Rani's First Boyfriend - Part 1

((Here is a short story depicting Rani's first experience with sex and a boyfriend. Obviously, this takes place years before she meets Arthur and the rest of the harem, so she's still becoming the Rani we know and love. Let me know what you think!))

Rani woke in the early afternoon of a warm spring day, with the sunlight warming her bed. The bright sun on satin sheets released the freshly vacuumed scent of the carpet fibers. The lemony citrus air stirred her nostrils. She opened her eyes slowly to see the vaulted ceiling above her. Sliding, she slipped out of her bed, letting the sheet fall away to reveal her naked form. She stood, stretched, scratched her neck, cracked her back, and pulled on her robe. She fastened the silk sash around her stomach and put on her slippers. 


She stumbled through the pristine room into the bathroom, and by the time she left it, she was only half awake. Still, her makeup was done, and she knew her mom would be happy to see that. She dressed in her ruby silk pajama shorts and top and decided to descend to the kitchen for a late breakfast. The long hallway opened to the grand stairwell at the front of the house, and she hesitated as she saw people at the bottom. Her father, his brother, and one of her cousins. 


“Happy birthday, Beta!” Her father’s voice rang from the bottom of the stairs as Rani reached the top. “You’re not even dressed!” 


“I just woke up Papa.” Rani said, wiping her eyes with her arm. 


“Ah, we let you sleep too long! You shouldn’t have gone back to bed after temple this morning!” Her father called. “Go, get dressed! Your guests will be here soon!” 


Rani checked her phone. She had slept late but knew she had hours before anyone showed up for the party tonight. Her father wouldn’t let the excuse for a party slip by. He liked to celebrate, and she didn’t mind when she was finally the focus for a night. 


“Okay, Papa. I’ll be down soon.” Rani lied. 


It was an hour before she descended the grand stairs, now dressed in the saree her mother had picked for her. The traditional garment wasn’t her favorite, but it was what her family expected and was more manageable than an argument. Also, it was comfortable, and she didn’t mind since her mother specifically chose this one for its beautiful gold embroidery encasing sheets of deep green fabric. She almost felt like a bride descending the stairs to see her sister waiting at the bottom. 


“What are you doing here, Didi?” Rani asked, surprised. “I thought you’d be at school!” 


“Princeton isn’t that far away.” Her sister smiled. “Besides, it’s spring break! And I wanted to come home for your birthday!” 


The two hugged, and then her sister held her at arm’s length and examined her sari. It was a bolder statement than the dress her oldest sister wore, but it was beautiful. 


“I can’t believe you’re eighteen already.” Her sister said. “It seems like just yesterday you were running to Mummy to tattle on me for this or that.” 


“I never tattled.” Rani said defensively. 


“You did.” Her sister laughed. “You’d never let anyone get away with anything.” 


Rani smiled. “I’m glad you’re here, Nandhini.” 


“Me too.” Nandhini said, taking Rani’s arm. “Come on, Mummy, Nani, and Dadi are overseeing the caterers, and you can bet they’ll be glad for a distraction over their fretting.” 


“Ha.” Rani laughed. “Poor caterers.” 


Sure enough, when Rani and Nandhini entered the kitchen, the three older women immediately rushed toward them to the relief of a harassed catering staff member who welcomed the reprieve. Rani’s mother, grandmother, and paternal grandmother dithered over the sari she wore, touching the fabric and fringes, pulling at it, adjusting where it fell. The wrap covered her, but she’d left a strip of her stomach bare, showing off her flat stomach.  


“Oh, come now, leave the poor girl alone.” A woman who looked like an older, wrinkled version of Rani shooed her mother away. 


“Nani!” Rani said, hugging the older woman. 


“Oof. Be gentle, Beta. My ribs aren’t what they used to be.” The old woman squeezed Rani, but her hug was gentle. 


“I’m so happy you’re back from vacation.” Rani said, laughing. 


“Oh, it’s good to be back. Look at our girl, all grown up now!” Nani said, holding Rani at arm’s length to gaze at her. “Your hair is a mess. I’ll brush it for you.” 


Rani rolled her eyes. “Thank you, Nani.” 


“Come on. I leave the kitchen in your hands, Kaarika.” Nani said to Rani’s mother, kissing her cheek before she led Rani away from the kitchen. 


