This marks the beginning of the repost of parts 1 through 25 of "My Story." It has been a very long time since the 25th part of this story was posted.  A lot had transpired between then and now which I will refrain from elucidating.  I apologize for the inordinate gap that some of the readers have found rather "cruel".  Lately I have received a handful of letters encouraging me to continue with the story.  After a lot of thought, I have decided to finish this one.  So, here are the reposts (with revisions in some), leading up to the conclusion of what I endearingly call the "Book One" of "My Story".

The "prologues" to each part, as they appeared in the original posts, have not been deleted in the repost.  I thought they had become very much a part of the chronicle.

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Dear Readers, This part of the ongoing story of my life is being re-submitted.  Thanks to some very enthusiastic readers, I received feed-backs regarding the numerous spelling mistakes and other editorial oversights.  The reason it has taken me this long to post the second part is that I wanted to make sure similar atrocities were avoided.   The editing took too long partly due to my busy schedule, and partly due to the "nature" of the story.  I also realize that some news readers and/or email softwares have had difficulty in preserving the format of my submission, and I apologize for the inconvenience.  To those, I take this liberty to suggest that they download the story from the asstr archive and read it in a regular word processor.  Thank you again for the interest in My Story.  Please bear with me.  This is a long one. 

My Story (part 1)

The story I am about to pen down is largely true.  However, there would be some fantasy in it – the ones that have been part of my, our, sex life.  I have always been rather taken with sex... as far back as I can remember! My first memory of satisfaction is that of me masturbating one night in the privacy of my own room.  I come from a rather well-to-do middle class family from India.  Not many of my friends had rooms of their own as kids, but I did.  My parents were part of an extended family.  My dad was the oldest of three brothers.  Our family home, which still stands in the northern part of the city, has three floors, and we -  meaning my parents, my two brothers and I - occupied the third.  Each floor has five rooms, including a common family room and while I had one room to myself, my two older brothers shared another.  That night in question, I was having trouble falling asleep.  I was reading a magazine where there was this short translation of a Victorian erotica.  I am not sure if that was my first exposure, but it surely had made me very horny.  I was probably around thirteen then...

      I remember touching myself between my legs and discovering the slippery substance literally oozing out.  I am not sure if I should have been concerned, but inserting two of my fingers inside had felt so good that I had continued to make the fingers travel in and out... in and out... in and out... Oh! Even as I write this, the mere memory of that first conscious act makes me want to do it now...

      Anyway, that was probably the beginning of my sexual awakening, and I never stopped since.  I have needed it to put myself to sleep every night.  It was probably not long after that that I accidentally brought somebody else into the very private area of my life. 

      It was during one of those innumerable festivities that our extended family liked to host.  Our house — as big as it might have been -- was packed with people.   My cousins, uncles, aunts, and their not-so-distant relatives, were all made to feel welcome on those occassions.  Those couple of days in question were no exception.   Our home was teeming with relatives.

       It was a very joyful time and, for about two days (I was amazed to realize later), I had not gratified myself.  I was busy during the days and was tired enough at night to fall asleep without the help of my fingers.  Most of our relatives left on the third day before supper.  Among those that did not was my cousin, Debi, who - along with some of the other cousins, was sharing the room with me.  She is a little older than me; about sixteen then.  And she was one of the most beautiful of persons I have known till today.  Not gorgeous in the usual sense, but with an aura of beauty and attractiveness about her that made all the boys stare at her with lust.  One of our distant cousins even ventured to flirt with her whenever he got the chance in those couple of days that he was our guest. 

      I was in my usual mode the following night.  Debi was sleeping beside me on my bed, which was just wide enough for the two of us.  The other cousins that shared my room had all left.  I was reading a short novel that had a few paragraphs with description of love-making between the lead character and his mistress.  It would not cause such arousal today but, for my adolescent fourteen-year-old brain, that was plenty.  My juices started flowing and pretty soon I could feel the thin fabric of the panties at my crotch sticking to my skin down there.

