Letter 43 Part B Shanti was Painfully Shy.

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Part Two - First Date.

Hi from Mike again.
        Here is the second half of my story about how Shanti and I first met. As you will remember, Part One ended just after I asked her out on our first date. This story is what happened on our date that night.
        But before I continue I need to tell you about an incident that happened after school, on the Friday before our Saturday date. I came out of the locker room and headed across the playground towards the back entrance to the school. Suddenly Hasina and two of her friends stepped out in front of me.
        “I hear you are going out with my sister tomorrow,” she said.
        “Yes,” I replied nervously. “Just takeaway and a movie.”
        Suddenly she stepped forward and grabbed me. I would have been delighted to have felt those tits and delicious body against me if I hadn't been thinking I was probably dead! Hasina I might have handled but with her two friends...?
        “I won't go out if you...!” I tried to say.
        “Oh, you take her out! God knows she needs it,” Hasina said, “But don't you hurt her, you little shit!”
        She let me go then and I stumbled away from her.
        “And don't let Shanti or anyone else know about this pleasant little chat. I'm sure our little secret is safe since your life depends on it.”
        She laughed and her friends laughed too as they walked away.

        We went to a movie - it was Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford's "The Way We Were." and I heard her laugh, which was like music to my ears. I was too tense to enjoy much of the film, but I enjoyed her, just being there with her. I knew I was in love.
        “Yeah right!” I might be hearing you saying. “That quickly!” Well, maybe then, I knew I liked her a lot!
        After the film, we got some food at a hamburger place and drove up to the Pine Tree Plantation to eat it. The tree farm is one of my favourite places, mostly because the other kids don’t know about it and it is so much like a forest. Shanti liked it too, and we sat staring at the trees and each other as we ate our burgers and drank our milkshakes.
        Once we had eaten, and the wrappers were all tossed into the back seat, the tension began to grow. We had no more distractions. It felt like a moment of truth. All during the evening, I felt that something had changed in her, or at least between us. She was looking at me much more directly than ever before, and all of her apprehension was nowhere to be seen.

        “Shanti,” I said, feeling my stutter returning. “I’d like to k-k-kiss you, but I d-d-d-don’t want to if you don’t w-w-w-want me to.”
        She looked down at her lap, her hands there folding and unfolding, and a smile on her face. It took her a while to speak, but she did, it was wonderful. “I w-w-ant to k-k-kiss you too.”
        I lifted her chin gently and pressed my lips to hers. The kiss was long and sweet, and it was followed by another and another. We turned our heads slowly as we kissed, and when I broke away to kiss her cheeks I heard her breath coming quick and shallow and felt the tears on her face with my lips.
        “Why are you crying?” I asked, whispering in her ear.
        “H-h-h-happy,” she said, hugging me tightly.
        We kissed again, and this time I brushed my tongue against her lips. At first, she did not respond but kept kissing me. Then on the third try, she parted her lips and took my tongue in her mouth. My tongue found hers, and as they danced I heard her sigh and felt her breasts pressing into my chest.
        When finally we broke the kiss and I started to nibble the nape of her neck, she began to sigh and moan. I ventured, tentatively, to put my hand on her breast, through the thin material of her blouse, and though I felt her start a bit, she did not push my hand away. I began to squeeze and knead her breast gently, lovingly, feeling at first the lace of her bra and then her rising nipple in my palm.
        Her shoulder tensed at my touch, and her breath began coming in quick little hitches. She was afraid, but her nipple was standing firm, and she was hugging me to her even more tightly.
        My cock was raging, of course, hard as a post and straining against my pants. I brought my other hand up and began squeezing and rubbing both of her beautiful tits, feeling both nipples hard and erect. She was rotating her shoulders ever so slightly, responding to my caress. I was not sure how far this was going to go, but I was in heaven.
        “Mike,” she sighed in my ear, “Oh, Mike, oh I just... oh, oh I’ve never felt like this...”
        I stopped and pulled away, both hands motionless on her breasts.
        I looked her straight in the eye and smiled.
        “W-w-what?” she said, her eyes puzzled.
        “You didn’t stutter.”
        “Huh?”
        “You didn’t stutter, just then, when you said you’d never felt like this.”
        She looked down at my hands on her breasts, then smiled, then looked back to me and covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed, a sweet, high laugh. “You m-m-m-mean all I n-n-n-needed wuh-wuh-was...” We both laughed.
        “And to think I went through three years of speech therapy,” I said, and she howled with laughter, holding her stomach.
        We laughed together for several minutes, stopping and starting again whenever we’d look at each other.

