The Freedom

My wait was over when the clock ticked 8:00 p.m. After all my prep during the day, every minute felt like chewing gum stuck under a shoe. Dragging. I checked my sling bag three times to make sure I didn't forget the pack of chocolate-flavoured condoms. I was sure I would use them tonight--God, I wanted to.

"Tensed?" Leena made me sit on the sofa.

"A little..."

"Hope Jignesh and Guru would be gone by now."

"Yes. Lee. They would be shouting at the screen in the theatre. Would head out for boozing after the movie."

While replying to her, I imagined Sam alone at home, probably killing enemies in PUBG. He hated crowds.

"Have you informed Sam?"

"I am going to surprise him!"

I booked the cab. The ETA was in 15 minutes.

I chose cream palazzo pants and a tunic top. The pants whispered against my ankles with every step. My costume was loose enough to look innocent. The wine-red tunic was long-sleeved and had a modest neckline. In the mirror I looked... proper. Respectable. The kind of girl who might actually be visiting a relative. I applied Velvet Bloom onto my pulse points on my neck and behind my ears.

Leena sent me off by the door with her arms crossed. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, biting gently as if she was the one about to have her first sex.

"All the best, Maya," she whispered as if I was leaving for a job interview or a competition.

"Relax. I'm just going to pick up my bra." I winked.

"Oh... Is it?" She rolled her eyes teasingly and said, "Your cab has arrived to pick you up. Ciao."

I took the cab. The ride felt longer. It happens when we rush into things. The traffic moved faster than the crawling time.

After a long 40 minutes drive, I finally reached Sam's building.

"Round trip Ma'am? Should I wait?" the cab driver asked.

"Not sure, you may leave." I gave him a subtle smile.

Then I stepped out, adjusted the strap of my bag across my body. I checked my look on the shiny silver surface of the lift. My reflection stared back at me--wine-red top with the diagonal split accentuating the shape of my breasts.

Ding. The lift reached Sam's floor. The door opened to show the path to a new adventure.

I took a left, walked like a cat, soft steps took me to his door.

I could have rung the bell. My finger hovered a little longer before leaving the bell. The bell might announce me like a normal visitor.

'I'm special today. A surprise package for Sam.'

I wanted him to feel the thrill. I could not wait to look at the excitement in his eyes seeing me.

'I know where you keep the spare keys, Sam."

I crouched, lifted the second shoe on the rack -- there it was: the spare key. My fingers closed around the cold metal piece. That was my 'open sesame'.

A soft twist and click, the door opened. I took a sneak peek, opening the door ajar. It was all dark. Silence. No TV murmur. No footsteps. No voices. Jignesh was gone. I latched the main door, ensuring no intruders this time. Dropped the spare key on the sofa.

A faint smell of coffee filled my nostrils -- not fresh, might be an hour ago. My eyes adjusted to see things in the dim light of the night lamp. The living room was empty. Wild Stone Hydra cologne and the scent of soap announced that Sam had taken a bath just recently. I always loved the manly perfume, that made my stomach dip whenever he leaned closer during our college group projects.

Nostalgia struck. Vivid images of Sam and my secret glances flashed before my eyes. I recollected all the wild things I had done with him in the last week. From the wet bike ride to the Lonavala mischiefs, I had done everything to seduce him and made it look unintentional. But now, we knew nothing was unintentional. During my last visit to his home, we almost consummated our bodily needs.

'The word 'almost' still hurts me. I'm going to complete it. Resume it where we had stopped exactly.'

My side B popped up, out of nowhere. My naughty side. 'What do you mean?'

'We were nude, his cock was nudging at my entrance. I felt his bulb. I'm going to resume from there.'

'Come on, Maya. He needed to get a hard on for it.' My side B giggled.

'Not a big deal!' I smiled within. Kinky neurons started working already.

I padded through the living room, past the sofa where we had our first experience of intimacy. The door of Sam's room was ajar, good enough for me to slip through without touching it. The only illumination came from the faint amber streetlight. It was leaking through the gap in the almost closed curtains of his room.

The room felt colder than the rest of the flat. The AC was running low--18 °C, the display glowed soft green on the wall panel like a tiny emerald eye. That was eerie. I hated green night lamps from my childhood. The fluorescent buttons of the AC remote made it easy to locate. Beep. I turned off the green display alone, but allowed the cold breeze from it hum alive.

"Sam..." I whispered moving closer to the bed.

