happened between you two. What’s the harm in that?’ I asked in my most ingratiating voice.
Asha got up. ‘Telling wouldn’t do. I’d have to show you. And if I do, if you go along with it, there will be no way back.’
Chapter 7
In mid May i.e. at the start of the study period, Eleanor String brought in the decorators. She positively encouraged us borders to move out and only attend the sessions with our tutors for a few hours twice a week. More if necessary and by arrangement. Rosie’s parents were back in London and only too pleased to have her with them. I asked Asha and Rafaela to share the flat on the Chelsea Embankment with me. They were both willing enough but their parents didn’t think that their daughters should live away from home without adult supervision. None of us felt that the mention of a eunuch and a gay Lebanese couple as guardians would add strength to our side of the argument.
My parents were on a fact-finding mission to several Pacific islands, but Bakir and the Boys were immediately dispatched to open up the place for me and look after me. My job was to study hard and make Bakir’s job as easy as possible. I missed school, missed my friends.
In particular, I missed Asha.
For, just after the last Christmas break, she had shown me what she’d declined to tell the other two.
I knew that she wanted to tell and she knew that I wanted to know.
One evening we worked on a history project together. We piled the books and notes on my desk and worked side by side on the bed. For a few hours everything was fine. Then I found my mind wandering off, my attention slipping hopelessly away.
‘Are you going to tell me or what?’
I didn’t need to explain. Asha closed her notebook. ‘If you want.’
‘Do I have to undress?’
‘You don’t have to,’ she emphasised ‘have to’. ‘Not for demonstration purposes. For full impact, the actual experience, on the other hand...’
We undressed.
Her breasts were heavier than they looked under the clothes. I was impressed with the style of her pubic hair. It was shaved smoothly off everywhere except for a small shaded crescent just above the vulva.
‘It gets a bit technical from here,’ she said, all focused and businesslike.
She positioned my left leg flat on the bed, then bent it under an angle at the knee. Under her direction, my right knee went up. Briefly, she inspected her work, nodded and started slotting herself in place. She pushed her left leg under the crook of my right knee, and overarched my right one with her right. She moved herself closer to me, then closer still.
My heart was pounding so fast that I nearly pulled out. This was sheer madness. What was I doing? What was I thinking of?
Within seconds, thinking was completely out of the equation.
We coupled with a faint sound of suction. There was nothing, not even air left between us.
I felt shivering cold and burning hot within seconds. There was no way that I could define the feeling. There was no time for that either. Slowly and gently Asha moved her pussy up and down mine, and I responded by pressing myself deeper into her, willing her to swallow me or sink into me. The faster and harder she rubbed the more stimulated I became, both outside and in. The thrill that I could only liken to an exhilarated ache that was increasing in intensity with every move, was spreading, taking over my entire lower body.
With a mind of its own, her clitoris was rubbing mine ever faster and ever harder. All of me was opening up, screaming and begging to be filled, aching unbearably with exquisite exhilaration. More, I cried, more. Harder. Get inside me, get in deep and hard, do more, be more. Please.
The craving intensified to a pitch, to a mad, reckless insistence on fulfilment.
My gyrations must have reached some incredible speed for the glorious torture, the excruciating agony of my desperate quest finally climaxed in frenzied gratification.
Fighting for breath and dripping in
Asha got up. ‘Telling wouldn’t do. I’d have to show you. And if I do, if you go along with it, there will be no way back.’
Chapter 7
In mid May i.e. at the start of the study period, Eleanor String brought in the decorators. She positively encouraged us borders to move out and only attend the sessions with our tutors for a few hours twice a week. More if necessary and by arrangement. Rosie’s parents were back in London and only too pleased to have her with them. I asked Asha and Rafaela to share the flat on the Chelsea Embankment with me. They were both willing enough but their parents didn’t think that their daughters should live away from home without adult supervision. None of us felt that the mention of a eunuch and a gay Lebanese couple as guardians would add strength to our side of the argument.
My parents were on a fact-finding mission to several Pacific islands, but Bakir and the Boys were immediately dispatched to open up the place for me and look after me. My job was to study hard and make Bakir’s job as easy as possible. I missed school, missed my friends.
In particular, I missed Asha.
For, just after the last Christmas break, she had shown me what she’d declined to tell the other two.
I knew that she wanted to tell and she knew that I wanted to know.
One evening we worked on a history project together. We piled the books and notes on my desk and worked side by side on the bed. For a few hours everything was fine. Then I found my mind wandering off, my attention slipping hopelessly away.
‘Are you going to tell me or what?’
I didn’t need to explain. Asha closed her notebook. ‘If you want.’
‘Do I have to undress?’
‘You don’t have to,’ she emphasised ‘have to’. ‘Not for demonstration purposes. For full impact, the actual experience, on the other hand...’
We undressed.
Her breasts were heavier than they looked under the clothes. I was impressed with the style of her pubic hair. It was shaved smoothly off everywhere except for a small shaded crescent just above the vulva.
‘It gets a bit technical from here,’ she said, all focused and businesslike.
She positioned my left leg flat on the bed, then bent it under an angle at the knee. Under her direction, my right knee went up. Briefly, she inspected her work, nodded and started slotting herself in place. She pushed her left leg under the crook of my right knee, and overarched my right one with her right. She moved herself closer to me, then closer still.
My heart was pounding so fast that I nearly pulled out. This was sheer madness. What was I doing? What was I thinking of?
Within seconds, thinking was completely out of the equation.
We coupled with a faint sound of suction. There was nothing, not even air left between us.
I felt shivering cold and burning hot within seconds. There was no way that I could define the feeling. There was no time for that either. Slowly and gently Asha moved her pussy up and down mine, and I responded by pressing myself deeper into her, willing her to swallow me or sink into me. The faster and harder she rubbed the more stimulated I became, both outside and in. The thrill that I could only liken to an exhilarated ache that was increasing in intensity with every move, was spreading, taking over my entire lower body.
With a mind of its own, her clitoris was rubbing mine ever faster and ever harder. All of me was opening up, screaming and begging to be filled, aching unbearably with exquisite exhilaration. More, I cried, more. Harder. Get inside me, get in deep and hard, do more, be more. Please.
The craving intensified to a pitch, to a mad, reckless insistence on fulfilment.
My gyrations must have reached some incredible speed for the glorious torture, the excruciating agony of my desperate quest finally climaxed in frenzied gratification.
Fighting for breath and dripping in
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