        My hands had drifted away from her, and as the laughter died away, I drew her to me, kissing her deeply, and placing my hands back on her breasts. I felt her hands come up to mine, and I thought she was going to push them away, that she’d gone as far as she could in one night, and I was prepared to say I understood, that we could go slow. But instead, I felt her fingers unbuttoning her blouse, and my heart raced.
        There is nothing quite so sexy as a woman voluntarily taking off her clothes, without being asked to. She unbuttoned the blouse and drew it down off her shoulders, letting it pile up around her waist. Now I was kneading her through her bra only, and as I looked down I realised just how beautiful a body she had. Her skin was so smooth and perfect, and her breasts crested deliciously in her bra, the lacy edges drawing the eye to her cleavage. The bra was front clasping and I moved my fingers to the snap.
        “OK?” I asked, fingers gripping the plastic clasp.
        “OK,” she said.
        It took three tries to get the clasp undone with one hand - I was too nervous and too worried about her reaction. But finally, the lacy material parted and her sweet breasts were bared to the night. In the moonlight, the smooth flesh of her chest looked lighter than the colour of her face and arms and her dark nipples looked almost black against the lighter brown of her breasts. I had never seen an Indian girl topless before. My eyes crept up from staring at her tits, up along her neck and shoulders, then finally to her face. Her expression was so fearful that at once I felt pretty guilty at having let things get this far. Here was a girl who had probably never even held hands with a boy before, let alone kissed one. And here she was, stripped to the waist.
        “Shanti,” I began, “If this is too much...”
        She smiled, very nervously but it was a genuine smile. “No. It’s Ok-k-k-kay.”
        With my eyes still raised to watch her expression, I leant forward and took a nipple gently into my mouth. Her smile faded and she closed her eyes as I began to suck and lick her areola. I felt her hand on the back of my head, and she started holding my face to her tit as she bit her lower lip and arched her back. I had tapped something in her, something that had been lying dormant for her whole life.
        I brought my left hand up to massage the other nipple, then switched my mouth to that side and brought my right hand up. Back and forth, back and forth, I suck and licked both her nipples until they were so erect that virtually all the flesh of each areola had been drawn up into the erect peaks that her nipples had become.
        Slowly, experimentally, I began to draw my free hand up her leg, just to her knee at first. Again I was unsure how far I should take this girl, on her very first night of love, but part of me was obsessed with her body, which was proving to be impressive. I wanted to see and touch her pussy, even though I knew going the whole way was almost certainly out of the question. And more than that, I wanted to give her an orgasm. I felt sure it would be her first.
        “Shanti,” I said between sucks of her left nipple. “Tell me... if you want me... to stop.”
        I looked up at her face, which was flushed and showed such complete concentration on the sensations she was experiencing that at first, I wondered if she had even heard me. So I moved my hand slightly farther up her leg, and let my fingers slide in between her thighs. Her eyes popped open and she bit her lip again. I pulled my face away and froze.
        We sat like that for what felt like hours, but certainly no more than a minute. Had I gone too far? Would she feel I was taking advantage of her? Was I taking advantage of her? The expression on her face told me nothing except that she was thinking intensely.
        Suddenly, and without warning, she closed her eyes again and I felt her legs parting. Her bottom slid forward as her thighs separated, and her back slid down the car seat until her dress was hitched up to mid-thigh.