I couldn't see his face clearly. All I could see was the shape of him curled under the thick blanket. Again his perfume... It drove me crazy.

'God! Are the perfume ads real? Luring girls to boys like magnet?'

I leaned forward, inhaled his masculine fragrance hovering about the blanket that was rising and falling to match his breathing.

'Sleepyhead! My cute dormouse. Here I come to give you a sleepless night!'

The almost pitch darkness created a perfect ambience to shed my shyness and to surprise him.

"Sam... I am here..." I hissed close to him.

Nothing. Not a twitch.

For a second I considered flipping on the lamp. Wake him up and surprise him.

'No idiot! That would startle him from the sleep. Too sudden. Too bright. Make use of the darkness. Make it romantic...,' my side B advised.

'Like a dream?'

'Yes!'

'You're crazy...'

I counted steps and moved to the window and drew the curtains all the way shut. I stepped backwards. One... Two... Three... Back to the spot closer to Sam's bed.

Now the room was truly dark. No outlines. No edges. Just the low white noise of the AC and my heartbeats. That was all I could hear.

I sat on the very edge of the mattress. The quilt dipped under my weight. I calmed down my heartbeat steady, like a countdown.

One piece at a time. I started undressing.

I hooked my fingers under the waistband of the palazzo pants and slid them down my legs. The fabric didn't rustle too much. They pooled at my feet.

The tunic's turn came next. I crossed my arms, caught the hem, and peeled it up over my head. Cool air kissed my body everywhere except the parts covered by my bra and panties.

The Bra's turn. I reached behind, fingers found the clasp and snapped. The straps slid down my shoulders like silk skidding over ice. My breasts spilled free. My nipples reacted instantly to the chill and the thrill. Goosebumps. I cupped them for a moment. Like calming down puppies. 'It's okay. Relax.'

I let my palm glide over my stomach to take my thumbs under the lace of my panties. I slid them down.

Done! Not even a piece of clothing left on my smooth skin. Every shift of air felt like a tiny caress. No hair. Nothing to hide behind. Stark nude. Already warm and slick where it mattered most.

I lifted the edge of the quilt carefully, slid underneath. Letting too much cold sneak in would spoil my play.

'Don't wake him up. It should be like a dream. Dream come true experience for Sam.' My side B reminded me. I adhered.

It was warm inside the cocoon of the blanket. His body radiated heat. I laid my hand gently on his chest.

Bare skin! The contact sent a tiny shiver up my spine.

No T-shirt. His warm muscle rising and falling under my palm in that same unhurried rhythm. His nipples were firm and pebbled tighter than I remembered from last time. The AC, I thought. The chillness was playing tricks on our bodies.

I let my fingers wander lazily. Slowly circled around his nipples, the faint ridges of muscle down to his navel and back up again. Like teasing with a feather, I was exploring his body.

Still he was sleeping. Just shifted a bit, tugging the blanket higher over us. I made a tent, sealing us in together. I was warm, breathing each other's breath. So private. No one to disturb us. Not even the light.

He didn't even know I was here yet.

'Is he sleeping nude?' A curiosity arose. He was sleeping on his back and I on my side, walking my finger on his body towards the centre spot I wanted to check. He was all bare till his navel and well below.

My heart skipped a beat as my fingers entered the pubic territory. The stubble was evident. Grown a bit more than the last time. Too fast! I was almost convinced that he was nude, but an elastic interrupted -- a thin line, dangerously low across his hips. The fabric extended to a bare enough extent. It should be a boxer brief, a silky fabric.

My hand paused right there, hovering over the soft fabric. My fingers trembled.

'Shall I? Should I touch his cock?' I asked my side B.

'No. Not now.' It warned. 'Make it last. Tease him more.' I got the answer.

I leaned closer and pressed my bare breasts fully against his.

My right breast kissed his hard chest. I shifted my shoulders, let the nipples greet each other with a kiss. They touched. A gentle, electric Nipple to nipple. Tethered.

"Hey... Are you pretending to sleep?" I asked him.

Not a word.

"I am not a T. rex man! Move a muscle" I nudged his face gently.

'How is he still asleep?'

He must be in a dream land. I rubbed against him a little harder, letting my thigh slip over his. It was like butter melting on a pan. I felt the arousal. Then I dragged my breast slowly across his chest with deliberate pressure. Like drawing a masterpiece on his torso with my pointed nipples.

