Besides, I felt a little foolish for acting so emotional. I didn’t know how she felt about the whole thing. Did I just take her by surprise or did she want to be with me as much as I wanted to be with her? I couldn’t say for sure and I had to find out if she really had as strong feelings about the whole thing as I did. I decided to be restrained in our future encounters. I practically went back to our previous routine. I didn’t touch her, only kept myself to hooking her bra. She was no longer hiding herself away from me, but I controlled the temptation to cup her. I withdrew from showing her my feelings almost completely. It must have seemed like I was upset with her. She didn’t say anything but I could tell that she was confused. One night as I was thinking about her soft and warm breasts, she came to my room in Darkness. She got into bed with me and hugged me hard. Then she whispered in my ear, “Why is it that you don’t touch me anymore?”I wasn’t ready for such a direct question because I was hoping that she would show her want of me instead of just asking me to show my want of her. I didn’t answer her.”Do you know how much I miss your touch?” She whispered again. “I am going crazy waiting for it to come and it is not coming. Have I done something wrong? No,” I knew I had to answer. “It’s nothing like that. It is just that I don’t know how to behave with you. I don’t know what I am supposed to do. I don’t know what you are supposed to do. Then again, you don’t really do anything. I seem to be the only one who is doing something.”
She slapped me in the face. “I can’t believe what I am hearing.” She seemed angry. “I have given myself in to you. I have let you do with me as you please. Isn’t that something? What do you want me to do, what am I supposed to do? I have made myself available to you.”I understood then what she was going through. I also understood that she was as lost as I was. We were both discovering an uncharted territory and we both had no clue or direction. I just held her in my arms as hard as I could. We both stayed together with each other until she realized that she had to go back. I made a plan after she left. I remembered her words that she had made herself available to me. I hadn’t actually claimed my prize, reward, right, whatever. When we were together the next time and she stood in front of me topless, I asked her to take her shalwar off.
She seemed hesitant, but I was serious. After a slight pause, she pulled her nada and loosened the shalwar around her waist, and then she let it drop to the floor. I moved a little back to look at her completely. She felt awkward, even embarrassed, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see her that way. She was only in her black panties. Apparently, she had settled on black as her new color. It was lace panty, so her hair and her pussy were visible through it. I then went closer to her, knelt in front of her and started to slide her panty off. She lifted her one foot and then the other to let me remove it off completely. I could hardly breathe. My breath was coming so hard and fast that it was getting stuck on the sides of my air passageway. I swallowed hard as I looked at my aunt standing in front of me completely naked. I must have been pretty yellow in the face as all the blood must have drained from it. I was hard, really hard.
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