      I looked at my cousin; she seemed to be sound asleep.  So, I gently put the book down and turned the table lamp off.  The semi-darkness of the room served to heighten my arousal.  I turned on my side, facing away from Debi, and gently folded my legs at the knees to a fetal position.  I pulled the front of my night dress up and, with my left hand, reached between my legs, parting the thin, soaked, divider at the crotch of my panties.  I inserted my index and the middle into my slippery recess and wiggled around for a few seconds.  I then pulled them out and, using the wetness, started gently rubbing the swollen seat of excitement, the little button, with those two fingers in a vertical motion.  I did not realize how long I had been doing that, but I froze instantly when I felt a warm hand on my then almost bare bottom...

"What do you think you are doing?" Debi whispered in my ears, her tone more naughty than threatening.  I was mortified, nonetheless.  I turned my head around towards her and tried to explain that I was just itching my thighs. 

That explanation couldn't have been very convincing, for I could hear her chuckle under her breath.

"That was a long itch, wasn't it?" Debi's hand was on my shoulder, "Watching you, I have started to itch too," she said in a monotone, like a matter-of fact statement.  By then, her lower belly was pressed firmly against my buttocks.  I felt the warmth of her body.  I didn't speak.

       Debi started to gyrate her hips, as if trying to rub her belly against my buttocks.  I was totally at a loss for several seconds that seemed like an eternity.  My heart was pounding and I did not know if it was from fear and embarrassment or from Debi's excitement adding to mine.  My indecision did not prevail too long. 

      Debi put her left arm around me.  Her hand found the few buttons on my dress-front and undid them.  She caressed my small breasts lightly... they were small, really small.  Yet, they took in her touch with eagerness, my tiny nipples stiffening under her palm.  Soon, I became aware of Debi's nipples against my back, between my shoulder blades.  They felt harder than mine, and bigger.  At sixteen, Debi had a fuller body. 

      My head was turned towards Debi, our warm breaths mingling.  She said, "Sharmila, how long have you been doing it?"

"Doing what?" I hedged.  I guess I had not yet gotten over my initial bewilderment.

"O, c'mon...” cupping one of my breasts tightly, and giving it a squeeze, Debi almost chided me under her breath, "you know what I am talking about.  So, how long have you been doing it?"

"Oh, I don't know" I replied, "quite some time now...”

"Did anybody teach you?"

"You're kidding, right?" I was truly surprised at that question, "who would teach me... ?" These things, I thought came naturally to a girl. 

"I am horny too, you know" Debi's embrace had grown tighter, "want to do it with me?" Horny is a purely English word that has no equivalent in my language, but it describes adequately what she had said... I think.  To be honest, I don't remember what word she had used that first night, but I remember that it was a word my vocabulary had lacked and, that the mere novelty of that slang had added to my excitement.

"Mmmmm, yeah", I was in no state to turn down an invitation of that sort – boy or girl.  What followed was, for me, an hour of extreme pleasure. 

      Debi got up from the bed, checked the door and made sure it was locked from inside.  When she got back, I was lying flat on my back, with my legs squeezed tightly together, caressing my breasts with both hands.  I was trying to derive the same pleasure Debi had afforded me a short while back.  It was nice, but that was the first time I realized that somebody else's hands do a far better job than your own... at least on certain parts of your body.  It, of course, made very little sense then. 

      Debi stood beside the bed, looking at me, and took her kaameez off.   Underneath she had nothing to hold her full, well rounded, breasts.  In the moonlight that was sneaking in boldly through the open window, her breasts glistened with the slight hint of perspiration.  She tugged at the cords that held her salwaar, and the loose fitting cotton pants fell to the floor. 