Nothing!

'Is he even human?' My side B almost laughed out loud.

'Who sleeps through this?' I asked myself.

Frustration was brimming at my lips, words about to flood out.

'Enough teasing. Time to break the ice, Maya.' I gave myself a nod.

A wicked smile spread across my lips in the dark.

"Sam... I know how to wake you up," I hovered over him on my fours without making a contact. I leaned down until my lips were almost touching his.

"Let's see you sleep through this." My husky whisper conveyed my arrival.

Patience snapped. All restraint gone.

I lowered myself fully on him, straddling his hips, my bare ass pressed firm against the warm plane of his stomach. I sat on him. He stirred beneath me. At last, a move to say he was alive. He tried to make a sleepy shift.

'Too late, Sam.'

I pressed my breasts to his chest. Leaned down and sealed his mouth with mine.

A full, deep French kiss. I used his gasp to gain the access. My tongue slid against his, he was responding. Sleep or dream? I didn't care.

His moans conveyed he was awake now. I could sense his breath was oscillating between confusion and surprise. He groaned, moaned and murmured in a husky voice. I sealed my lips against his, not letting the words escape and play a spoilsport.

"Sshh," I whispered and closed his mouth with my palm

"No more talking. Only action. Let's see who begs for a fuck. One who says, 'fuck me' loses. And should do whatever the winner asks."

I did not wait for his approval. Our lips met again. I silenced him before he accepted my challenge. The kiss was more demanding than the last one. I pulled back, to catch breath and up the tease.

Neither of us spoke a word. Challenge accepted and began. Words were useless now.

Our bodies spoke the language older than speech -- the primal arousal for sex.

I hugged him tight and smooched him.

'Is he hesitating to touch me? Fear of losing the challenge?'

Like hearing my mind's voice, his hands found my breasts. He lost his hesitation, thanks to the darkness. He could not see how wild my face was reacting to his touch. He cupped the full weight of my breasts. Gently squeezed in a pattern, like it was some rhythmic code of seduction. Then it became rough and urgent as my moans increased.

My reactions initiated a chain reaction in him. He was kneading my nipples alternatively between his fingers. The tunes he played at them echoed at my cave between my thighs.

If there was an iceberg, it would melt in there.

How long could he resist the forbidden fruits? He planted his mouth to my nipples. No fools play around it. No teasing. Pure hunger. Raw lust guided him.

He did not suck, or lick. He nibbled my nipple with his teeth. Sharp, yet calculated bite with the cushion of his lips. My hips reacted, started dancing to his play. I was desperate to grind my triangle again his hard length. But he was so tall. Over six feet.

I was barely 5'3". My V straddled just above his waist. My pussy hovered somewhere at his pubic mound where the stubble started. It was prickling against my waxed softness.

I couldn't quite reach his cock. Yet I started grinding my lips against his body. I started dripping, and the wetness gave me the leverage to glide lower. I touched my wetness. My fingers became slick with my essence.

He noticed. I did not expect he would do it. He took my hands to his mouth. Sucked my fingers. Something in him had woken I guessed. He tried to take my entire left breast into his mouth. The sucking was so deep. However, he managed to take in half of it.

His tongue was doing a tornado dance inside. My nipple was in the heart of it.

'OMG... What on earth are you!' I was speechless to explain the sensation. I pulled him closed, gluing his head with my chest.

He almost gasped after a minute. I wasted no time. My right breast wanted the same magic. He did it. Picture perfect.

'He must have some experience in this! Who cares, Maya?' I managed to speculate like a typical girl while the pleasure storm crossed the land finally.

He gave up. My breasts were dripping wet with his saliva. My perfume and it mixed. Probably the smell of sex as people say. I experienced it for the first time.

He took both my nipples, brought them together like an intersecting Venn diagram and licked them together.

"God... where did you learn all this?" I asked finally. I was half laughing, and half delirious.

But he didn't answer. The darkness muted everything it seemed.

I needed more... More down there. No words. It was like furnace inside the blanket. I needed fresh air, oxygen to normalize this ecstasy. I just threw the blanket off us.

Still the darkness was the same -- inside and outside the blanket. If watched in infra-red cam, our bodies would be glowing red.

Our bare bodies versus the chill rush. Goosebumps! All over my body.

He knew exactly what my body craved. He raised his hips and I slid down from his abs to his chest. He lifted my hips effortlessly holding my bums.

