Chapter 2

A few days later, Latha and I were in the mountains. The air was colder than anything I had felt. It was crisp and sharp, yet refreshing. Everything around us was white. Snow stretched endlessly, interrupted only by tall pine trees and distant peaks.

We spent our days on the slopes. Learning how to ski and laughing at each other. Skiing was secondary. I just wanted to stay close to her the entire time.

“Careful,” I said as she tried to balance.

“I’m trying,” she replied, wobbling before grabbing my arm.

I instinctively held her hand to steady her. “I’ve got you.”

She laughed nervously. “It’s because I’m heavy. I can’t balance properly.”

I shook my head. “That’s not it.”

Her eyes searched mine, unconvinced. “Really?”

“It’s what I like about you,” I added, half-smiling.

She rolled her eyes but giggled too. “You like curvy girls,” she said, with a hint of amusement.

“Just being honest,” I replied.

We spent hours like that—falling, getting back up, holding hands more naturally each time. Somewhere between the cold air and the quiet mountains, things felt easier. Closer. That night, we sat outside our cottage for a while.

We had our jackets wrapped tightly around us; we watched the stars. We didn’t say much. At some point, she turned toward me. Our eyes met. There was a moment of quiet. Without overthinking it, we leaned in. Our first kiss was soft and tentative. Nothing was rushed. But we kept going.

Our lips touched awkwardly. We didn’t know what we were doing. Just pressing, pulling back, then pressing again. It was a learning experience. When our noses bumped, she giggled softly.

She pulled away just a bit, her breath catching. “Can we go to the bedroom?”

We went inside, fingers intertwined. We took off our boots and walked barefoot to the bedroom. The wooden floor felt cold against our skin. Once inside the bedroom, I began removing my clothes. First, the jacket. Next, the sweater and jeans. I was quick and impatient. Finally, I was down to my boxers.

Latha stayed by the dresser, watching me. I looked at her, and she bit her lower lip. She was staring at my toned chest. I smiled back—half-nervous, half-aroused. I had spent two years in the gym, dreaming about this moment with someone like her.

Latha slowly unzipped her jacket. It slipped off her shoulders and dropped to the floor. The sweater hugged her curves. I noticed her breasts sway underneath. She looked up. Her fingers flicked at the hem of her sweater, unsure.

I moved closer, taking her palm in my hands. I whispered, “Let me,” as my hands touched the hem of her sweater.

She looked into my eyes and smiled at me. That smile? It was an invitation. I slowly pulled the sweater over her head. Underneath, she wore a white bra that accentuated her figure perfectly. It showed off the swell of her breasts. I touched her collarbone. She shivered.

She took a sharp breath when I touched her supple stomach. Her body tensed, not from rejection, but from anticipation. I made circles around her navel. I saw her blush. I dropped the sweater on the floor. After brushing the curve of her waist, my fingers moved lower to her waist, where her jeans clung tightly.

I unbuckled her jeans and loosened them by taking off one button at a time. I lowered them to her ankles. With a little hop, she stepped out of them, revealing white cotton granny panties. It was moist, held her creases, and faded with arousal.

My thumbs slipped into the sides of her panties. I felt her tummy flutter at my touch. Looking up, I smiled—then smelled her arousal. The smell was clearly musky, yet also sweet. Instinctively, her thighs squeezed together.

I raised my hands up to cradle her ribs. She pulled me up, digging her hands into my shoulders. We kissed again, bodies bound together. I held her close, her breasts tight against my bare chest. It sent a thrill through me.

Lost in our kiss, we lost our balance. She stumbled back, her knees hitting the bed. As she fell, she pulled me down with her. The mattress sank under our combined weight. I landed on her curvy and soft body, my face between the valley of the breasts. She arched her back, and I could see one of the nipples release from the bra.

Latha gasped as my tongue flicked slowly over the exposed nipple. I continued licking the curve of her breast as she moaned. Her gentle moan coming from her lips encouraged me. I slipped my hands up her sides. I unhooked the clasp of her bra and let it loosen.

As I pulled the bra away, she naturally inhaled, filling up her melons. I could finally feel her freed cups; her nipples peaked in the cold air. My mouth watered. I buried my head between them and sucked on the gorge with a long lick.

Then, one hand squeezing her other breast, I sucked harder on her nipple. As I sucked on her nipple, her fingers got tangled in my hair and grabbed me tighter. Each sigh, each shaking breath, sent me crazy, signaling how much she wanted this, wanted me. Her hips moved naturally, bulging my erection in my boxers.

Slowly, I moved one hand towards the waistband of her panties. Her pubic hair was thick and coarse yet intriguing. She inhaled sharply as I pulled on the elastic edge and released it. The elastic struck her upper pelvis with a force she hadn’t expected.