Seated at a vanity in Nani’s bedroom, Rani gazed into the oval mirror, admiring herself. Behind her, her grandmother gently brushed her thick black hair until every strand fell perfectly into place. 


“Are you nervous?” Nani asked. 


Rani smiled. “Excited, but yes, some nerves.” 


“I hear this boy is a good one.” Nani said. “Good family, good prospects. He’s going to Princeton?” 


“Yes.” Rani said, still smiling. “And he’s handsome, Nani. So handsome.” 


“And?” Nani asked. 


“And what?” Rani asked. 


“He’s handsome, and…” Nani prompted as she brushed out a tangle. 


“And what else is there? You know what I know about him.” Rani said. “He’ll make a very suitable boyfriend.” 


Her grandmother sighed. “He does not have to be your boyfriend or your husband, Beta. You know this, yes? He is a suggestion. A prospect. He is no more your future husband than some man you might find on one of those apps you young people are obsessed with. The Tindermatch.” 


Rani giggled. “I know, Nani. But… he’s handsome, comes from a good family, and his parents are friends with Papa. He’s going into law. He’s a good match.” 


“Who cares about law?” Nani said. “I thought you wanted to be an engineer, like your father?” 


Rani’s smile shifted slightly. “I do.” She said. “I swear, sometimes the only way to have a conversation with Papa is to ask him for help with my projects.” 


Her Nani frowned. “He loves you. He is a good man, your Papa. He spoils you too much, but I can’t blame him. You are easy to spoil.” She pinched Rani’s cheek, and Rani laughed. 


“Nani…” Rani asked, shifting her tone and the conversation to something more serious. “Were you nervous when you met Nana for the first time?” 


“Well, yes.” Her Nani said, looking into the mirror as if she were looking at a reflection of a much younger woman. “But it was my wedding day, so there were many things to be nervous about.” 


Rani smiled and blushed, looking down to her lap. 


“Things were different then. It was a different time, and we were in a different country. Your parents met a few weeks before their wedding. And you? You’re meeting this young man years before anyone would expect you to marry.” 


Rani smiled. “But I could, couldn’t I? If things go well, and he likes me and thinks I’m beautiful, then we could get married right away, and I could get fat.” 


Her Nani laughed and kissed the crown of her head as she held Rani’s face in her hands. “You should finish school first.” 


“He’ll be finished with school in two years.” Rani said. “Then he’ll have to go to law school, but–” 


“Not him.” Nani said, patting Rani’s shoulder. “You. Your education is important, too, Beta. You are too smart to waste your talents. You can contribute to this world in more ways than I ever could, and you will, one day.” 


“What do you mean?” Rani asked, confused. 


“I mean that you are not destined to marry young and get fat living in another man’s mansion while you pop out children for the rest of your days, Beta! You want to be an engineer! You are going to design great things! And one day, those inventions of yours will help the world!” 


“Thanks, Nani.” Rani said, smiling. “But I don’t know what will happen in the future. I might not do well at Princeton.” 


“You will.” Nani said, squeezing Rani’s shoulder. “They would be foolish to pass on a student like you. Now, come on, help me check on the yard for the party. Those caterers don’t know what they’re doing.” 


“Yes, Nani.” Rani said, taking the older woman’s hand. 


When the guests arrived, the grounds and house were ready to welcome them. Rani’s friends from school, hobbies, and temple arrived in waves and droves with their families. Her father spared no expense in the celebration. A stage in the backyard held a band of musicians playing their hearts out. A dance floor spread out below the stage, with a platform to the side for Rani to sit. 


She was the princess of the evening, and all eyes were on her as she entered. Her grandparents were there to greet her, and she bowed and touched their feet, completing the tradition with all the reverence expected. She smiled, and her mother took her to her seat, saying hello to her friends on the way. 


The spring air was cooler than expected, but there was a bonfire going, and warm drinks were served to the children, not to mention plenty of food. Rani swiped a laddu ball and popped it into her mouth before her mother noticed. Rani smiled sweetly, nodding, bowing, hugging, and shaking hands with her friends, family, and guests, greeting each of them as her mother expected. 


By the time she made it to her chair, she was starving. 


“It’s almost time for cake.” Her mother said. 


“Which is your way of saying to be patient?” Rani asked. 


