Bold, sassy, beautiful, were few adjectives that defined Natasha Patil. She wouldn't give a rat's ass to someone's opinion. She made her own rules.
Or, did she?
There are two sides of the same coin and Natasha definitely had one. The side that no...
Must be nice having so many well wishers. “Admit it, you are dying to go. Unless you have your own top secret call girl over there.”
He hit my head playfully, “Get your mind off the gutter, woman, I have no such arrangements. You are my first only hook up. I actually go there to become a kid with my cousins. It's hella fun, I tell you.”
“There, you admitted it yourself.” I poked his nose, chuckling. “Now don't you dare pull that face again. A week without sex is no big deal.”
“No big deal, you say? Let's see—” As if to prove it, he took his mobile on his hand and read out some messages. My messages. “Where the hell are you? Did a dog swallow your dick or what? And this one— If you wanted to skip today, you could have fucking informed me instead of leaving me wet. And this one's my absolute favorite— I could cum over five times till the time you come over. Man, that shit turned me on like a switch.”
By the time he was finished saying this, I was already straddling above him to reach over his stupid device to delete those messages. He was quick to respond as he extended his hand beyond my reach and grabbed my ass with the other.
“Delete those messages at once!”
He smirked wider. “No way, woman. Instead I'll screenshot them and save them under a file, ‘despo Natasha, limited edition’.”
That had me cracking up a little. Eventually, I gave up and focused on a hard task beneath me. I sat up and positioned his hard-on near my entrance, “You better make up for your future absence today.”
“He's more than ready,” he winked, talking about his dick before we got onto the hard task once again.
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I wouldn't even lie. I felt empty after Rithik was gone— Physically that is. It was raining, too. 'I wonder if...' My thoughts trailed and soon I was switching on to WhatsApp to reply to the message he sent me. Something to do with making out in the rain.
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Just wait till you return. I'll show you just how much of an amateur I am not. Rain sex be damned!
Like an obedient child, I waited and waited, until the day I saw him by the cafeteria, in his hot and heavy glory. Sporting a light purple shirt and dark blue jeans; his clean shaved jaw and overgrown hair, he looked like a cookie fresh out of an oven. The things I'm gonna do to him. I was on my way to greet him when I halted on my tracks, re- evaluating the situation. Wouldn't it seem a bit too desperate? I have already shown my desperation through our chats.
So I did what a dignified woman should. I met him, talked a bit about our respective lives and when the chance hit, I rejected him by covering it with an important assignment. Though I also made a point to assure him that I'd be free tomorrow. Surprisingly, he was quite cool with it. Understandable, since he had to catch up with his classes.
