Anika walked down the narrow corridor of her old family home, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the patterned tile floor. At 18, she was a vision of youthful elegance...tall and graceful with a dusky, sunkissed skin tone that glowed like warm caramel under the light. Her long, curly hair was tied back in a loose ponytail that swayed with each step, a few rebellious strands framing her face. She wore a simple blue kurta that clung to her perfect curves: full, rounded breasts that strained gently against the fabric, a narrow waist flaring into wide, swaying hips, and a firm, plump ass that filled out her white salwar pants with hypnotic motion. Her backpack bounced lightly against her back as she moved, but it did nothing to hide the natural bounce of her body.

She was the brilliant one. Top of her class every year, the girl teachers praised and parents pointed out as an example. But right now, as she reached her small room at the end of the corridor and closed the door behind her, brilliance felt like a cage.

Anika dropped her bag on the chair and stood in front of the cracked mirror, staring at her reflection. She turned sideways, running her hands slowly down her sides, tracing the generous swell of her hips and the dip of her waist. Her fingers brushed over the curve of her ass, squeezing lightly. God, she looked good. She knew she looked good. So why was she still untouched?

She flopped onto her bed, the thin mattress creaking under her weight. Her mind drifted to her friends..Priya, Nisha, Sneha. All of them the same age, all supposedly “good girls” like her. But their whispered stories during lunch breaks had changed everything.

Priya had lost her virginity to her boyfriend last month in the back of his father’s car. She’d described it in filthy detail: how he’d pushed her skirt up, ripped her panties aside, and fucked her raw until she came so hard she bit his shoulder to stay quiet. Nisha had been even bolder ..her uncle had caught her watching porn one night and “taught” her how to suck cock properly. Now she sneaked into his room almost every night, letting him bend her over and pound her from behind while the rest of the family slept. Sneha’s older cousin had taken her in the terrace one rainy evening, fingering her until she squirted for the first time, then fucking her senseless against the wet wall.

Anika squeezed her thighs together, feeling a familiar, frustrating heat bloom between her legs. Her pussy throbbed..wet, aching, empty. She slid a hand under her kurta, cupping one heavy breast through her bra, pinching the stiff nipple. A soft whimper escaped her lips.

Why not me? she thought, frustration mixing with raw arousal.

She was taller than most of them, prettier, with these perfect, mouth-watering curves that made boys stare when they thought she wasn’t looking. Her dusky skin looked so smooth and soft under the lights, her full lips made for kissing… or wrapping around something thick. Yet here she was...still a virgin. Still the responsible, studious girl while her friends were getting their tight little holes stretched and filled almost daily.

She rolled onto her stomach, pressing her aching pussy against the mattress, grinding slowly. The friction made her bite her lip. In her mind, she imagined it: strong hands gripping her wide hips, a hard cock sliding between her slick folds, pushing deep inside her virgin cunt. She imagined being fucked from behind right here in this corridor, her moans echoing off the peeling walls while someone...anyone...claimed her.

Her curly hair spilled across the pillow as she humped the bed faster, breathing ragged. “Fuck… I want it,” she whispered to the empty room, voice husky with need. “I want to be used like them. I want to feel a cock throbbing inside me, filling me up until I can’t think…”

Anika didn’t know it yet, but her perfect, untouched body was about to become someone’s obsession. And once that door opened, there would be no going back to being the innocent, left-out good girl.

To be continued....