restless.
T – So Krish, You know I’m single, right?
I nodded my head in acceptance.
T – But, I wish to confess that I was sexually active despite being single.
Me (Inner voice) – Wow, Now that’s something new.
T – Well, casual flings, one-night stands, FWB, college orgy parties, sorority parties. I was a pretty active participant.
Those words made my pupils dilate and increased my hearing capabilities. I processed multifold that I could even hear her breathe, anticipating what might come next to her.
T – But it’s been a pretty dry phase for me for the last 11 months (she is a recent grad). Nothing is happening, which has started to bother me.
She continued in a low tone. I stare at her as she struggles to complete.
T – So, I want to ask you… if you… you would be int… interested in having a sexual relationship with me.
Those last few words just rushed out of her with eyes wide open with curiosity. Then, before I could gather my thoughts and give a reply, she resumed.
T – The reason I am confessing this and asking you for help is many. The primary one is you helping me out at work anonymously time and again, making my life pretty easy at work.
I nod my head again, agreeing and remembering that epic number of mishaps. I had to save her, and how I sometimes had to pull all night.
T – Also, I know you have a crush on me, and also, you are the only single guy I know in this city (she moved here just for her work). You are single, right?
T – Krish, are you? Hello?
That breaks my chain of thoughts and snaps me back into reality. First, I chuckled at that statement, which showed signs of concern on Trisha’s cute little face. Then, trying to hide the smile, I say, “Yes, I’m single.” A sign of relief is seen on her face, overtaken by curiosity as I haven’t answered or reacted yet.
Meanwhile, our food is served, and we indulge in it. This gave me time to gather my thoughts, and that’s when I started my side of the conversation.
Me – Okay, that’s a lot, no, not the food. I meant what I just heard. First of all, thanks for trusting me. Second of all, thanks for being honest and open.
Me – Now, coming to your question, I love sex and am always in for it, but there are a few things I want to put out there right at the start so that we can be on the same page.
Seeing a ray of positivity from my end, she was more than in for a conversation.
T- Yeah, sure, that sounds good for me. Let them out. We can resolve them one by one and move ahead.
Seeing her enthusiasm, I smiled and continued.
Me – Great.
First, is this a one-time event or something we will be having again and again?Second, what are your expectations out of this relationship?Third, the do’s and don’t of the relationship?Fourth, I am also calling it a relationship, maybe not the traditional style one, but what’re your thoughts?
Just not to bore you guys, there were a couple of more questions I have asked her in this first draft of issues that I had. The responses for these are as follows.
T – Wow, you have way too many concerns than even I do. Let me answer them in the order you asked for. That might make it easy.
T- I don’t know if it’s one-time or repetitive as it depends on various factors, which I guess you are aware of.
T – I would be happy to call this FWB, not interfere in each other’s lives, and keep it as minimalistic as possible.
T – Do’s and don’t. So we can chat more and get to know them.
T – This is a relationship, and as I mentioned, it’s FWB, not a couple’s one.
In that manner, we completed our conversation and lunch. Paid and started walking back. We exchanged our numbers, thoughts, likes, and dislikes regarding sexual acts. We learned a lot about each other’s tastes.
Time: 3.30 pmWe get an email saying we can sign out early if we want, and from Monday, it’s WFH for the coming two weeks. At that moment, I get a message from Trisha on my mobile.
T – Hey, wanna come over to my place? (She lives alone in an apartment)
Me – Sure, I need to make a quick stop in between. Is that fine with you?
T – Condoms?
Me – (embarrassed emoji) Yeah, an excellent educated guess.
T – Flavored and dotted, there is CVS on our way to the subway, just saying (wink emoji)
Me – See you in five.
I pack and leave for CVS, where I grab two packets of 12-count condoms and meet her at the station.
Meeting her at the station, we were waiting to board the train. Once on the train, we initially stared at each other and gave awkward smiles, but eventually, we started a conversation.
Once at her place, I make myself comfortable on the couch while she offers me a coke tin. The throw makes the tin fizz, and when I open it, the coke blasts on me, making us burst into laughter. So I thought to myself, “pretty good ice breaker, huh?”
So I rush to the washroom and clean myself up. But, unfortunately, in the process, I make my clothes wet. March is just the start of spring, so the temperatures are not so great yet. That indicates I need to switch from these wet clothes ASAP to stay warm.
Just skimming through what I have written till now, I see that I haven’t described how either of us looks. So let me give you a brief description of ourselves.
Let’s start with me. Indeed, I stand six+ feet tall, well built, with a beautiful smile. I have a pair of hands that help me give immense pleasure to the lady I’m with. I also have a cheeky tongue and a decent-sized tool to amplify my pleasure-giving ability.
