[31] Beautiful Mistakes
790 Words
The TV was running, when I came out of the shower.
But it didn't even catch my attention. Her overflowing hair that hit the bed while it flung around made me gasp. She had clearly gone crazy!
With a bottle of James Kin, the newest ever brand of rum around her fingers, she started to behave like a drunk monkey; shaking her head, driving a car through her running mouth, and toppling off the blankets and pillows, making the place an utter mess.
"Wah! What the fu-"
I stopped myself and rushed forward, and grabbed her by the head. She started going "Ow, ow!", as I pulled her down, staring at her face in pretended anger,
She met my gaze and melted into a smile. My heart hurt at the sight.
"What the heck are you doing?!"
"Your room~~is fun~~", she slowly slid to my neck and laid her head there.
The silence caught me by my head and shook me. We were so close now, so much like never before. I felt her arms catch my back, and intertwine them. While mine was in the air, with one holding towel, utterly shocked not knowing what to do.
"Fami, stop"
'I'm drunk"
I pushed her away and held her from falling,
"No, you are not"
This wasn't the actual me. I had f****d many girls, why, even a teacher in my class. But when it came to her, I would always think twice.
Thrice.
Or utmost four times, unless and until I knowingly touched her.
"Hug me"
"Why?!"
I threw a fit at her, tossing that thin body onto the bed. She rolled around, smiling, dazed, and half-conscious for sure.
"I wanna-"
'Stop"
I threw the towel to the stand nearby, accidentally glimpsing at my face in the mirror,
"Woah!"
My ears were heavily red!
I blushed so hard, that my face went cheek tomato.
Shocked, I rushed to the bedside and left my head to myself.
God!
"Harith"
Her voice. Butterflies rose from within.
"Is everything fine?"
I looked at her. She rose her head and looked at me.
I didn't know if my eyes were playing on me or not, because she looked a lot stable now.
Her smile.
"Yeah, I wasn't drunk"
She shook the bottle, showing me a full one.
"Haram!", she marked it, officially dismissing alcohol as one of the most wrong matters in our religion. For a girl as liberal as her, my mind didn't quite agree with her words then.
"I was acting, Did I catch you?", laying on her stomach, she stared at me with her head high.
I nodded, admitting the truth.
She went like "Yess!", and stood on her knees. Then clapping her hands together, she went,
"With these skills, Dear God, help me betray that brother of a monster!"
In the end, I heard her murmuring something more but it wasn't clear. My raised eyebrows made her laugh, that she shifted closer to me and patted my head.
"Harith"
I didn't look at her. The distance was now measurable and looking would change the nature of the atmosphere, inevitably.
"Mmm"
"Thanks for today"
But that made me look at her.
"Thanks a lot", she creased her eyes by smiling. Looking like a baby, I couldn't resist lurching forward. I kissed her softly, in a go, on those plump lips and withdrew back in a huff.
My mistake dawned on me, as I started looking around, like a fool.
Her eyes?
They went wide and blank. I tried to search for meaning behind her look.
But there was only this widened silence and her pale expression.
"Umm...I'm sorry-"
The space closed.
And in no time, we were kissing.
I lifted her slowly and placed her on my lap. Closing the gap with our arms, I removed her shirt. She was all over me now, running her smooth lips from my eyes, lips, nose to my tongue. I rushed to her bra, pulling it away, and slapped the cute pair of bubble pops to my chest. She giggled and pushed me down to the bed.
Every part of her was so beautiful. From those cute breasts to that tender skin licking her stomach, her legs and the space between them; every little inch of her made me think she was different from all the others I had spend time with.
Her fingers were fast, so fast that I actually asked her if she had done this before.
She shook her head.
I was stunned.
"So you really want me to take your virg-"
She shushed me and nodded, embarrassed.
I smiled. Permission granted.
Throwing her body to the bed, I zipped open my pants.
It was a hectic night after that.
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