Her mother smiled. “But first, I want you to meet someone. Amir?” Her mother’s question caught the attention of a tall young man a pace away, and he turned to face them. 


Amir was tall, dark, and handsome in a way that seemed foundational to the phrase. His hair was a mess of dark trusses on his head, wrestled into a semblance of order and slowly falling out of place again. His eyes were dark brown, almost oaken, but his smile was bright. His jaw was sharp, and his shoulders were as firm as his handshake when he took Rani’s hand. 


“Amir, this is my daughter, Rani. Rani, this is Amir.” No further explanation was necessary; they knew who the other was and who they might become to each other. This introduction was a mere formality, a box checked. Still, Rani felt the heat in her chest flush through her face as her honey-brown eyes met Amir’s dark gaze. 


She parted her lips to speak but forgot what she was going to say. Her mother’s elbow, out of sight as it pressed into Rani’s kidney from behind, reminded her. 


“Welcome.” Rani said. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” 


Amir smiled as he released her hand. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, too.” 


“I’ll leave the two of you alone.” Her mother said, smiling. “But I’ll be right over there.” She nodded toward the buffet. “If you need anything.” 


“Thank you, Mummy.” Rani said, reaching for her mother but missing her in her dash toward the food. Rani’s stomach growled after her in envy. 


Amir offered her his hand. “Do you dance?” 


“I’ve been meaning to learn.” Rani said. “Could you teach me?” 


“I can teach you.” Amir smiled and led her to the dance floor. 


Despite the dance lessons she’d taken over the years, Rani had never mastered dance-floor dynamics. In Rani’s perfect world, bodies in motion were theoretical and on paper. Her body in motion didn’t have much practice dancing with boys at parties. Her older sister and her boyfriend stole the show. For that, Rani was thankful for once. 


Amir smiled as they danced, and Rani smiled at him in return. He didn’t complain when Rani bumped into him or when she stepped on his foot. The music was too loud to converse much, which was a shame, but he was pretty to look at, so Rani didn’t complain either. 


After their dance, Rani’s stomach growled again, and she took Amir’s arm. “Would you care for some food?” 


“I’m not particularly hungry.” Amir said. “I filled up on appetizers.” 


“Oh, okay.” Rani said, slightly confused about how to proceed in a direction that would allow her to remain with Amir and fill her stomach. Unfortunately, she was too quiet and didn’t speak up before the next song started. 


Their dancing continued and continued and continued. Four songs later, Rani’s stomach was nearly in control of her entire body. She was about to take Amir by the hand and lead him to the buffet when her mother tapped her shoulder. 


“It’s time for cake!” Her mother said, excited. “Are you ready, Beta?” 


“Mummy.” Rani sighed. “Are we really doing that?” 


“Yes, now go wash your hands.” Her mom said, ushering Rani away and leaving Amir on the dance floor. Rani sighed. There were many people here, more than two dozen beyond her family and twenty-two family members, including her aunts, uncles, and cousins. She scrubbed, then stood by the cake as her father made the announcement. 


Those who wanted to partake in the tradition lined up. The party sang the birthday song to Rani, who smiled through it despite the urge to hide under the table. Then the guests proceeded in line as Rani fed each of them a chunk of the fancy tiered cake behind her. She did her best not to destroy anyone’s makeup, but as usual, very few of them returned the favor when the reversal came about. 


Rani’s face was a plaster of chocolate icing by the end of the chain. Amir had taken particular care to boop her nose with his icing-coated finger, but he’d at least gotten a morsel of cake into her mouth first. He’d blushed when she closed her lips around his fingers, but Rani kept her eyes on his. 


Excusing herself to clean up, Rani went to the bathroom, washing and redressing her face. 


“So, what do you think of Amir?” Her sister asked, standing in the doorway while Rani touched up her makeup. 


“He’s so hot, Navya.” Rani said, carefully re-applying her eyeshadow. “And he seems to like me.” 


“What have you two talked about?” Navya asked. 


“Nothing, really. We’ve been dancing.” Rani said. “I was hoping to talk to him while we ate, but then Mummy pulled me aside for cake.” 


“You haven’t eaten?” Navya asked, surprised. “You’re usually stuffing your face at these things.” 


Rani frowned but continued to apply her makeup. 


