Your lie that night

Chapter 6

It was Friday, and finally, the condition of the country was improving. The king had to surrender in front of the people and soon the country was going to get its first republican president. It was a moment of celebration for all people but me. Shreyan was going to return the very next day and till then there was no improvement in our relationship. There was still confusion What he thinks about me? What was I to him?

My mood was off since the morning. As the lockdown was over from shops, to market, from theaters to bus all were running from that day. All were happy even Shreyan seemed unaffected by the fact that he was going to leave me. It was just me who was in agony. The whole day I tried to talk with Shretyan but sometimes Krish and sometimes mom dad used to come in between. Was that's all between us? Was that the end of our affection?

The day went by and the night came. we all had a barbeque in the roof and when everyone went downstairs for their bedroom when it was too late, it was then when I got alone time with Shreyan. We were sitting on a mattress in front of hardly burning coal both silent and numb.

'So you are leaving tomorrow', I whispered feeling low of myself

'I guess so', and silence again was that all he had to say before he left. I was quite disappointed before when he used to get the time of being with me alone, he showed as if he was attached to me but that time, he wasn't even considering me a woman there.

'I guess, I should sleep now', I stood up and turned around for the stairs

'Stop', my leg stood still with his word

'What?'

He stood from the mattress, 'Be with me for one last time'.

'Why do you think it’s the last time', I said when he walked toward me

'Because I want to spend time with you now as if this is the last time I am seeing you', he said cupping up my face with his hands.

'Then why you act like you don't care, why you act as if I am not a woman to you'

'I never saw anyone as I see you, You are the first person with whom I couldn't control myself'

'Then why are you holding back', I whispered the agony of him going away from me was killing every shyness, awkwardness, and nervousness of me.

'Don't look me like that, if you do again, I don't know what will I do?'

'Then do whatever you want, I need you, I need all of you'

He stared into my eyes and pushed me against the bar cupping my lips with his. I sucked his lips and he sucked mine, his hands were running through my hair and mine through his chest. We were forced against each other in that cold we both were sweating like a hell. He moved his hand through my back and untied my bra strip with his hand. I don’t know what happened to him. He stopped after that. He turned around and went toward the door, I stopped him, 'why are you doing this to me'

'I don't want you to regret this in the morning'

'I won't, this is the dream of mine from my childhood. Please don't leave me this miserable', I cried tears rolled down from my eyes. he pulled me toward him and hugged me tight into his arms. He licked the tears from my eyes and kissed my forehead, lifting me on his arm he took me downstairs to my room. He pushed me hard against the wall and pulled my off-shoulder t-shirts below my breast exposing my n*****s. He ran his tongue licking my neck and then chest smoothly playing with my n*****s making me more miserable with it's every movement, I began moaning. I couldn’t get enough of him. I threw him to my bed and undid his shirt revealing his bare packed chest and abs. I was licking it, as I had imagined after seeing it for the first time. He opened the zip of my paints and ran his hand inside my underpants. My p***y wasn't shaven but it was not my concern, the pleasure I was getting from it was my concern, he kept on playing with my n*****s and began ribbing my vaginal area with his fingers. I was fully onto him by then, there was nothing left of myself. I began to moan out of pleasure, 'More more', I was crying. Neither he nor I cared about waking up Krish and my parents we were driven into the ocean of satisfaction. I was tired and sore but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me, all the time. His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him. I got on top of him. I’d never done it before. I couldn’t really believe it; I was doing this. I was inventing something. I held him and put him in. He felt deeper in me. I’ll never forget it. I was in charge and he liked it. I held his hands down. He pretended he was trying to break free. I let my t**s touch his face. He went mad; he bucked. He split me in two. I pushed down. I couldn’t believe it. One of his fingers flicked over my bum. I did it to him. He lifted and heaved. I couldn’t believe it. There was no end to it, no end to the new things. He did something. I copied him. I did something. He did it back. He took me from behind. I pushed back, forced more of him into me. I sucked him. He licked me. I made him come on my stomach. He sucked my toes. And finally, I wasn't a bvirgin anymore. We slept driven into each other, the whole night and I slept on the top of him naked.