Short Story: Sweet Sensations Part-3

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Although I said it out loud, I realised what I just said. Get hitched!? Really…? Yeah…But… Okay I should anyway. One day. Let’s not leave the words in an empty shell. Right.? But only if it was as easy as said.

“Ek baar just meet Anand aap log. Please don’t say a straight No to my face Maa.!”

I said in a calm voice. Throwing a tantrum and thrashing around won’t work with my parents. The best way is to have discussions. under the surveillance of a white flag. Peace is the key to their doors of acceptance. And I want this relationship to work out. ‘Aunty talks’ from relatives, no matter how close or distant they are, never seem to end. Marriage is mine and I wonder why they are so interested in it. Twenty three and drama is a little amateur for me don’t you think? So this is me trying to talk like a grown up and set things right.

Anand’s face popped up in my mind thinking of the amount of drama he takes from me. Me and my grown up ass will settle down in his lap and cry an entire night with a cup of ice cream thinking about why Kabir Singh had to go through it all. I have a mature self you see.! He just gets me so well.

“Need to talk to dad about this as well. We will let you know. Don’t have high hopes though.”

Said Mom before hanging up. Okay. Something close to positive. Worth having my fingers crossed for. Ugh..!! I get the memes on brown parents a lot more than before these days.

That night… We ended up in his apartment more sweaty rather than drenched in rain. I managed to climb down from his lap back to my seat after some time. We readjusted our clothes to some decency realising we were in a public place. He handed over my bra from the backseat and I slipped it on and pulled my skirt down back to place.

“It’s raining…people won’t see anything so you don’t really have to put it on you know.”

Anand said winking seeing that I put my bra back on.! I just hummed in reply while I felt my cheeks getting red from the blood rush. He turns me on so much.!

I waited for him to start the car. He took the car out from the parking lot and I saw that there were people around. It’s Mumbai, obviously, there will be people around but we were doing something else in the car. Even though the window glasses were glared with rain I got upset all of a sudden thinking what if someone saw us.?

“Nobody saw anything. Even if they did they can fuck off. Stop worrying.”

Anand said as we hit the mainroad. He didn’t care. There would be people whom he might know. Who might know him! He works here. He is a man in this city.

“Seriously… I don’t care if someone I know saw that. This is my space mahn… So don’t think too much and focus on me babe.”

What is this telepathy? I heard him speak again, reading my mind. Am I thinking out loud? I was looking into his eyes with a blank face.

Oooh…he said focus on him huh??! Ahmmmm…

Seeing that we were driving smoothly through the rain, I slowly kept my right hand on his thighs. He was wearing a regular blue jeans. Although the fabric was thick, I knew that my touch reached him. He could feel my hands if I moved them up a little. I hope we won’t get into an accident in between my adventures. I rested my hands on his thigh in comfort for some time without moving. And then I slowly started to trail my hand up, to where he goes weak to my touch.

“What are you doing?”

He asked with an ‘are you serious’ look on his face. A smile lingered on his lips though. He knew what I was trying to do. His eyes were lit in anticipation. He was excited all over again. His hair was damp and it shined in the reflection of traffic lights. His eyes wandered over my face while I replied,

“Focussing on you.!”

I said biting my lower lips and then ran my tongue slowly over my upper lips. His eyes followed my tongue and stayed on my lips for some seconds. He gathered himself back focussing back on the road not wanting to hit the car by now.

“Let’s get you to the room.”

He said softly and I giggled seeing that he was vulnerable to my touch at the moment.

“Let’s go slooow honeyy…”

I sang playfully seeing he speedened the car. I moved my hands further up, touching his member.

“No.. I’m gonna get some of your honey soon.. Hold on tight.”

He said but I kept my hands moving. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as I placed my hands right over his member giving them a small press applying little pressure. And a groan escaped out of him.

“It’s going to be the end of you once we reach the apartment girl.!.”

He threatened me but I don’t fear his touch. I enjoy them. So I didn’t stop and I slowly moved my hands up and down on him like I was stroking his length. He wasn’t hard but I could feel the bulge getting evident once again after he had his release earlier.

He took my hand in his and interwined our fingers together. He interrupted my actions and I showed him my puppy face. He laughed at me shaking his head. I decided not to torture him anymore.

We reached the apartment in a minute and he was in a hurry parking the car and getting us to the lift. We were literally running after getting out of the car. He took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door. I missed this place.

We haven’t met for a month. I know it’s not much of a time but it is. Seems like an eternity. It’s hard sometimes waiting for the right time to sneak out of the house. No matter if you are earning on your own, brown parents won’t let you move out unless you are married. I wish at times if I was born in the west. We tried moving out together. Abroad.! We were a part of our company foreign placements. Both our companies had branches in Canada. Too bad my parents are wiser than me. They immediately understood the plan and told me I wasn’t mature enough to move out alone to another country. Anand decided to stay back as well since I was stuck back here. That was too much for me to ask from him so I didn’t. It was a good opportunity. But he didn’t anyways. It was hard staying away from each other. So I’m grateful that he stayed.

We entered his apartment and he shut the door behind and turned on the lights.The room was lit revealing the pastel green walls.

“You can’t do that while I’m driving.!”

He said, suddenly pinning me against the wall. My hands were held up above my head and he moved close.

“I just did anyway.”

I replied biting my lips again distracting his stare which was focussed on my eyes. I saw him lick his own lips before crashing them on mine. His grip around my hands loosened and they traced to my back feeling my curves and went further down to my hips. He bit on my lower lips asking for entrance and our tongues fought for dominance. I sucked. his tongue moving my lips in and out making him remember my lips being wrapped around something else instead.

“Your lips are tasty.”

He said in between the messy kisses we were exchanging. I felt him press my body against his pulling me closer than ever and holding me in place inside his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers in his hair. I felt his hands move down through my back and rest above my ass. He pressed them real hard and I gasped. He moved my skirt up touching my buttcheecks. He moved his palm in circles and caressed the skin with his nails gently.

I tried to move back, unable to hold back the moans and my knees were going weak, But met with the wall instead. He moved close, pressing me more to him. He rubbed his erection against my thighs and pushed his bulge into me jerking my body at the force. I gasped at the movement.

“Let’s get off of these clothes now.”

He said desperately gripping on the hem of my top moving it over my head. I was left in my bra and skirt. He lifted me up in his arms and took me to the bed in his room.

The blanket, the sheet, the tables, it was all neatly arranged. His room was painted white and he had matching sheets. It was a clean look. Just like how he was. Always neat in his attire. He had this fine touch to all his belongings. I think I am the only exception. I’m the messy girl you will find in the metro, with my hair open and wearing what I saw first inside my wardrobe. I try to be well dressed. So I take care of what I buy so that I can pair it however I want and still have a good look in my casual days. Dolling up ain’t. my thing. But I try to look presentable for my own good.

He placed me gently on the bed. I saw him look at my form. Staring me close from my face and down. I moved my hands through the sides of my neck and trailed them over my breasts, through my stomach outlining my curves and stopped at my hips. I met his eyes knowing he was watching me all the while. I slowly moved my fingers over my skirt and pulled them down through my legs. I sat on the bed never once moving my stare away from his face.

“You are sooo hooot”

He said climbing onto the bed. His hands reached out to my wet panties which had floral prints on them. His eyes lingered over the design for sometime and he outlined the flowers printed on them with his finger for some moments and pulled me close by my legs.

“Time for the flower to bloom open..”

He said pulling my panties down in a swift motion and I gripped the sheets as I felt his cold fingers over my folds.