“It’s a wonder you’re not three hundred pounds instead of… what are you now?” Navya asked, adjusting her hip as she sized Rani with her gaze. 


“None of your business.” Rani said, annoyed. “Not everyone can be as skinny as you.” 


“Don’t worry, Rani. I’m teasing you. If anything, I’m jealous of your fat ass. The guys always seem to pay more attention to you than they do me.” 


“They pay attention to Didi if any of us. She’s got the boobs they like.” Rani frowned. “I should get back out there before she and Amir get chatting.” 


Navya laughed. “Doesn’t Didi have a boyfriend now? She’s not going to steal your little Princeton Prince.” 


Rani smiled and finished her makeup. “He’s not my anything. Not yet.” She stood straight and checked her reflection, adjusting her sari and pulling the shoulder sash tighter. She fluffed her hair and adjusted her jewelry. The gold dangle on her forehead, tipped with a red ruby, jangled as she moved but fell straight when she stood straight. 


“You look beautiful, Rani.” Her sister said from the doorway, offering her hand to pull Rani back to the party. 


When they returned to the party, Rani checked the faces nearby for Amir but couldn’t spot him. The couples on the dance floor were a mixture of ages, but Amir wasn’t among them. With no duties to occupy her and no Amir to talk to, Rani beelined for the food while her sister started talking to one of their cousins.


Rani filled her plate with her favorites in line for food while leaving behind the rest. The menu was chosen specifically for the food she liked, but there were always those items that came standard with any catering company. Her older sister, Sanjana, was in line across from her, with their youngest sibling and brother holding on to her leg as Sanjana filled his plate for him. 


“Happy birthday, Rani.” Sanjana said. 


“Happy birfday!” Arivarsaran said, hopping to see Rani over the table. 


Rani smiled. “Thank you, Little Ari, and thank you, Sanjana. Papa really went for it with this party, didn’t he?” 


“Well, you are his favorite daughter.” Sanjana said, smiling so it was absent of any venom. 


Rani smiled, knowing that it was probably true. 


“You and Papa spend so much time together in his workshop.” Sanjana continued. “It’s a wonder you even bothered to have a party.” 


Rani’s lips twitched. “Oh, don’t exaggerate. We share a passion for math and science, that is all. He also has plenty in common with Didi; they talk about politics all the time.” 


Sanjana shook her head. “I’m just teasing you, Rani.” She assured her. “But you are his favorite.” She winked. “How are things going with the boy Mummy introduced you to?” 


“He’s nice.” Rani said. “And hot.” She laughed. “Do you know him from school?” 


“No.” Sanjana shook her head. “He’s not a linguistics major, and Princeton is a big school.” 


“Right.” Rani said. “Does Didi know him?” 


Sanjana shrugged. “Nandhini didn’t say anything to me about him, and Navya didn’t seem to know him either.” 


“Well, that’s not surprising. Navya barely goes to class.” Rani said, shaking her head in disapproval. 


“She does well enough.” Sanjana shrugged. “But she is a slacker, yeah.” 


The girls laughed, and Rani left the buffet to sit with some of her friends from school as she ate. They complimented her, her dress, and the party as they had their fun, but Rani only smiled and ate. Her friends were from a mixture of cultures and ethnicities, so some of the traditions at the party didn’t make much sense to them, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves anyway. 


Rani watched them as she ate, glad for the reprieve and the food. Their reactions to everything Indian were sometimes amusing. To Rani, this was all standard event decor for her family. Her dress, while lovely, wasn’t exotic. To her friends, however, there was an added layer of uniqueness to everything that made her even more enticing. 


“There you are, Beta!” Her father’s voice cut into a quieter moment among her friends. “Excuse us for a minute, won’t you?” He asked her friends. “I need to borrow the birthday girl.” 


Rani shoved the last ball of laddu on her plate into her mouth and rose to join her papa as he gestured for her. 


“Having fun?” Her father asked. 


“Yes, Papa!” Rani said, excited. 


“Good!” Her father smiled. “I saw you dancing with that boy earlier, Amir?” 


Rani smiled. 


“You like him?” 


Rani nodded. 


“He wasn’t too familiar, was he? You were dancing awfully close.” Her father’s voice carried that tone of protectiveness she knew all too well. 


“No, Papa.” Rani said, squeezing her dad’s arm. “He was a perfect gentleman.” 


