my first real boyfriendN. was different from the boys I have had before. I met him at a student dancing party in Rose Hill. There was this popular Night club that was organising Students parties during the Day – Blue Mauritius I think it was called….and myself and a couple of other friends, we enjoyed dancing… we accompanied the elder sister of my good friend… but even though dancing was nice…the atmosphere inside the club was quite stuffy…and smelled of cigarette smoke.Anyway…it was during one of those parties that I was introduced to N. who had accompanied the boyfriend of our guest. And it was the first time that I didn’t dance…I was almost 18…and N. was 26 doing his ACCA part time while working at a private bank. We spent the whole evening sitting in a sofa amidst the loud music, the smell of cigarette and sweat… and yet…we were in our own private universe…it seemed that we were just the two of us…sitting quietly in a meadow..chatting. There was indeed a connection…a spark between us.I didn’t feel any sexual urges towards him…its just that I wanted to keep talking with him…spend time in his company…listening to his laughs.. Was I in love? I don’t know… probably…it was definitely a strong infatuation. He was talking to me properly…intent on what I was saying…he considered me like his equal. He too confided in me… he was single…had been in one serious relationship before and it ended up. He was very classy, sophisticated, well mannered. I don’t know for whatever reasons, he got interested in me. . In those days there was no mobile phones (or at least there was.. the only mobile phone company on the island was charging Rs 40/min and additionally the handsets were the sizes of soap bars!!) and thus we couldn’t keep in touch. He occasionally called me at home, while I was very güvenilir bahis siteleri hesitant about calling him. He came to meet me a couple of times and told me that he was interested in taking our friendship to another level … thus, we started going out.He came to meet me daily after school/tuition and we went for a snack before he brought me home. He even came to meet Grandma and my Aunty introducing himself and told them that he was going out with me and reassuring them that he would never hurt me and that he would ensure that I keep focused on my priorities which were my studies. It was quite cocky of his part…but Grandma and Aunty appreciated the gesture, trusted and loved him for that!My friends were so jealous!! It seemed that I had landed Prince Charming. And he was indeed very charming… He also came from a well off family – he had his own personal car, they had a very nice bungalow in the west at Flic en Flac, but he was determined to make it on his own. He was having a wonderful career at the bank and intended to achieve way more.He didn’t make any physical move towards me in the first week we went out… Our first kiss was electrifying… I felt myself tingle all over my body…from the tip of my hair to my toes…I almost had an orgasm…I had never been kissed like that before…I literally melted in his arms and his mouth…I hugged him so tight… and yet it wasn’t enough!! I wanted to sort of hug him till we merged together to become one. I confided in him that although I was a virgin, I did have some sexual experience. He laughed and said that he would never take advantage of me…and to always do only what I felt at ease to do with him. He never once judged me for my promiscuity.And after that first kiss, we rapidly graduated to other sexual plays…I prided youwin giriş myself in showing him my prowess at fellatio. He had a nice cock…around 17 cm but quite thin…and shaved like I loved it!! I adored his cock…and I took every opportunity to express this adoration.He had big round balls….and I loved the feeling of rolling them in my fingers and my mouth!! The first time I sucked him…he was in shock…he didn’t know how good I was!! And when I sucked on his asshole…he almost passed out!! But that didn’t mean to say that he didn’t enjoy it!! He loved it. I sucked him to completion all the time…swallowing his cum…or rubbing it on my tits… I got him to eat me…lick me… finger me… we spent our private time in his home…his parents were almost never home…or we went to his family bungalow. He never pressured me to fuck…and while my body was aching for his cock to penetrate me…my mind made me hold back.We were meeting almost daily…but for physical intimacy, it was about once a week. He was quite busy with his work and his ACCA, and he also made sure that I didn’t neglect my HSC.He was very good at oral sex and masturbation, he obviously had lots of experience. I loved being on my back with my thighs wide open enjoying his tongue giving me a good lashing! I had loads of toe curling orgasms from his licking. I enjoyed those sessions a lot. I guess I was very much in love…and indeed I started fantasizing about life together in the future… like most girls of my age…I even started practicing my signature with his family name!!But like all dreams, there was a time to wake up…fortunately for me, it wasn’t an abrupt wake up call. I got wake up alarms earlier on. It came after I sat for the exams… The first wake up call was once when we were discussing k**s… He youwin güvenilir mi told me that I would be making a great mother. I confided in him my medical condition and that I wouldn’t be able to have c***dren. I saw the look on his face change… he just said Oh!! I knew something had changed in the way he saw me.Then the second wake up call came when we were discussing what I would be doing with my future, and I told him that I would do whatever he wanted me to do… He answered that I should be doing what I wanted…not what he wanted! That we were good friends…and that he was very happy to share a special bond with me…but that shouldn’t be an obstacle for me to study and have my own career. I knew then and there that he didn’t envisage any future with me. It was very logical and mindful of him…but there was still a pang to my heart. We didn’t drift apart. My parents had been urging me to come to Brussels for my studies…the family would be reunited again. But I was thinking about studying in Mauritius just to be near N. and then, one day he dropped the bombshell… He was encouraging me to go to Brussels as he himself was thinking of going to Australia for further studies. I was miserable inside…but I showed a strong face. I then told him that since long distance relationships didn’t really work out, it would be better if we broke up. He agreed but said that we didn’t need to break up before we had to go to our respective universities.It was my first heartbreak… I went home…thinking that I would never be meeting someone like N. again before. I braced myself up, and decided that I would be enjoying my university life. I would once more become the butterfly I once was…and that I wouldn’t open up my heart again to a man. I decided that it was time for me to upscale my sexual skills…I would no longer be performing only masturbation and oral sex. But I didn’t want to give my virginity to any Tom, Dick and Harry…I didn’t want to give it to somebody insignificant, during a drunken party… I decided then that I would be offering my flower to N. as a parting gift.S.