It was a cool september day, and I had just turned 15. For my birthday, I had gotten some makeup, a couple T-shirts, and a condom as a joke from my ol...er brother, joking around that I'd be having sex soon. Which I thought was never going to happen for a long time, I was 15, and had only had one boyfriend, and the farthest we had gone in 6 months was me giving him a handjob. I wasn't sure what it was, but something about having someone else's hot, sweaty body against mine, having another mans. Please don’t ask me that.Kavita: Fine. But, tell me, is there anybody you wish to have sex with?Kartik: What?Kavita: Anyone from college? Or wait! I never asked you this. Do you have a girlfriend? You would definitely want to be on the bed with her.Kartik: Do we really need to talk about this, Mom? Please!Kavita: Fine. It’s okay, then. I was only trying to say you can imagine me to be her. I mean, you can just think you are penetrating somebody you always wanted. I thought that would help. He reached for her hand and kissed it. “It’s been a pleasure.” She smiled. “Same here.”Kuntal, without hesitation, drove the full length of his dark shaft down between her silky thighs. Amishi wrapped her arms and legs around her New Young Lover, savoring the feeling of his strong, young manhood within her. Kuntal lowered himself to his elbows and pressed his firm chest against Her sensitive nipples. They kissed hungrily, while Amishi’s tight, slippery channel gripped Suresh’s long cock as it. Just one night with the old man, and her life would change forever. Being a team leader at the age of 22 is no joke.Her job profile and exposure would do wonders for her career. On top of that, Angad would be gone too. Though she liked him, his gifts, and his dick, all this came with a price. She had to live on her boss’s terms all this time.Finally, she’d be truly independent and live her life on her own. As for her sexual needs, she knew many men would die to sleep with her, so that was not.