        I barely heard her say “gently” as I felt the material of her panties with my fingertips.
        Gently! Gently I began to stroke her pussy through her panties. With my other hand, I slowly pulled her dress the rest of the way up so I could see what awaited me. Her panties were of the simple white cotton variety, cut like bikini bottoms, and they felt quite wet to my touch. I put my free hand back on her breasts and continued to massage and squeeze her chest as my fingers gently explored her pussy through her panties.
        After a while, her breath coming very fast now and my erection threatening to burst my zipper, I brought both hands to the waistband of her panties, grasped it, and began to lower them. She brought her hands up, one covering her eyes and one resting on her chest, as though she was feeling her heartbeat, and I heard a little “ooooh” escape her throat as she lifted her arse to help me remove her panties. My eyes locked onto her pussy as the covering slid away. Her pubic nest was lovely, a perfect little triangle of black, downy curls.
        I set her panties on the driver’s seat, which I was leaving. We had pushed the seats back all the way when we had parked, which left me plenty of room to kneel on the floor in front of her. Her eyes were still tightly closed, but her hands were on my shoulders now, touching me lightly as though the mere contact gave her some kind of courage. I began to stroke her thighs and pussy hair lightly with my fingertips, pressing gently now and then to get her legs to spread wider. Finally, I could see her dark pussy lips and the little bud of her clitoris peeking out. I planted a gentle kiss on her pussy hair, smelling her musk and feeling the tiny drops of dew against my lips, then looked up and saw a nervous but genuine smile spread across her lips.
        The smile turned serious as I lowered my tongue into her pussy folds. At first, I let my tongue bathe the lips of her cunt, no penetration, just running back and forth, up and down over the general area, stroking her clit lightly now and then, almost by accident. Her breath was quickening again, so I pressed the advantage and began to search for her little hole with the tip of my tongue. Having found it with little effort, I began little playful stabs into her, no more than the tip of my tongue entering her pussy, followed by short, firm flicks on her clit.
        Soon she was making little sounds in her throat with each exhale, and I knew she was close to coming. I began to set up a very regular rhythm, licking and sucking her clit and letting my tongue dart in and out of her hole. Soon I felt her arse tighten in my hands, and she lifted it slightly in the air as her hips, legs, and thighs began to quiver. Then she came in a long, hot flood, her pussy juices gushing into my mouth, the taste of her like warm honey.
        She said nothing, but made only these high whimpering noises, biting her lip and breathing through her nose. Suddenly her eyes popped open and she looked down at me, our eyes meeting, as her final spasm ended. A tear escaped her eye, followed by many others, and she gazed at me with a look of total love.
        She was tugging on my shoulders, wanting a hug, and I slid up to wrap one arm around her and kiss her face and neck. My other hand I left stroking her pussy, bringing her down slowly from the peak of her orgasm. Now and then her breath hitched again, but soon she was calm and I wrapped both arms around her and hugged her tightly.
        “I love you,” she said after we had hugged together for some time.
        “I love you too,” I said, and I meant it. My erection was still raging, but I knew the feelings I had for her were more than mere lust - I wanted some relief, but I did not want our hug to end.

        She must have felt my hardness against her as we hugged, especially since her legs were still spread and my groin was pressed against her bare pussy. “I w-w-w-ant to do something f-f-f-for you,” she said into my ear.
        “You do?” I was amazed that she was ready to go farther.
        “Yes. That was s-s-so b-b-beautiful... and I w-want to g-g-give you a-a-a...”
        “An orgasm?”
        She blushed a little. “Yes.”
        I moved back to the driver’s seat, smiling at her, and sat back, drawing my hard cock out of my pants. My penis, erect, is only above average, about 7 inches long and fairly thick, but to her eyes, this was obviously much bigger than she expected. Her eyes opened wide as I pulled my pants down to my knees and allowed my hardness to stand proudly in the night air. “This is for you,” I said.
        “W-w-w-hat do I d-d-do?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
        “You can do one or all of three things,” I began, feeling like I was giving some kind of lecture. “You can jack me off with your hand, you can suck me off with your mouth, or we can go all the way: you can take me inside you.”
        Her eyes darted back to mine, a bit frightened. “I d-d-d-on’t know if I’m r-r-r-ready to g-g-g-go all the w-w-w-ay yet...”
        “That’s OK with me. I'm not expecting you to.” It was OK too. I was shocked that I’d gotten this far with such an inexperienced, shy girl. I guessed I’d tapped some kind of hidden passion in her.
        “W-w-which is b-b-better for you?” she asked, obviously referring to her hand or her mouth.
        “How about starting with the first one, then finish with the other?” I smiled and she smiled nervously back at me. She slid a little closer and reached out with her hand to grasp my erection. As her fingers wrapped around the hard shaft I heard her gasp.
        “S-s-so warm and h-h-ard,” she said. Her hand closed into a gentle fist and I showed her how to pump slowly up and down the shaft. The feeling was wonderful as my skin slid up and down in her fist. Soon a drop of pre-cum fluid seeped out over her knuckle and she looked at me, a question in her eyes.
        “That’s all right. It just means I’m getting there.”
        “Sh-sh-should I take it in my mouth now?”
        “Please,” I said. “That is if you want to.”
        “Y-Y-Yes. I w-w-want t-t-this.”
        I guided her to kneel between my legs as I took my pants off completely. “Start by licking up and down the underside, then take the head into your mouth. Make sure to cover your teeth with your lips, and concentrate your tongue on this spot...” I pressed her index finger on my glans. “That’s like your little clit...”
        She leaned forward and began to lick me with her hot tongue. The moonlight coming through the windshield illuminated her with a ghostly light, so sexy as she ran her lips and tongue all over my dick. After a few strokes, she took the head of my erection between her lips and began to suck gently, her tongue dancing over my glans.
        Her face was rapt, showing such keen concentration as she licked and sucked me. After each few sucking strokes she would slide my shaft out of her mouth and bathe the head and glans with long, wet licks. Each time she did this her head would twist back and forth more and more violently and she would lick and suck faster. She was obviously getting caught up in the passion of the blowjob, which made the whole thing so much better for me. Her long hair had covered my thighs and scrotum, and as her head bobbed up and down I could feel her locks tickling my balls. The sensation, combined with her sucking mouth and warm licking tongue drove me to the brink.
        I could feel the come rising from the base of my shaft and I warmed her: “I’m going to come... swallow it if you can...”
        Her next stroke was the deepest, taking me ¾ of the way down, or even a bit more, and I exploded into her warm mouth. The first two spurts shot straight down her throat, till she gagged slightly and withdrew almost all the way, leaving just the head in her mouth. Spurt after spurt of hot sperm landed on her tongue and filled her mouth after that. She swallowed three times before I was done.
        She sucked my deflating cock clean, which made it take quite a bit longer to deflate, then slid up and hugged me tightly. “Thank you,” I whispered in her ear.
        “It w-w-w-was OK?” she asked, whispering back.
        “Oh yes, it was more than OK, it was fantastic,” I said, hugging her tightly and feeling her breasts pressed against my chest.

