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Coming to the story: these days she was calling me a lot, messaging too. I noticed she seemed really down sometimes, looking upset, but I didn’t react much. I just observed her for about a week. After that, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Next day at school, she was already there.

Bhoomi: Ninthko, naan matthadbeku.

Naanu: Yenu helu.

Bhoomi: Naan helde thane maath bidbeda antha, yaake matthadtha ella?

Naanu: Manas sari sari irlilla kane.

Bhoomi: Neen matthadsidre naange hengaagthithu gotha, idiot?

Naanu: Hogli bide, evathu call madthini, matthadana.

Bhoomi: Thank you kano, love you.

She hugged me tight right then.

Naanu: Sari, eega bidu, yaaradru barthare. Sanje matthadthini.

I left after saying that. Class started, social sir was teaching, but I was bored. I looked toward her side—she gave me a sweet smile. I smiled back. Suddenly our eyes locked, and something stirred inside. My heart felt so happy.

That whole day in class, our eyes kept playing that silent game, stealing glances full of teasing heat. Class ended, I rushed home. Right on time, she called.

Naanu: Hello, helu.

Bhoomi: En madtha iddya?

Naanu: Eega maneg bande kane.

Bhoomi: Sari, naan helidakke yenu reply he illa.

Naanu: Yenu helde?

Bhoomi: I love you kano.

Naanu: Me tooo kane.

Bhoomi: Ayyo, manasalle aase etkondu avathu yaake helilla?

Naanu: Avathu neen full bejaar agiddalle, adakke nin feeling real antha arthavaaythu, adikke opikonde.

Bhoomi: Naan ninage mosa maadalla kano, jeevana poorthi nin jothe ne irthini. Love you so much……

Naanu: Love you too babyyy….

Bhoomi: Eega lovers aagidhivi, yenaadru special aagi helu.

Naanu: En helli, separate aagi sigta helthini.

Bhoomi: Eega henga barok aagutte, manege kalisalla kano.

Naanu: Try maadu yavagaadru.

Bhoomi: Sari, helthini, bidu.

Naanu: Sari, idhe kushi, yenu illva??

Bhoomi: Yenu beku??

Naanu: Nin ishta.

Bhoomi: Thago… ummmmhhhaaaa…

She sent a flying kiss over the phone.

Naanu: Abbaa, thumba fast iddya kane neenu.

Bhoomi: Neen andre naange ashtu ishta kano.

Naanu: En en ishta?

Bhoomi: Nin hairstyle, nin look, nin smile… haa, aa look ge naan fidha kano.

Naanu: Yaav look he?

Bhoomi: Neen nedkond hogbekadre vaare kannalli nodthyaalla, adhu.

Naanu: Ashtella observe maadthya?

Bhoomi: Mathe naanu andre sumne na?

Naanu: Bhaari iddya kane.

Bhoomi: Loo, frank aagi helbeku andre, ninnannu naan 2 years inda love madtha iddini.

Naanu: Helbeku thane avage.

Bhoomi: Bayya kano, adikke bidu eega.

Naanu: Sari.

Bhoomi: Yelladru horgade hogana?

Naanu: Yavaga hogana and yellige?

Bhoomi: Park hogana ba, next Sunday.

Naanu: Sari, hogana.

We talked for a long time and cut the call. Our love story was getting sweeter—stolen glances in class, flying kisses when no one was looking. That secret thrill, only lovers know how addictive that kick feels.

Finally, next Sunday arrived. Morning she called.

Bhoomi: Hello, yelliddya?

Naanu: Mane alli kane.

Bhoomi: Sari, bega baa, bustop atra irthini.

Naanu: Sari, baa.

I got ready and went. The moment I saw her, I was stunned—she wore a churidar that made her look like a full-grown, curvy goddess. I kept staring.

Bhoomi: Loo, yaake hange nodtha iddya? Baa, hogana.

She climbed onto the bike.

We reached the park in about 30 minutes.

Bhoomi: Loo, haa kade hogana ba.

Naanu: Baa, alli yaaru illa.

Bhoomi: Mathe yenu samachara?

Naanu: Helu baby.

Bhoomi: Neen helu baby.

She rested her head on my shoulder.

I put my hand on her shoulder—felt so damn good, this secret love of ours.

Bhoomi: Hu kano, jeevana poorthi henge irana.

Naanu: Sari kane.

Bhoomi: Phone yenu keltha iddya eega bedva?

Naanu: Yenu?

Bhoomi: Nanna kennege kiss maadi bitlu.

She teased with those demanding eyes.

Naanu: Wow, lee, chenagidhe.

Bhoomi: Naange kodalva?

Naanu: Thago.

We locked lips for a solid 5 minutes.

Bhoomi: Saaku, bidu, yaaro bartha iddare.

Naanu: Saaka eshte?

Bhoomi: Innu beku, avaru hogli eru.

Another 10 minutes of deep, hungry lip-lock. While kissing, I slid my hand to her waist—she didn’t stop me. Held it there for 5 minutes, then slowly moved up to her soft breasts. At first she said “beda,” but then went quiet. For the next 10 minutes I kept pressing and teasing her mounds gently.

Bhoomi: Haaaa haaaa haaa…… saaku kano.

Naanu: Nijvaaglu saaka?

Bhoomi: Ella hange maadu, but yaaradru bandre…

Naanu: Yaaru baralla eru.

She closed her eyes, fully lost in the pleasure. I slipped my hand inside her dress, directly pressing her bare breasts. She started moaning softly.

Bhoomi: Haaa……. hmmmmm….. hmm.. haaaaa… nidhaana antha…

I didn’t stop. Her breasts felt so full and perfect in my hands—I squeezed them just right. Someone appeared in the distance, so we quickly shifted to the side.

Bhoomi: Onthara chenagithu.

Naanu: Ishta aytha?

Bhoomi: Hu, full enjoy maadide.

Naanu: Sari, next maathe maadana.

Bhoomi: Hu kano, maadana.

Naanu: Sari, eega hogana baa.

We left the park. I dropped her near her house and came home feeling on top of the world, body buzzing with that sweet ache. Later she messaged.

Bhoomi: Love you donga ❤️

Naanu: Love you too dummy 🖤

Bhoomi: Ummmmmhaaaa 💋

Naanu: Saaku ega, rest maadu.

Bhoomi: Sari, bye. Good night.

That’s how far it went. One day when no one was home at her place, we went fully nude together—how it happened, what we did next, I’ll tell in the next part.

Boys, if you read the story, don’t feel shy—reply if you liked it. Life is short, just enjoy it. Everyone support please.

Your naughty boy.