We are a couple from India and I just wanted to share my first time making out with my current bf. He's 25 and I'm 22.

It was November 2019 when we first met in person. We had been talking for a few days on WhatsApp after connecting through Facebook and Twitter. He was in his third year of college, and I had just started my first year. We went to different universities, but that didn’t stop us from chatting late into the night, flirting more and more as time passed.

From our conversations, it was pretty clear that we both wanted to hook up, though neither of us said it directly. Before taking things further, we decided to meet in a public place. We chose Connaught Place. It was a lovely date—we went to a reputed café, had great conversations, and later sat in Central Park, just talking. He kept complimenting me, which I enjoyed. As the evening wore on, I could sense he wanted to kiss me, but he didn’t make a move—maybe because he was waiting for my consent. It was getting late, so we said our goodbyes, and I went home. (He told me the next day that he wanted to kiss me)

Later that night, we talked about the date and what would come next. He clearly wanted to invite me to his flat, but he was too shy to ask. Still, we both knew where this was headed.

Before him, I had been with one boyfriend and one casual guy. With my ex, I had only done oral, and with the casual guy, we had kissed and fooled around a bit, but nothing more. He had two exes, but with both, he had only made out—never experienced oral.

In the next few days, our flirting became heavier, and the conversations turned a little NSFW. We talked about our kinks and what we liked. I wanted to see how bold he could be, so I asked, "What do you wanna do next?" expecting him to invite me over. Instead, he said, "We can go out again," sounding all innocent.

I decided to take the lead and texted, "How about I come to your place, and you play with my boobs while I give you a BJ?" His reply was an instant yes.

That night, he was clearly excited. He even trimmed himself and bought new Jockey underwear because he wanted to make an impression. The next morning, he even masturbated beforehand to last longer during the blowjob. I found that cute when he told me later.

We met at the Metro station, and before heading to his flat, we went to a park near his place to talk for a while—mostly because his flatmates were still around, and there was one in particular he didn’t like. After about 20 minutes, we finally went to his place. The moment he bolted the door, I kissed him. A deep, long kiss with lots of tongue, and it lasted at least 10-15 minutes. We lay down, still kissing, and he grabbed my ass over my jeans.

I had already decided we wouldn’t go all the way this time—just what we had planned. I took off my top and bra (a black, sexy one), and he immediately started playing with my boobs. Then, I unbuckled his jeans, pulled down his underwear, and when I saw him, I said, "Nice."

I got down on my knees and started blowing him. This was his first time receiving oral, and I could tell he was really enjoying it. I used a lot of spit, made sure to gag a little, and kissed him in between. He held my hands while I did it, which felt intimate. I spit on his dick, gave him a handjob, and kept going for a while. Then he said, "I'm gonna cum," and I told him to "Cum on my boobs."

He did. A lot. I was surprised and just said, "Oh my god."

After that, he kissed me again, cleaned me up, and we cuddled until we fell asleep. We woke up around 45 minutes later and went for a second round.

Later, he got me a glass of juice, and we left. He dropped me at the Metro station, and I headed home. It was an amazing evening.

And yes, we’re still together.