        She was silent for a while, and our breathing patterns synchronised, the way they will when you lie next to someone. After a while, the hypnotic feeling of our bodies moving together almost lulled me to sleep when she said:
>         “C-c-can you d-d-do it again?”
        “You mean, can I get hard again?”
        “Yes.”
        I answered her by placing her hand on my rising cock - the mere question had caused old’ Johnson to perk up. She fell to her knees again, my erection growing in her two-handed grip, and began to lick the tip as the shaft expanded to its full size.
        She licked and sucked again for a while, then pulled away, her face flushed and little beads of sweat on her bangs, and looked me in the eye. “W-w-will in h-h-urt if we try to.... to p-p-put it in me?”
        I certainly was not going to lie to her. “Yes, at first. A girl’s first time always hurts a bit. But if we are careful and we go slow... we can... you know...”
        “F-f-f-fuck?” She smiled, and I smiled back.
        I think I gained another inch hearing her say that word. “Yes. We can fuck.”
        “I w-w-want to fuck w-w-with you. Or at l-l-least t-t-try to.”
        My shaft fairly inhaled at that, expanding in her tight grip so much that she giggled and sucked it again.
        I unbuttoned my shirt and motioned her to slide up and straddle me. As she did, my shaft ended up pointing toward my belly, the entire underside coming in contact with her warm, wet pussy lips. She leant against me; her breasts crushed against my chest and her mouth kissing my neck as I gripped her hips and began rubbing her pussy up and down against the underside of my rigid length of flesh. Immediately I felt my shaft slide between her lips so that on each stroke my glans was rubbing her clit. She began to sigh and moan as her clit swelled and the strokes became harder. I felt her knees pressing in against my hips as she neared orgasm, and soon her pussy was moving without my help.
        “Ah... ah... ah... oh Mike it’s... oh I love... ah... oh...uh....” she moaned breathlessly. Then all at once, I felt her tense and the warm flood of her come drenching my cock. Her sliding action increased until I felt the head of myself slip into her pussy hole.
        She froze; my head just inside her warm passageway.
        “Oh! Oh! You're in me, aren’t you?” Her voice was full of wonder and lust.
        “Yes, just the head. I’m inside you. How does it feel?”
        “Oh, it feels so...” Then she slid down a fraction, slipping half an inch or so down the shaft. “Uh...” she grunted low in her throat. “It’s tight, but you feel so good.”
        “I hate to bring this up now,” I said, smiling, “but your stutter is gone again.”
        She smiled broadly at this, and I smiled back, gripped her hips, and slid her down another full inch. She bit her lip but kept on smiling. I could feel the head of my shaft pressing again her hymen now. It was like a thread or a string stretched across her opening.
        She drew herself up, then down, then up and down, sliding that first inch in and out of her, her eyes closed and her mouth in that half smile. After a dozen strokes, I felt that the hymen was gone! It had broken, and she seemed not to feel a thing.
        I gripped her hips again and began to slide her down a bit further on each stroke. The feeling of her pussy walls wrapped around me was unbelievable. I’d had sex with other girls before her, but her pussy was by far the tightest, smoothest, warmest thing my cock had ever been in. Now that her hymen was broken she did not seem to feel much pain.
        I took a nipple in my mouth and began sucking as I pressed deeper and deeper into her pussy with each stroke. Her face was back to that same lustful concentration, and soon I was balls-deep in her. She bent down to kiss me and I massaged both her tits with my hands as she came again, her tongue deep in my mouth and a high whimper in her throat.
        I felt my come rising again, this time slowly but with great power. “I can’t... uh... come inside you... uh... Shanti... no...protection....”
        Quickly she withdrew me from her pussy, slid her body down mine and took me back in her mouth, where I came like a garden hose. My sperm poured into her, leaking out the corners of her mouth and dripping on my legs. She eagerly licked it from them and then came back up to straddle me and hug me.
        “Y-y-yours forever,” she whispered into my ear, her spread pussy rubbing against my spent shaft and her nipples pressed into mine. I really HAD tapped some secret wellspring of lust and love in this shy girl.
        “Forever,” I agreed.

