The plan was set. The next day, I went to her house. Unfortunately, her parents had to pay a visit to some close relatives. So she was alone in the house. It didn’t bother me. Our friendship has a long history. We often enjoyed partying at her house alone in the past.
We both comfortably sat down at the dining table. The food was already prepared. We had lunch and went to watch the movie on the couch. We were both enjoying the movie. I felt relaxed and normal after a long time. She also felt comfortable seeing me enjoy it. Suddenly, a kissing scene appeared on the screen. The couples were kissing passionately. I felt my remorse return. The whole idea of watching the movie was to feel distracted. Instead, I felt miserable. This time I started crying, and Ruhi couldn’t even get a moment to analyze the situation.
She felt bad for me. She couldn’t see me crying. So, she proposed an idea out of pity. I stopped sobbing and started listening. She told me she never imagined me being in despair. She could do anything to pull me out. She told me she had not dated anyone in so long and had missed making out. So, only if I agree. She can do a favor for both of us. She would teach me kissing as a good friend. This would help her feel better in either way. One watching me happy and the other satisfying her make-out needs.
It was quite an awkward moment. I could not digest anything. Everything just froze. The look on her face told her she too regretted her words. The damage was done. There was no going back for her. I was the one who had to decide. My heart did not want to agree. But the mind had its own course. Lust and desperation clouded my mind. I was not concerned about right or wrong. All I wanted was for this thirst to end. Considering my luck, I was ready to settle for a kiss, as I knew demanding anything more from the universe was way out of my league. So, I told her I wanted this to happen.
Soon, we headed towards her bedroom. It was clean and tidy. The bed sheet smelled of flowers. The room was enclosed with vibrant-colored walls. She had a study desk in her room. The room was well organized and maintained.
We sat on her bed, facing each other. She was nervous but was good at hiding it. I was having chills with hesitation. We both stared at each other for minutes. No one was ready to make a move. For a moment, I felt her regretting her decision. Soon, my hands and legs were trembling. In a hesitating voice, she asked, Are you ready? My tongue froze. My mind went blank. I gulped my Adam’s apple and closed my eyes in stress. Now, it was her who had to sail the boat.
Soon, her soft, moist lips collided with mine. The sense of electricity running through my veins gave me a tight shiver. I never felt my lips and throat so dry. The quintessence of lust pounded my heart loudly. My blood grew warmer and warmer. It was just a peck, but it felt like an eternity. My senses left their course. The only thing I knew was to not let go of what I was feeling at the moment. I want to go high on lust. I wanted to feel and sustain this hunger. I was terrified with the thought of losing control, but she, I guess, just saw the sparkling bubbles of pleasure on my face. I want to kiss her so badly. I also knew nothing could happen against her will. Her consent to my lust was the only boat to cross this sea.
I stole a look at her face. She was already looking at me. In this room, full of only racing heartbeats, I asked, “Ruhi, only if you agree, can I kiss you again?”. She hesitated to answer it. Her face seemed confused. She couldn’t weigh my question on a balancing scale of right or wrong. She grew nervous. Her eyes told me she wanted it to happen, but deep inside, she did not want to ruin our friendship. I told her I did not want to force anything on her. I wanted her to be comfortable. Soon, she made her decision. She chuckled and nervously said, Okay, let’s do it one more time.