      She was not wearing anything under that either! Her pubic hairs were thick, forming a well-defined triangle under the flat belly and between a pair of gorgeously slender thighs.  I instantly idolized her figure.  "Exquisite" did not fully describe it.   Every part of the body seemed perfectly placed and shaped.  I never before seen another woman's body like that, and, before that night, never had thought about mine either.  That was the night that made me aware of my own budding femininity beyond my routine sexual gratifications. 

      I could not explain why, but Debi's nudity aroused me more.  Even at fourteen, I was not aware of anything other than the fact that sex feels good.  Hetero- or homosexuality had little significance in that gratification.  So, when I look back now, I understand why I felt aroused.  It was my cousin's free approach and the offer of "doing it together.".  No more, no less.  When it came to sex, I have been rather free-spirited ever since.  However, I almost never feel fulfilled "doing it" with complete strangers or a person I don't feel affection for.  Debi was one of my favorite cousins.  I called her Moni-di. 

      Debi stepped out of the heap of her salwaar and crawled up into the bed beside me.  My night shirt was already bunched up around my waist, and my small breasts were bare through the front of the shirt.  I still had my panties on. 

"Take these off, won't you!" She slipped my panties off my legs even as she spoke. 

"Do you think I will ever get breasts like yours, Moni-di?" I said. 

"You will, if you massage them," Debi said, and then giggled under her breath, "or have them massaged regularly."

"Yeah...” I said nervously.  I knew what she meant, but I also knew that it was not easy finding somebody that would massage them.  At that moment I was anxiously awaiting my older cousin's next move. 

      Debi parted my thighs and lightly touched me across my peach fuzz.  Her fingers brushed the opening of my wet slit.  My whole body went tense with pleasure.   I parted my thighs more in anticipation.  She got the cue and became more deliberate with her hand.  After cupping my mons with the palm of her hand she gently inserted a slender finger into me. 

"Wow...” she exclaimed under her breath, "you really are horny... my god, I don't think I get so wet... mmmm."

I had nothing to say, other than my own "Mmmmmmm." Her finger felt heavenly in there. 

      She started to finger-fuck me slowly, moving her digit in and out in a slightly circular motion.  Then she leaned forward and kissed me on my lips, her finger still carrying on what it started.  It was insipid -- my first kiss - that too from my cousin.  And I did not feel anything then.  We still have good laughs talking about it.  I think she felt my lack of enthusiasm at that first kiss of my life, and did not dwell there any longer.  Her head moved down to my chest and she started to lick my tiny hard nipples.  As if instinctively, I arched my back and grabbed her head closer to my aching nipples.  She bit them lightly and guided one of my hands to her crotch. 

      She did not have to show me what to do.  I ran my fingers through her silken curly bush and found my target.  It was twice the size of my own pea! I collected some of Debi's slippery juice from her cunt and, lubricating her swollen stiff clit with it, started stroking it.  Her hips started undulating. Keeping her own finger inside my overflowing cave, she used her thumb to pleasure me at my clitoris. 

      I raised my hips from the bed and we matched each other's rhythm.  She then stretched out beside me; her left thigh across my lower belly, her left hand working between my legs without losing a beat.  I momentarily had to let go of her cunt, but quickly established contact with my left hand.  I was still lying on my back.  I started rubbing her clitoris with my middle finger, her own juice providing a continuous lubrication.  I reached around with my right hand and started to cup and massage Debi's breasts. 

"Ohhhh!... yes... yes... yes...” Debi cooed into my ears, "do it... yes... feels good... doesn't it Sharmila?"

"Yessss... Yessss... Yessss" I hissed back in rhythm with our joint gyrations. 

"I am ready...” Debi started whispering, "I can't stand it... I'm ready... yesssss... oooooh... nnnnnghhh... Sharmila ..."

"Noooo...” I almost cried out...”Not now... Moni-di... No... No... No...” the rhythm still intact.  I was not ready to abandon this pleasure just yet... I wanted to prolong it for the rest of the night... I wanted it to last till I died ...

