This was when I was in eleventh standard. I was 16, and very high on hormones. There was a very, very hot girl in my class. Her name was Ishita. Her complexion was an exquisite blend of caramel and chocolate. Her body was consummately voluptuous and merely looking at her ever created a tumescence between my legs.
I had known her for quite long, but we were not really much in contact. I was ever occupied with my gang of male friends, and never had the time for romance. I never even thought of it.
But I turned sixteen, and my hormones got the better of me.
It was her birthday one day, but she was not dressed in a civil dress. Probably, the thrill accompanying the donning of a civil dress had withered away. She was in her uniform: a shirt, tie and skirt. Her shirt had a brazen bulge, owing to her well-developed breasts. She was seductively beauteous. I was already feeling a powerful struggle ensuing in my full pant. I somehow kept it repressed.
After the school was over, I went over to her home. I was delighted to see that her parents were out. The possibilities were maddeningly gladdening and I could not stop letting my imagination fly wild.
I rang her bell. She opened the door. She had not yet changed her uniform, just the way I had not. I asked her about the absence of her parents. She replied that her parents had to, on account of an unforeseen emergency, proceed to a city where her uncle resided.
I assured her that although the absence of her parents had proven unfortunate, my presence might be propitious. I presented to her the rose I had brought for her and wished her, in all her earnest, a happy birthday. She felt delighted.
I suddenly moved forward, caught her in a warm embrace and kissed her lips. I took care not to move my hands away from her waist towards her bottom. I did not want to come across as desperate.
I broke the kiss. She was stunned. I looked into her eyes and immediately began, “I am not here to take advantage of you. I can give you a much better gift, but it would only be when your own volition prepares you for it.”
I moved my left hand once over her forehead and hair lovingly, and said, “I am not scared of revealing my true feelings. I just waited for an opportune moment to confess it to you. I just happened to feel butterflies in my stomach once I saw you enter my class on our eleventh grade commencement day. Is it love? Probably. I always felt your presence to be a powerful, positive force. Never before have I felt it, although we have known each other for so long. Today happens to be that opportune day, Ishita. It is your birthday. Do you know why it is special? It is because this world was blessed with a wonderful soul like you. I am flattered to have known you. Do you think your personal acts of kindness towards the kids at the nearby orphanage are not known to me? I have seen you over there on so many occasions that I have lost count, even when you took special care to not let it be known to anyone. Do not worry. I respect your volition, and I will keep it a secret. I could express all this only through a kiss. I had no words, really. It is probably the charge running through me after kissing these tender lips of yours, that I could find the words to express this tumultuous storm of thoughts.” Saying so, I moved a step back, and looked down, slowly stealing glances at her.