        Since that time Shanti and I have been together. Her stutter has almost completely gone now. Especially since we had found such a perfect therapy for her speech. With the stuttering gone, I saw someone who had been a shy girl blossom into a beautiful confident woman. You wouldn’t believe this confident woman was the shy girl who had huddled by herself at the flagpole. Even her mother and father were amazed at the change and wondered what had caused it.
        At school, she became more and more confident, often taking a leading role in class activities. She finished school and moved on to a great job with a share broker in the city while I went on to work in a printing company. We continued to date on and off for several years until we finally decided to get married and settle down together.
        We still liked to do it at the Pine Tree plantation, but of course, once you get married it becomes easier doing it at home. Anyway, after the pine trees were harvested, they were never replanted. The whole area has been divided up into lifestyle blocks.

        There is one last part of this story that I need to tell you. It happened after my third date with Shanti. I was at school when I met up with Hasina. We were in a busy corridor moving between two classrooms as everyone changed to a different subject and class. I saw Hasina walking towards me. There were many people there, here friends, my friends and many others, all going about our business. Shanti wasn't anywhere there.
        “Hello Mike,” she said as she approached me.
        Hasina was one of the in people. She was always hot and sexy, the centre of attention. It shocked everyone there that she would even speak to me but she did.
        She looked me directly in the eye for a few moments. I looked back at her determined not to give her the satisfaction of my looking away first. Suddenly she stepped forward and gave me a hug. A full body hug, her body tightly against mine. Her arms held me tightly as I loosely held her. I heard a gasp go out from a few girls close to us, otherwise, the whole corridor was silent, no one moving, everyone watching this amazing scene.
        Pulling back she held me at arm's length so she could look me in the eye again. “Thanks, Mike!” she said. “After our last talk, you know why.”
        I knew what she meant and I knew why she thanked me. I didn't reply to her, I felt there was no need. I just nodded to acknowledge her thanks. Then we broke apart and went our separate ways.
As she walked away, I was standing there looking at her in shock. From the back, she looked hot too, with a slim waist and sexy arse but I didn't notice that. What caught me was the smirk on her face as she looked back at me. When we made eye contact there was a wink too not that many others saw it. But it told me we shared a secret and we both wanted to keep it that way.

        “What the hell?” Peter said. “She hugged you, Mike!”
        “Probably just some stupid girl's dare I guess,” I replied.
        Further down the corridor, I heard another girl ask, “What did you do to that little nerd?” She didn't get a reply either.
        After that Hasina and I never spoke at school but she always gave me a big smile and I would nod whenever we met each other.

        Of course, I got to know Hasina when I joined Shanti's family for various events. Our meetings at school were never mentioned but we got on well. She is not the stuck-up bitch I thought she was, in fact she is a very nice girl. At one time when her boyfriend tried to put me down, Hasina quickly jumped in before I could and told him, I was her sister's boyfriend so leave me alone!

                So once again we come to the end of another letter,
                        Bye until we get to India,
                                Shanti and Mike.

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