"Oooh... Sharmila... you... are... so... naughty... ." my older cousin panted back.  She understood, intuitively, what I wanted.  She panted in my ear, "OK... then... slow down... yess... don't... don't rub mine any more ..." Instantly I withdrew my hand from Moni-di's crotch.  She gasped again, this time in frustration, "No... Nooooo... keep... it... there ..." and tried to recapture my hand with her thighs.        Confused, utterly confused, I obeyed and let my hand rest between her thighs, just under her moist opening, my fingers a hair away from her clit.  I was eager to touch her there... my own being very slowly and gently massaged by my cousin's fingers.  Sensing that I was trying to get to it again, she parted her thighs and went back to the earlier position of having one across my belly. 

      I touched it with my two fingers very lightly and could feel it throb.  She dug her fingers inside me even deeper, as if to try and prevent her own climax. 

      Through all that though, I had not stopped rocking my hips.  Moni-di was simply pressing down on my pleasure-button while continuing to slowly finger-fuck me.  I was controlling my own pace of deriving the pleasure from her hand.  Pretty clever for a relatively novice of fourteen, don't you think? My spouse thinks so! He was impressed beyond his wits the first day we made love.  I drove him crazy with anticipation and with the way I used his whole body to pleasure myself.  Our sex life never ever slowed down since that first day.  But, let us not get ahead of ourselves.

      Debi was already covered with a thin film of perspiration and my shirt was getting soaked too.  So, she let go of me for a moment.  I sat up on the bed, and she pulled the shirt off me over my head.  We were now both naked.  Sitting up, she embraced me, and our breasts flattened against each other's.  I could feel her stiff nipples trying to stand up against my small breasts.  Debi looked into my eyes and planted a full kiss on my lips.  This time it was so very different that I shuddered!  I never had any idea that a simple kiss could make one's cunt throb inside, but that was what happened.  I was left breathless when Debi removed her lips.  It was not even a deep one.  Debi had confessed later that that was her first kiss too, and she only knew that a kiss was supposed to be with the lips.  Needless to say, we perfected our techniques over the years and both of us have benefited from our early teenage explorations.

      We kissed and kissed and kissed, till our lips ached.  With each one, we discovered a little more about it.  Through all that, while the urgency down below between our thighs was no longer burning, our kisses grew more and more passionate.  Our bodies were tingling with each other’s passion, as if each of us could feel the sexual energy of the other through our moist skins.  That night, we already discovered how unimportant climaxing was in love-making.  Debi told me later that she had also masturbated towards orgasm as fast she could... till that night.  We abandoned the bed and rolled around on the floor never letting each other go.  Our legs intertwined, the seats of our passion were rubbing against each other’s thighs, sending slow shock waves through our bodies.  Another half-hour had passed.  I do not remember what all we did, except that I had a feeling of melding with Debi's body. 

      She was too excited to want to hold off much longer.  Without any word, she turned me over on my back.  The cool cemented floor against my back did little to take the heat away from my naked, perspiring, body.  Debi lay her body on top of me and guided one of my hands between our bellies and to her cunt.  I started rubbing her clit vigorously while she once again inserted two of her finger into me and resumed doing me.  Our mutual frenzy manifested itself in the urgency with which we were bringing each other to the ultimate moment.  Strangely, though, climaxing was still no longer the immediate goal to either of us.  It was our mutual satisfaction that pervaded our thoughts:

"Oh... Oh... Oh... Sharmila... want to come?" panted Debi. 

"Yesss... Yessss... Yesssssss... Oh, yessss...” I replied with no less an ardor, "You? Moni-di? Do you want it now?"

"Oh... sweet Sharmi... yes... ahhhhgh... yessss...” she doubled the speed of her fingers, and her thumb attacked my clit with a renewed vigor, "Do it... yesss...  nnnnnnngg... my God... too much... ooooof... ."