“Glad to hear it. I’d hate to ruin your party by punching some young man on the nose.” Her father laughed, and Rani laughed with him. In all the years she’d known him, her father was the strongest man she knew, but she couldn’t imagine him becoming violent with anyone. He was as strong as a lion and as gentle as a cat. 


“There she is, the birthday girl!” An unfamiliar voice reached Rani’s ears. 


“Here she is!” Her father said. “Rani, I’d like you to meet Manas Khosla, Amir’s father, and Bhavna Khosla, Amir’s mother.” 


“Oh, it’s nice to meet you.” Rani said, smoothing her sari out of reflex as they nodded their bow to each other.


“Happy birthday.” Manas said with a smile. “You’re quite a beautiful young woman, now! And your father tells me you’re attending Princeton in the fall?” 


“Yes.” Rani said. “I’m going into their Electrical and Electronics Engineering program.” 


“Ah, that is one of your father’s degrees, is it not?” Manas asked. 


“Yes. He also has computer science and programming degrees, but I’m more interested in hardware than software. We’ll see, though. I may pursue my Master’s degree in engineering or transition into physics of some other kind.” Rani said. 


“Impressive!” Bhavna said, taking her husband’s arm. “But you shouldn’t need to do all that. Amir will be in law school soon enough.” 


Rani raised an eyebrow, confused as to what that had to do with it. “What does Amir have to do with it?” 


Her father chuckled. “Well, if things go well between you and Amir and you get married, you won’t have to worry about engineering. Manas is one of the top corporate lawyers in the state, and Amir will follow in his footsteps. You'll be well provided for.” 


Rani looked at her father. “I enjoy engineering. Well, I enjoy a lot of things, but not all of them are fiscally responsible degree options.” She corrected. 


“Oh?” Bhavna asked. “What else do you enjoy? Cooking?” 


Rani shook her head. “I’m terrible in the kitchen.” 


Her father laughed, patting her on the back. “She’s modest.” He said. “And maybe too accustomed to having the cook make everything for her.” 


“I enjoy photography.” Rani said. “And horseback riding. I’ve competed and won first place last year–” 


“She has many hobbies!” Her father interrupted her. “But she knows how to run a household well. She’s fantastic with numbers and very religious.” 


“I am?” Rani asked, surprised as she looked at her father. 


Her father laughed. “So modest.” He said, patting Rani on the back. “Why don’t you go find Amir and see if he wants another dance?” 


“I’m tired of dancing.” Rani said. “I was thinking I might–” 


“Nonsense! Go find Amir, princess. We grown-ups have some chatting to do.” Her father patted her on the back, and Rani took the signal as intended. Dismissed, she left her father to talk about whatever he wanted to talk about with Amir’s parents, and she moved toward the dance floor, where she found Amir dancing with one of her friends from school. 


She waited, and when the dance ended, her friend spotted her. She looked between Amir and Rani as they looked at each other, frowned, and excused herself. 


Amir offered Rani his hand and moved to pull her onto the dance floor, but she pulled him instead. 


“Do you want to walk?” Rani asked. “I thought maybe I could show you the stables?” 


Amir glanced over his shoulder at their parents, who were talking. He returned his attention to Rani. “Do you think we can sneak away?” 


Rani smiled and nodded. She gestured, and he followed her. The two of them held hands as Rani led him behind the buffet, around the corner, and disappeared into the garden. Only then did she realize she was still holding his hand and blushed when Amir didn’t release her. 


“It’s a nice party.” Amir said. “Your family is very rich. Is it new money?” 


“My Papa made his fortune before I was born.” Rani said. 


“But his family doesn’t have money?” Amir asked. 


“His family in India?” Rani asked, moving slightly closer to Amir so their arms brushed each other. The skin of his forearm against the skin of hers sent chills down her spine. 


“Yeah.” Amir said, admiring the flowers they passed. 


“Not that I know of.” Rani said, shrugging. “My Dadi and Dada live with us.” 


“Ah.” Amir said. “My family is wealthy and has been for a few generations now. Our house in India is much bigger than this one.” 


Rani nodded, not sure of what to say. The house was huge, and the property was an expanse, but she’d seen the palaces of the wealthy in India that put her house to shame. Her family’s wealth was never much of a concern to her, but now she wondered if the lack of its generational nature was a problem for this handsome young man whose touch thrilled her. 