She let out a sharp breath and screamed, “Ahh!” as it stung her.

I ran my fingertips under her panties and then at last touched her moist clit. She was slick, puffy, and so ready. I inserted one finger, going deep into her, my thumb circling her swollen clit with slow strokes. As I explored her, her thighs shuddered against my hand.

Latha groaned, “Hmmm ... aahhh,” seeking more pressure; her hips jerked against my finger.

I pulled her underwear down, beyond her hips, and dropped it to her thick thighs. She raised her legs, allowing me to drag the wet panties over her calves. My hands went back right away to her pussy. This time, I inserted two of my fingers, sliding without effort into her wetness. Her smooth pussy lips opened readily, her body welcoming my intrusion.

She bent her back, moaning “Oohhh...” as my fingers twisted inside her. She grabbed the sheets. “Aahhh...” she panted, her hips gyrating against my hand. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice cracking.

As my fingers sped up, I saw her face twist in pleasure—lips parted, eyes fluttered shut. Her body tightened and her thighs shook before she clutched my wrist. She shuddered, her inner walls contracting around my fingertips.

Latha arched off the bed with a moan that was sharp, practically a sob. As she orgasmed, her release coated my hand. Her chest rose and fell swiftly as her breath came in ragged gasps.

“Oh god,” she said softly, boneless on the sheets.

I kissed down her belly and her upper pelvis until my lips were hanging just above her shining clit. I slid my tongue through her slit, nervous at first, then stronger as she whimpered; her thighs tensed. The intoxicating smell of her discharge filled my lungs as I licked further and savored the taste.

I grinned at her—but my cock ached, ready to go. I slowly pulled back and rolled off the bed just far enough to remove my boxers. My erected cock twitched as the cold air hit it. Latha’s eyes were locked on it, her mouth opening slightly as she watched me.

“You’re—” she began but swallowed her words.

I stopped and felt embarrassed right away. Apart from my mother, no other woman had seen me like this—not like this—and even then, it was only when I was a young boy in the bathtub. The question went through my head: What if she thought of it negatively?

I didn’t have a tiny penis but also wasn’t packing some absurd monster cock like a porn star’s. It was roughly seven and a half inches when completely hard, thick enough that my fingers barely touched when I closed around the bottom, well above average.

Latha looked at it, her eyes flicking between hunger and hesitation. But then her tongue darted out to lick her lips. She whispered, “You’re ... bigger than I imagined,” her voice deep and rough with desire.

I watched her thighs move just a little, not closing but rather opening wider. I swallowed hard and nodded, maybe too excitedly. I crawled back across her; my weight dug into the mattress between her legs.

Propped on one elbow, Latha lifted herself a bit and grabbed my cock with her free hand. My cock was nearly blazing as she wrapped her fingers around it. I jolted my hips forward naturally as she skimmed over the tip and smudged cum with her thumb.

She pulled my foreskin back, fully exposing the red, swollen tip. She looked at me, watching my reaction as she tightened her grip and twisted her wrist gently on the upswing. She ran her palm over my cock; it was shameless, sensual, and totally intoxicating.

“It has been...” she gulped as she said with lust. “Too long; I had a real cock other than a plastic one in my hand.”

Latha was just honest with me. The confession of her using a dildo pumped blood straight toward my cock. Her thumb circled the leaking slit, smearing precum down the shaft; her grip was slippery now. As she freed my cock, I leaned in—pressing my forehead to hers.

She spread her thighs wider, allowing me to move between them. My cock was tucked between her inner thighs. The cock tip was at the entrance, barely touching her wet pussy lips. I kissed her again and pulled back.

I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I pushed forward, slowly entering her, just the head, barely inside. I felt hot walls tighten around me.

Latha exhaled and whispered, “Don’t go slow,” fingers sinking into my shoulders.

I obeyed, pushing in, her swollen pussy enveloping me inch by inch. She moved under me as her body adjusted, tight and trembling. Our breaths got quicker, combining in sync. She rose up to me when I was completely inside her.

I began carefully, rocking inside her. Her big breasts bobbed hypnotically with every push, her nipples brushing my chest. I placed my hands on her shoulders as I fucked her deep, then pulled back. Apart from our heavy breathing, the only sound I heard was the subtle creaking of the bedframe against the floor.

Latha gasped, “Fuck me.” Then louder, desperate: “Fuck me. Fuck me ... like a slut!”

I leaned back and spread her wide, grabbing her thighs. Her plump pussy stretched around me, and her sheen was visible in the faint light. I began shoving violently, slashing her with quick, deep thrusts. Her moans went wild; her hips jerked to match each one. The slap of skin bounced off the walls.