**Empty Terrace at Night**

The village was quiet tonight, the kind of quiet that made every whisper feel too loud. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and damp earth, the aftermath of an evening rain. I’d known Nandini since we were kids—always the shy one, always blushing at the slightest tease. But tonight, under the dim glow of a single lantern hanging from the terrace wall, she wasn’t shy at all.

We were supposed to be here just to watch the stars, but the way she kept biting her lip told me she had other plans. Her sari was a deep red, the kind that made her dusky skin look rich under the moonlight. “Manik,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, “Have you ever… touched a girl before?”

I swallowed hard. “No,” I admitted. “Have you…?”

She shook her head, her dark curls bouncing. “I want you to be my first.”

My cock jerked in my pants at the words. I stepped closer, my fingers brushing against hers. “You sure?” I asked, even though I could feel the heat radiating off her body, could see the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her blouse.

“Yes,” she breathed, and that was all it took.

I grabbed her waist, pulling her against me. Her breath hitched as my lips crashed onto hers. She tasted sweet, like the sugarcane she’d been chewing earlier. Her hands tangled in my hair, nails scraping my scalp as I deepened the kiss. My tongue slid into her mouth, and she moaned, the sound sending a jolt straight to my dick.

I moved my hands down, sliding them under her blouse. Her skin was so soft, so warm. My fingers found her nipples, pinching gently, and she gasped, arching into my touch. “Manik,” she whimpered, her hips rolling against mine.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I tugged at the waistband of her sari, unwrapping her like a gift. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in just a thin cotton petticoat and blouse. I pushed the blouse up, exposing her small, perfect breasts. Her nipples were dark and already hard. I leaned down, sucking one into my mouth.

“Fuck,” she whined, her back arching. My teeth grazed her skin, and she shuddered. My other hand slipped between her legs, fingers pressing against her damp cotton panties. She was soaked.

“You’re wet already,” I growled, pushing the fabric aside. My fingers slid through her slick folds, teasing her clit.

Nandini cried out, her legs trembling. “Please,” she begged, hips bucking against my hand. “I need more.”

I didn’t make her wait. I pulled her panties down, letting them drop to the floor. Then I knelt, spreading her thighs. Her pussy glistened in the dim light, her lips swollen and pink. I licked a slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, and she nearly collapsed, her hands gripping my shoulders.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, throwing her head back. I ate her like I was starving, sucking her clit, thrusting my tongue inside her. Her thighs clamped around my head as she came, her juices dripping down my chin.

But I wasn’t done. I stood, unbuckling my pants. My cock sprang free, thick and aching. Nandini’s eyes widened. “It’s so big,” she whispered, reaching out to stroke me.

I groaned at her touch. “You ready?” I asked, lining myself up.

She nodded, biting her lip. “Go slow.”

I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance, feeling her tight heat. Then, with one slow push, I sank inside her. She was so fucking tight, her walls clamping around me. She winced, and I paused, kissing her neck. “Breathe,” I murmured.

She did, her body relaxing, and I slid the rest of the way in. “Fuck, Nandini,” I groaned. “You feel amazing.”

I started moving, slow at first, then faster as she moaned beneath me. Her nails dug into my back, her hips meeting each of my thrusts. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed in the quiet night.

“Harder,” she begged, and I obeyed, slamming into her. Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was close. I reached between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles.

“Come for me,” I growled, and she did, screaming my name as she shook beneath me. That was all it took—my balls tightened, and with a hoarse groan, I emptied myself inside her.

We collapsed onto the cool stone floor, breathing hard. She curled into my side, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. I kissed the top of her head. “So,” I teased, “Still a virgin?”

She giggled, swatting my chest. “Shut up.”

But her smile told me everything—this was just the beginning.