      My hand picked up her tempo and, clutching her with my other free hand around her back, I used all my fingers to rub her across her entire opening.  I could feel my juice wetting the floor under my buttocks.  Debi's were flowing freely down my hand and across my wrist.  Both our hands were making slurping noise between our legs.  I came first. 

"Yessss... happening... Moni-di... Oh... Oh... Oh... yesss... aaaaarrgh... my God...nnnnnnngh...” I almost let out a shout when Debi muffled my pleasure cries by putting her palm across my mouth.  And she came... trying to suppress her own cries that rolled out like loud whimpers, "yeah... oh... yessss... Sharmi... sweet... nnnnnnnnn.... yeahnnnnng... ."

      She slumped on me, both our bodies limp from the extreme pleasure.  My cunt was still throbbing with her two fingers inside, and Debi pointed that out with a suppressed giggle,

"Wow... Sharmi... you are still pumping my fingers... you not done yet?"

"I am done all right" I replied lazily, "that has never happened before, I mean when I do it myself"

"I know what you mean..." Debi sat up on me, holding my hand there and guiding my fingers into her, "feel it... I am doing the same thing...”

She was indeed!

      We woke up next morning sprawled on the floor as naked as we were when we dozed off from exhaustion that followed the hour-long pleasure.  It was Moni-di who frantically woke me up by poking me on the side and whispering in my ears...

"Hey... Sharmi... wake up...”

      I heard the knocks on the door even as I was coming out of my sleep! I looked at the wall-clock in my room... it was already eight in the morning.  We never slept past seven in our household. 

"We'll be right out...” I shouted in my sleepy voice. 

      Moni-di got up from the floor and, looking at my naked form on the floor, smiled a shy smile. It was her first time too with another girl! I stand corrected; it was the first time with another person for both.  (However, she did admit to being shown her pleasure zone and to being hinted at about pleasuring herself by one of her friends at school.) I guess the happenings of the night before were as unreal to her as it was to me.  But even as nudity was disappearing under her salwaar and kaameez, I couldn't but help remember our intimacy fondly.  And I could feel the wetness developing between my legs. Again. 

"Will we do it more, Moni-di?" stretching on the floor I threw my naive question at her, half expecting a denial from my older sixteen-year-old relative.  After all, although we were as close as distant relatives can be, we had never even come close to being THAT close prior to that night! But her answer had my juices flowing in full gust again; the weariness notwithstanding. 

"Not till tonight, I guess...” She said , "and I don't think "Moni-di" is what you want to call me after last night", she added with a wink and a smile!

The explanation of this little transition in addressing could hardly be a part of this narrative.

      Debi is one of my uncle's nieces by marriage.  That is, her dad and my uncle's wife are siblings.  By extension, she is my cousin.  They lived in the same city, about thirty-minute's bus ride away.  This meant that we started seeing each other quite regularly. 

      After that night, she stayed back for another night's pleasure, and we made the most of it.  Then, it was happening almost every weekend.  Sometimes she would come over to spend the night, or else I would go over to their house.  Since she shared her room with her younger sister, we had to do it rather quietly which was not easy.  So, mostly it was at our house.  Anyway, none of our parents thought much of our closeness.  I faced some objection at addressing her as "Debi", instead of "Moni-di" as she is known to her younger siblings and cousins. But, Debi insisted to the elders that I address her as such.  So the matter was soon forgotten.  And, close friendships between girls of our age was not unusual in India.  Till today, nobody is any wiser except those that matter. 

      A year had passed since that first night.  One night Debi, while caressing my breasts, whispered "I have done it with Ajit".  I sat up on the bed.  We had climaxed once already that night and was preparing to go at it a second time after resting for about fifteen minutes.  "Really?" I was not surprised at all; "when?" I pressed on.  Ajit was Debi's fiancé.  They had been going steady for about six months. 

 End Part 1 (To be continued... )