“I plan to be as rich when I finish school.” Rani said. “I’ll invent something, design something, or maybe start my own engineering firm.” 


Amir laughed. 


“What?” Rani asked. 


“Why would you bother with any of that?” Amir asked. “Just marry wealthy. Surely that’s why our parents are talking. They want you to marry well.” 


Rani was quiet. “Would you want to marry me?” 


Amir was quiet now, clearly thinking about it. “Honestly? I’m not sure. I’d want to be sure before proposing, obviously.” 


“What do you mean you’re not sure?” Rani asked. 


“I mean we don’t know each other.” Amir pointed out. “This is, in a way, our first date. We’ve never kissed, we’ve never been together. I don’t know what you like or dislike or anything about you other than what your parents told my parents.” 


“Are you suggesting we kiss or get to know one another?” Rani asked. 


“Do you want to kiss?” Amir asked, surprised. 


Rani looked at him. “I want to do more than kiss.” Rani said. “But I’m nervous.” 


“Why are you nervous?” Amir asked, stopping them as they walked. They were on a dirt path halfway between the gardens and the stables. The fence beside them was unlit, but they could make out the silhouettes of the horses grazing beneath the moon.


Rani turned to face Amir, lifting her eyes to his but stopping momentarily on his lips. Her lips parted, and she swallowed. “I’ve never kissed before.” She said. 


Amir raised an eyebrow. “Never?” 


“I’ve never done anything with a boy before.” Rani said. 


Amir licked his lips. “Would you like to?” 


“I already said I would.” Rani said. “Weren’t you listening?” 


“So what are you waiting for?” Amir asked. 


“I’m waiting for you to kiss me.” Rani said as if explaining something to someone slow. “Are you going to?” 


Amir answered her by kissing her. His mouth was warmer against his than she expected, and his lips more aggressive. She firmed her own to match his but found it hard to breathe. She squeaked in surprise when Amir’s hand wrapped around her waist and landed on her ass. He squeezed the flesh there, and Rani felt heat building inside her. She went to her toes, pushing her body against his. 


“Oh, you like that?” Amir asked, pulling away. 


Rani answered him by kissing him again, letting her hand wander against him. He was soft beneath his shirt, not rigid like she expected. She didn’t mind that, but his frame suggested a musculature she didn’t find with her fingers. She moved her hand to his back. 


“Have you ever seen a dick?” Amir asked. 


Rani stumbled from what seemed like a nonsequitur question, but she answered honestly anyway: “Not in real life, in a situation like this.” 


“You want to see one?” Amir asked. 


“Sure.” Rani said, shrugging. 


“Show me your tits.” Amir said. 


“What?” Rani asked, confused. 


“You want to see my dick, so show me your tits.” Amir explained. 


Rani hesitated, but only for a moment. The warmth in her core flushed into her chest as she lifted her top to show him her breasts. Her front-facing boobs were on the smaller side but bigger than most of her sisters, so she was happy with that. The most significant part was toward the bottom, where her breasts curved into full cups. Otherwise, her breasts were athletic and close together, with her nipples black against her dark brown skin. 


Amir lowered his face to one and sucked a nipple into his mouth. 


Rani gasped, the feeling of Amir’s teeth against her nipple harsher than she expected. “Ow!” She said, wincing. 


“You like that?” Amir asked. 


“Uh… no, not really.” Rani said. “You bit me.” 


“Yeah, you liked it.” Amir said, shaking his head. “Look, your nipple is all stiff and erect from it.” 


His saliva and the evening breeze had more to do with that than his actions, but Rani realized she should keep her mouth shut if she wanted to see where this went. She liked this boy. He was handsome and in college. She was eighteen now and about to graduate high school. She needed to know what he enjoyed, what guys liked, in general, but specifically him if things went well. 


“What do you like?” Rani asked. 


“I like getting my dick sucked.” Amir said, smiling as he unzipped his pants. “Get on your knees, you filthy slut.” 


Rani nearly balked at the term, but his hands on her shoulders pushed her to the ground. She lifted her sari in time to not stain it with the dirt, putting her knees directly onto the grass beneath her. She looked straight ahead and saw Amir’s dick waiting for her. 


