Unforgettable Sex With Old Friend

I'm Jerin, a 26-year-old guy from Tamil Nadu, with an athletic body that I maintain religiously. I'm going to take you through a memorable incident from my past, involving an old friend named Varsha. We were close during college, but life took us in different directions. She got married to a guy she didn't like, just to fulfill her parents' wishes, and her life took a turn for the worse.

Years passed, and we barely kept in touch. One day, I was in Chennai, and we met up. She looked sad and worn out, but she put on a brave face and invited me to her husband's house. I declined, and we caught up briefly before going our separate ways.

The next day, she messaged me, asking if I was returning to my hometown alone. She mentioned she needed to visit her hometown and asked if I could take her and her 3-year-old kid in my car. I agreed, and we set off on our journey.

As we drove, her kid fell asleep in the back seat, and Varsha opened up about her miserable marriage. I was shocked and felt a pang of sadness for her. We stopped for tea, and she asked if I had plans for the next day. When I said I didn't, she asked if I could take her on a one-day trip to Pondicherry. I agreed, wanting to give her a break from her harsh reality.

We drove to Pondicherry, and upon arriving, we realized that finding separate rooms would be difficult. So, I booked a 2BHK house through a booking website. The caretaker gave us the keys and left, assuming we were a family.

We freshened up and put her kid to sleep. Twenty minutes later, Varsha knocked on my door. She was wearing a sleeveless dress that ended just above her thighs, and I could see the outline of her hard nipples through the thin fabric. I was instantly aroused, but I played it cool and invited her in.

We started chatting, and I could sense her tension. She sat close to me and asked about my relationships, her intentions clear. I told her I wasn't a virgin, and she pressed for details, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and desire. She stood up, slowly pulled down her panties, and asked me to have sex with her.

I was taken aback but eager to oblige. She straddled me, her tight pussy enveloping my cock as she rode me. I could feel her wetness, her juices coating my length as she moved. She leaned down, her breath hot on my ear as she moaned, "Fuck me, Jerin. Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."

I flipped her onto her back, my body covering hers as I pounded into her. Her moans filled the room, urging me on as I took her with a frenzied intensity. I could feel her nails digging into my back, her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her.

We tried different positions, each one more intense than the last. I took her on the table, bending her over and taking her from behind, my hands gripping her hips as I slammed into her. She begged for more, her voice hoarse from screaming my name.

We moved to the shower, the water cascading down our bodies as I took her against the wall. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, our bodies slapping together as I fucked her senseless.

That night, we had sex five times, our bodies entwined, our breaths synchronized, our orgasms shaking us to our cores. We collapsed into an exhausted heap, our bodies slick with sweat and other fluids, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

The next day, we left for our respective hometowns, but our encounter left a lasting impact. Every few months, we would create opportunities to meet, to fuck like rabbits, to escape our realities and lose ourselves in each other. Those memories are etched in my mind, a permanent tattoo of pure, unadulterated lust and escape.