My thighs trembled on either side of his head.

'I know where are you heading, Sam,' I thought inside as the anticipation and thrill filled me.

My pussy hovered just inches above his mouth. Sitting on his face? No. Just offering my folds to him, slick and smooth. His breath kissed my pussy lips before it actually happened.

However, I felt the power. I could dip into his mouth at will. I could control the pressure.

He was like waiting for me to take the lead. I looked down at him, I could barely make out the shape of his face in the darkness. I let my fingers explore his face.

My fingers tangled into his hair and I locked his face to the slot -- my treasure.

'It was all the heaven together, Sam. Oh... You are killing me softly. The tongue... the lips... the moustache's brushing...' I was moaning his name inside. Echoing in every nerve cell of my body.

He wanted it. I wanted it. I pressed down further and full. My pussy tangled with his mouth. His nose was nuzzling the top of my mound then hit my clit. Meanwhile, his tongue parted my labia with no hesitation and slid to the depths between my folds.

He was tasting all my flavours. Feeding his starvation, that I had no idea about. I was taken aback, surprised the way he devoured me. He was enjoying every inch of me like that was his last chance forever.

He knew it well that my clit was super large. Still he stopped for a moment when his tongue found it. I wish the light was on to see his face. He latched on to it, like how he did with my nipples. The suck, the pull, the flick, the nibble... Oh my god! He was relentless and unstoppable.

I started grinding my hips against him. My body was shaking like never before.

'Oh...Sam! Sam!' I murmured within, and he was like my whole world. Love and lust blended and bonded us in a way I never thought it could ever be.

He gave rest to my hard clit. And nose fucked my pussy. Like a teaser, a trailer of what he could do with his cock.

I had come with a plan to give him a blowjob with chocolate condom on. But with what he was doing to me... I could not persist with this any longer. My pussy summoned me to get the real thing. I was craving the real fuck.

No more teasers! No more foreplay!

"Fuck me... I am a happy loser. Fuck me now..." I begged. "Wait... The condom! Condom!"

I fumbled for my bag in the dark. I kept it on the edge of the bed. I found it and picked the square pack. I ripped it open with my teeth. The chocolate flavour was sweet.

Before coming here, I had seen at least 10 videos on how to put a condom over a penis. Rehearsed with a carrot as well. But I fumbled in the darkness.

He took the condom from me. I followed his hand and moved to his waist. He pulled down his boxer briefs and wore the condom.

He carefully lifted me like I weighed nothing. I felt an alpha male in him, claiming me as his.

I carefully lowered my hips until my entrance hovered just above his cock. It touched me. Spongy and slimy with the condom's lube.

'It is about to happen Maya. The waiting is to be over finally. No more virgin. No... You are going to be unlocked. Set yourself free.' The thought of it made butterflies in my stomach.

'Ditch the carrots. Dump the cucumbers. I don't need them anymore.'

He separated my labia using his fingers to part my slick folds. I was spreading more open to consume his hardness. Then, his cock's head nudging my entrance.

It felt bigger than the last time I remembered. It was thicker, bigger, and harder. He must have been more aroused this time! I could sense his veins pulsing at my entrance.

"Stop! Stop..." I pressed a hand to his chest. "Wait... I'll get it in slower."

I guided myself down inch by inch. I wanted to enjoy and live every second of my first time. That was the very first penis sliding into me. No rush. No hurry. I glided it slowly inside me.

The head went in first, parting my labia, pressing against my slick folds. He prepped me perfectly with all the foreplay. I was so wet and ready. My juice coated his hardness, and it made it look very easy.

His cock felt way bigger than I remembered. I was wondering about a male's anatomy and what magics arousal could do to a cock. My miniature cock -- my clit might be looking at his penis with awe.

"Oh..." I moaned as I took him inside me more, half of his cock. Not so much with the depth, but he stretched me to the limits, tightly locked.

He waited patiently and let me do the things. He was not this gentle last time. I loved the way he gave me the control.

I sank lower. Centimetre by centimetre he filled me more. My inner muscles fluttered around him, gripping, adjusting, welcoming his cock. I cried out! A sound of pleasure and surprise!

He then gave the final push and buried himself deep. He was fully inside me now. But my deepest zones still felt untouched. Maybe he could reach my depth later while amping the fucking. I had no experience in sex.

So I asked for it. "Ah... Ooo... That is awesome... Fuck me deeper now. Scream my name... "