FIRST LOVE

By Sahebji

They were walking in the meadow. Both were young, very young. She was 12, 
pretty and innocent. He was 16, strong and handsome. They were laughing, 
playing and dancing in the meadows. 

The sun was setting. A cool breeze was caressing the grass. They were happy, 
happy to be together. They sit down in a shady spot to catch their breath and 
watch the setting sun. He faces her. She looks up to him. He says something to 
her. She blushes and lowers her eyes. He takes her face in his hands and kisses 
her tenderly on the lips. She closes her eyes, enjoying his tender show of 
affection. 

He gets bolder. He kisses her harder and more passionately. Oh, what is he 
doing she thinks. Why is he is trying to force his tongue into my mouth? At first 
she resists but when their tongues meet. She likes it. They kiss wildly sucking 
each other’s tongues and lips. 

She feels his hand on her small mounts, tenderly caressing and squeezing them. 
No, no he shouldn’t do that I must stop him, but it feels so nice. Stop him. Stop 
him now says her mind. Let him continue what harm he can do. It feels so nice 
counters her body. I will stop him when the right time comes, she promises 
herself. 

He presses her down on her back. They lie kissing. She savoring the new 
feelings with her eyes closed. 

Suddenly she feels his mouth on her bare skin. She opens her eyes. She finds 
he has opened her blouse and laid her breasts bare. He is kissing her hard 
pointed pink nipples. What is he going to do? 

Suddenly he takes one of them in his mouth and starts to suck it like a baby? 
Why is doing this doesn’t he know that there is no milk in my bubbies. 

Stop him now, before it is too late, advises her mind. I have never felt such 
wonderful sensation before. Please, let him continue for some more time pleads 
her body. She closes her eyes to enjoy this new sensation. 

What is happening? My thighs have become wet, but why? How? Her mind 
seeks an answer. 

He has not touched them. While still struggling for an answer she feels the cool 
breeze hitting her thighs. Oh my God! He has lifted my skirt. He is looking at my 
nakedness with lust in his eyes. 

The thought that he was looking at her nakedness, which she had concealed 
from the gaze of everyone for years, made her blush. What is he doing? 
He has pushed my panties aside. Oh! He is bending towards m...my ‘shame’. 

My God! He is kissing me there. No, no don’t kiss me there. It is not right. 
Suddenly she felt his tongue flicking between her lower lips. Don’t do that it is 
dirty. Oh! It feels sooooo nice. Enjoy yourself as long as you can her body tells 
her. 

Get off me. No, I don’t want it. This is what she wanted to tell him as she felt him 
on top of her but no words came. He has separated my legs and his fingers are 
fumbling down there. What is he looking for? He has now separated the lower 
lips. Oh Lord! He is looking for m…my…my…Stop him! He shouldn’t! Oh he 
mustn’t! I tell you. 

This is your last chance otherwise it will be too late shouts her mind. But she 
couldn’t hear it any more. Oh, oh he has found my… What is this warm feeling? 
Oh! He has placed his hardness on my shame. It is pressing for entry? It is his 
manhood. 

Stop! Stop please! Stop I don’t want you to do this, she cried, beating her fists on 
his broad chest but again the words died deep in her throat and no sound came 
to her lips. It was already too late. 

She had waited too long. 

He pressed in. Oh, it is going inside me. How can his big thing enter my small…? 
Before she realizes the swollen head of his hard member enters her virgin body. 
Oww, it hurt. It is so big and thick. He will surely tear my body in two. I will die. 
She made another last-ditch effort to stop him. 

Please let me go she begged and struggled trying to dislodge him. All this did not 
make any impression on him. He was mad with lust. Then comes a merciless 
push. His hardness moves into her. 

‘AAAAAAAYYYYYIIIIEEEE,’ she cries. She felt something inside her being 
stretched and then rendered, followed by excruciating pain.

She begged and pleaded with him to let her go but in answer he only shoved 
again and again till he was fully inside her. My God! He is inside me now. Thank 
God! I am still alive. The fires of pain were still burning inside her. Tears were 
flowing freely from her eyes. Was it because of the pain she felt or was it a small 
tribute to her virginity, now a thing of the past? 

What is he doing? Pushing in and out but why? Why does he not leave me now? 
He has achieved what he wanted. 

Please let me go she said but this was only wishful thinking, as it was not to be. 
He continued to push himself in and out of her. She was confused the fires of 
pain were dying out. A different type of fire was replacing them, the fire of 
pleasure and rising passion. 

She closed her eyes to live this new feeling more completely. Yes, yes this new 
feeling was very pleasant. Increasing with every in and out stroke of his big 
member.

Why does he not move faster? Yes, faster and harder, she wanted to shout. The 
intensity of her feelings was about to reach its pinnacle. She felt a sense of 
urgency in her. 

To hurry it up she raised her bottoms to meet his downward stroke only to be 
pushed back as he smacked into her. She tried again and again. His strokes had 
become faster and harder. Yes, yes, go on like this. Hit me, hit me harder. 

The level of her reservoir was rising. It was nearly full, ready to overflow at any 
moment now. His strokes got faster and shorter. Her breath was now coming in 
gasps. She was panting and moaning loudly. 

Then suddenly she felt jets of a warm liquid being squirted into her body. At this 
very moment her dam broke and her juices started to flow. There was no 
stopping them. 

She came. She came in torrents, like a stream flowing down a mountain in the 
rainy season. She just lay under him with her eyes closed, panting and moaning, 
enjoying this intense sensation, she was feeling for the first time in her life. 

She opened her eyes and looked at his face bathed in sweat. She kissed him 
tenderly murmuring words of love in his ears. She had already forgotten all the 
pain she had endured and remembered only the pleasure he had given her body 
today. 

Today was her ‘first time’ but it will definitely not be the last time. She looked at 
the setting sun. There will be a tomorrow and another tomorrow and yet another 
tomorrow………..

The end

Dear friends, 

Love, is many a splendor thing, especially one’s first love. Hope you enjoyed it as 
they did. 

In this short piece I have tried to catch the thoughts of an innocent young girl, 
who for the ‘first time’ experiences the pleasure of physical love. 

Have I succeeded? Do tell me at sahebji70@yahoo.com. I would appreciate it. 
Till then, take care. 

Yours,

 Saheb Sahebji

SAY NO TO CASUAL SEX WITHOUT CONDOMS. HELP FIGHT AIDS.