Ramya: a crushing post-deflowering decision

"Wow, I wasn't expecting to do that tonight," I say with a laugh.

Tanner lies beside me on the rug, one arm draped lazily across my waist. His cum is still drying on my cheek and my breast, and I taste him on my breath. The city lights paint soft patterns across our skin through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He reaches up and gently brushes a strand of hair from my face. “You got laid, girl. You okay?” he asks, voice low and rough from exertion.

I turn my head to look at him and smile. “Yeah. You gave me a really great first time, Tanner. It hurt a lot at first, but I barely noticed thanks to you.” I pause, then add with a teasing lilt, “It was good for you too, I trust?”

He lets out a soft laugh, eyes warm. “You don’t act like a virgin, Ramya. You fuck like a pro. I know I’m not supposed to compare, but… you’re the best pussy I’ve ever had. I might have a small crush on you now.”

I know I was good, but his words still thrill me. The only thing virgins fear more than the pain is the prospect of being a lousy lay. Tanner looks like a very satisfied customer. His blunt honesty makes me laugh despite everything. It feels good — no games, no pretending.

He props himself up on one elbow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I love that I got to be your first. That's super hot.”

I raise an eyebrow, amused. “Really? Guys are so weird.”

“I popped your cherry,” he says, clearly proud of himself.

I laugh, unable to help it. “Yes, you did.”

“I made you a woman,” he continues, grinning wider.

I laugh again, shaking my head. “Yes, I'm finally an adult. Thank you.”

The playful moment lingers before his expression softens. He leans in and kisses me again, short pecks now, tender and slow. Tanner is finally spent. My body can start to heal while he holds me close and makes me feel cherished. His cock rubs my thigh and has shriveled to a tiny, thin nub almost swallowed up by his scrotum. It's hard to imagine something so small and non-threatening just changed me forever.

Tanner asks why I was still a virgin. We talk quietly for a while about my family and the arranged marriage expectations. I explain that it’s less strict here in the U.S. than it is in India, but I want to honor my dad. He listens without judgment, then asks about my faith. I tell him it still matters for Christians as it does for Hindus. “I still want to do what my dad wants,” I say softly.

Tanner runs a finger along my outer labia, then holds it up to show the red smear. "How does this change your plans?"

I manage to fight off tears, but it's close. My voice breaks. "It matters less these days, but the groom's family can ask for a virginity test. I'll take a hit."

"Holy shit. That pisses me off," he says.

I smile. "It's okay. I'm 23, and I'm very horny. I've decided to give myself one indiscretion. You were worth it, Tanner."

He studies me for a long moment, eyes sincere. This is not the answer he wanted. “You still want your parents to find you an Indian husband? Then what are you doing with me?”

I meet his gaze and see real affection there and not just lust and conquest. It surprises me how much that affects me.

“I date non-Indians to have fun and get experience,” I say honestly. “I don’t usually let myself get too close. I’m sorry… I misjudged you. The nice apartment, the fancy dinner — I assumed you were just into no-strings fun.”

He gives a small shrug. “The penthouse does make that easy sometimes. But with you… I want more. I want to date you, Ramya. Get to know you for real.”

His comment lands hard. A vision of a future with him flashes through my mind, leaving me warm and cozy inside. I realize I probably have more in common with Tanner than with any Indian guy my parents would choose. I'm certainly way more attracted to him than any Indian man I've ever met. And we have religious compatibility.

He sees it, knows I yearn to be with him. He doesn't press though, opting to lighten the mood. He studies me with open curiosity, and a playful smile lights up his face. "Okay, no secrets. Explain this. I've never had better head. You have very talented lips. Seriously… why are you so good at sucking dick? Most girls aren’t that confident with it.”

I smile, completely at ease. I have nothing to hide with him anymore. “I've had lots of practice. It’s my loophole. I stayed a virgin because of my culture, but I still wanted to learn men. So I got really, really good at fellatio.” I shrug lightly, enjoying the honesty. “I just never let anyone fuck me… until you.”

"I'm such a stud," he says. I shake my head and laugh. "So... did you have a college boyfriend and just suck his dick every day, or..."

I know what Tanner is getting at, and I play along. "I've never had a boyfriend. I can't get too close with the marriage thing looming. So I typically go on two or three dates is all." I run a finger along his strong chest. "I'm sampled a wide variety of cock, Tanner. Many men have ejaculated down my throat. I've swallowed a lot of cum, and I like it."

Tanner’s eyes darken with fresh interest, clearly not turned off in the slightest. "That's hot," he says, and pecks my lips.

I continue, voice warm and teasing, “It’s one of the things I like about you. You shoot very big loads, and I like your taste. I wasn’t lying about that.” I bite my lip, then add with a soft laugh, “I love sucking your dick almost as much as I loved getting fucked by you tonight, Tanner.”

He lets out a surprised laugh, shaking his head. “Good lord, woman. And you’re worried about convincing a guy to marry you because you popped your cherry? I’d be crazy not to go to the courthouse right now if you agreed.”

I laugh with him, the tension easing into something light and comfortable. "I've also been fucked in the ass twice if that interests you. The hymen stays intact, so..." I shrug my shoulders and grin at his shocked look. "You said no secrets."

"Stop, you're going to get me hard again," he teases. "Stay the night. Worry about all this tomorrow. Just be with me tonight and let me take care of you."

I take a breath and say the words before I can overthink them. “I’ll stay if you want me to. And if I’m not too sore… you can fuck me again in the morning.”

Tanner’s grin turns playful. “Only if you get on your hands and knees. I want to see these beauties flopping.”

He cups one of my heavy breasts, thumb brushing the nipple.

I laugh, a little self-conscious but mostly amused. “They kind of already were for you tonight, but okay.” I pause, then ask with genuine curiosity, “Do you really like these saggers?”

“They’re perfect,” he says without hesitation. “And you know you have a great ass.”

“I do,” I reply, smiling confidently. "My ass is the one part of my body I’ve always been proud of since I lost weight. Doggie style in the morning then." The moment feels light and easy, but my heart is still racing. I look at him and add softly, “But when I leave tomorrow… I don’t know where my heart will be.”

Tanner’s expression turns serious again, but warm. “I’ll take that chance.”

I run my fingers through his short hair, feeling bold. “Since I’m staying… I have one request.”

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

I lean in closer, breath on his face. “I saw some hair clippers in your bathroom. I think the bush is a little old-fashioned for someone who’s just been very thoroughly deflowered.” I bite my lip, eyes sparkling. “Will you shave my pussy?”

Author note: This was a linear branch to quickly deflower Ramya and read as a more standalone story. It ends here since she popped. If you have any suggestions for continuing this branch or how to merge with other ones, let me know. I have many other branches with Ramya and Claire losing their virginity already published for you to enjoy.