Now about the beauty to be deflowered at the height of 5 feet 2 inches, she is a proud owner of a 34’s pair. While that’s not all she can be proud of, the bottom is also an equally stunning pair of 34. Making it an asymmetrical masterpiece in the side-view, only to be disturbed by the stomach pouch.
Moving on with the proceedings. So, as I was wet, I asked for something to change into. The only logically reasonable answer and attire available was the bathrobe, which covered most of me.
Standing there in Trisha’s bathrobe made me feel awkward but also horny. So what to do? Such things are always good dick risers.
As I come out of the bedroom, I see her walking hastily with her hands clasped around a glass of water. As she sees me, an awkward smile leaves her lips, which I return with a smile of my own.
Walking toward her, I knew I had the arduous task of kick-starting what I was here for, but I didn’t know how to do it.
The best I could think of was walking towards my bag, picking up the packet of condoms, dropping my bathrobe, and standing stark naked in front of her.
Scheming that in my mind, I walk past her as she utters, “Your clothes are in the dryer.” I smiled gently and stood there looking at her calm child-like face. Her cuteness made me involuntarily hold her head and kiss her cheek.
Not expecting this move from me, she stood there like a dummy. In contrast, I move into a full-body hug as my kisses spanned across her face, excluding the lips, over the cheeks, eyes, forehead, chin, and nose.
When I was done kissing most of her face, I could feel her lips shivering. Loosening my grip on her, I say,” Not a bad start. I’m wet. You are hard.”Hearing this, she bursts into laughter, almost spilling the water again on me. That kiss calmed our nerves and made it easy to proceed further.
Slowly, we moved into the bedroom and sat on the bed, but awkwardness crept in again. I remembered that the condoms were in the living room during this waiting game, so I got up to get them. Me walking out made Trisha confused but seeing me back in an instant with the condoms snapped something in her.
Trisha jumped up from the bed and rushed towards me, hugged me, and kissed me. That was the first lip lock we ever had, where she was struggling to match her lips onto mine (height issue, folks).
Understanding her struggle, I lifted her, dropping the packet from my hand and getting her head equal to mine. At the same time, our lips thanked me as they got more real estate to play with.
Sucking on those juicy lips of hers started my journey of ours. Kissing deep, pushing my tongue to the deepest corners of Trisha’s mouth, and allowing her tongue to explore my mouth, the teeth clinging, tongues being bitten, lips being pulled and bitten. We were not leaving any leaves unturned.
I started moving towards the bed with her clung to my body and lips stuck to each other. Slowly I drop her down onto the bed, breaking our kiss.
Stepping back from her, I disrobed myself and stood naked in front of my colleague. Even though it felt strange, it was exciting at the same time. I stood in front of her with a hard precum oozing dick pointing at her.
Slowly I walked toward her. As I got close, I could see her eyes dilate with excitement and her glare moving towards my dick at a reachable height. The moment my dick reached it, she held it and pulled it towards her face like a kid pulled their toy and started kissing it, making me weak in my knees.
The kisses eventually turned into warm slurpy sucking. Taking my whole shaft in her mouth, licking my precum, and blowing the rod is a treat to the eye. Looked down at her mouth, swallowing my dick, and her hands trying to hold it as her mouth moved quickly over the tip.
Sucking my dick, deep throating it, and shagging me along the process, Trisha made me cum, and boy, I shot a huge load. To my surprise, she drank it all, but since the quantity was high, some did spill out.
Moaning loud and going weak in my knees, I hold on to her shoulders as I eject the last few drops of my cum into her mouth. Looking at me, Trisha wipes her lips as I smile at her for what just happened, and she reciprocates it.
I bend and kiss her cum tainted lips and taste a bit of my cum before pushing her over onto the bed and moving my hands to explore her body. I carry her top up and above her shoulders and remove it in the process.
That’s the first time I see my colleague’s boobs clad in a cream-coloured bra. Seeing them in such proximity makes me even hornier. I start to squeeze them as I continue kissing her lips, exploring the internals of her mouth.
While biting her tongue and pushing mine into her mouth, I got a grip of the hooks and unhooked the bra. I remove the bra in a swift motion and watch my colleague’s naked, brown nipple 34-sized boobs for the first time.
Breaking the kiss, I make my way down to those boobs, handling them and pressing them against each other I try to kiss both the nipples at once, making her moan in pleasure.
Moving my concentration onto one boob, I started sucking and kissing the area while squeezing and caressing the other one. Biting the nipple while trying to suck it and lick it, I enjoyed my time with the magnificent creations. Alternating between them, I left them red as I moved further south.
That’s it for this one folk. Hope you enjoyed it. Please leave your feedback and comments at and stay tuned for part 2. You can also read here.