It was smaller than she expected. She’d seen porn, and those dicks had been massive. This was barely longer than her fist and narrower than she expected. 


“Go on.” Amir said, angling his hips so he came within a hair’s breadth of her lips. “Open your mouth.” 


Rani opened her mouth, and Amir hissed as he pushed his dick inside. 


“What your teeth, bitch. Open your mouth wider.” Amir said. 


Rani opened her mouth wider. 


“Now suck it, don’t just sit there.” Amir said. 


Rani didn’t know exactly what he meant but did her best. She closed her lips around him and sucked. Almost immediately, he put her hands on either side of her head and pulled her forward, slamming her nose into his wiry bush. He smelled terrible, but Rani tried not to let that bother her. The pain in her nose was sharp, and she closed her eyes to push through it as they watered from the sudden impact.


She’d always been curious about blow jobs and sex, and now she had a willing participant. She wanted to see it through. Amir seemed to know what he was doing, so she followed his lead. 


The only problem was, on the fourth time he slammed her nose into his wiry bush, the very tip of his dick tickled her swinging uvula, and she gagged. 


Just as her throat started convulsing, Amir came. He squirted his seed into her mouth in the first blast. The second arced wide as Rani pushed him away and bent over to the side. She vomited over the fence, losing everything she’d eaten at the party and tasting it with an extra layer of salt that burned her throat. 


“Gross.” Amir said, zipping himself back up. 


“I’m sorry.” Rani said, apologizing as she wiped her face. 


“It’s okay. I probably shouldn’t have tried to make you deepthroat me on your first blowjob. You’re obviously too inexperienced for that, and my cock is too big for you.” Amir said. “I’m sorry I ruined your makeup.” He gestured to her eyes where the eye-watering pain in her nose had caused her mascara to run. “Are you done throwing up?” 


Rani took a breath. “Yeah.” She said. “Do you want to–” 


“We should get back to the party.” Amir said, offering his hand to help Rani to her feet. “They’ll be wondering where we went.” 


“Right.” Rani said, nodding. “Good thinking. If my Papa caught us out here, he’d have a fit.” 


Amir scoffed. 


“Was I…” Rani hesitated, clearly nervous. “Was it good? Do you want to… do it again sometime?” 


“Yeah, it was alright.” Amir said, shrugging. “You need some practice.” 


Rani nodded. That made sense. It was the first time she’d seen a man’s dick, much less the first time she’d tried to blow one. She needed to practice to get better at it, at sex in general. For her part, she didn’t see what the hype was about. It was quick, and while not disgusting, it wasn’t particularly pleasurable either. 


The heat had been the best feeling. The build-up and anticipation were better than the execution. Maybe that was what girls got out of it, and boys got their release. She hoped she hadn’t ruined Amir’s by throwing up. The memory embarrassed her. 


“Can you… not tell anyone about me throwing up?” Rani asked. 


“Don’t worry.” Amir said. “This is our secret.” 


“Thank you.” Rani said. “I uh… I’m going to go to the bathroom, I think. I’ll see you back at the party?” 


“Sure.” Amir said as they reached the edge of the garden again. 


Only they didn’t see each other again that night. After Rani cleaned up, rinsed her mouth, settled her stomach, and double-checked that nothing had messed up her clothes, she returned to the yard. Amir and his family had left the party. Some other guests had as well, and once the departures started, they continued until only family remained. 


“Did you have fun tonight?” Her mother asked as Rani and her sisters played cards at one of the tables. 


“Yes.” Rani said, smiling softly. “Thank you, Mummy.” 


“And did you and Amir get along?” Her mom asked. 


Rani smiled. “I think we got along great.” She said. 


“Anytime you want to come and visit him, you can stay with me.” Nandhini said.


“Thanks, Didi.” Rani said, smiling. “I might take you up on that.” 


Nandhini winked at their mother, and the girls laughed as their mom took a sleeping Ari to the house. Rani didn’t tell them what happened with Amir, though she considered confiding in her sisters. Instead, she decided she would explore more and gain more experience. Her older sisters and Amir had classes starting on Monday. Perhaps she could visit Princeton next weekend and have dinner with Amir if he asked her. She knew she could always stay at her sister’s apartment, but she was an adult now. Maybe she would spend the night at Amir’s.