Curry Munching with the French Boy

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AN: MORE LIME. DONT READ IT IF YOU DONT LIKE PUSSAYY OR COCK

Everything was perfect. Since my father was gone my sisters and I enjoyed blissful freedom. We could go out on weekends, stay over at our friends’ houses and play our stereos as loud as we wanted.

Devin and I had agreed to wait a while before dating openly, but we were officially a couple. Only Avril, Devin, Marcel and Devin's parents knew about it.

Since a big volleyball tournament was coming up I was practising every day, so Devin waited for me to finish before taking me to his office. He'd usually finish his work while I either did homework or immersed myself in English copies of French novels. Then we'd either go back to his place and chill or he'd drop me home.

One Sunday afternoon, 2 weeks after my Father had left, Devin and I were cuddled up on his couch watching a Bollywood movie. Not just any Bollywood movie. We were watching Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham one of the best love stories of all time, at least in my opinion.

“This is the greatest, yet cheesiest movie I have ever watched.” Devin mused, utterly hooked.

“Shut up.” I sniffled as tears formed in my eyes.

“Are you crying, kitten?” Devin laughed.

“N-no.” I mumbled.                                                                                                       

“Awww, sweetheart.” He chuckled poking my sides.

"Asshole." I muttered

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it, Maliha. You're too cute." He cooed burying his face in my neck. I ignored him and tried to watch the TV but he wouldn't stop. He had his arm wrapped around my waist and kept sucking and biting.

"Devin, stop."

"But why," he whined nibbling on my ear, "you know you like it." I could feel him smiling against my skin.

"That tickles." I giggled when he started nuzzling the crook of my neck. His free hand slipped to my waist and I was suddenly being viciously tickled. "Stop!" I squealed as he flipped me over and full out attacked me with tickles. His body was pressed on top of mine and he was discreetly grinding his dick on me.

"What the fuck, Devin, get off!" I laughed as he started licking me, getting slobber all over my face. For that he started getting sloppier and I cringed and tried to push him off me. Finally he stopped and sat up.

"You are an absolute dog." I said rubbing spit off my face.

"I believe the word you're looking for is 'god'." He replied with a smug grin. He was lying against the armrest with his feet in my lap. I huffed and continued watching the movie. It was almost ending, the final dance number playing. Devin kept twitching and fidgeting next to me. I glanced over at him and he was gnawing on his lip. I recognised that face though. It was Devin's look of restraint. Every time after we'd made out, he always had a boner and he'd chew his lip and try to forget about it.

After that time at Avril's house we hadn't done anything of a sexual nature. We just made out, a lot, but never went any further. I snuck a peek at his pants and sure enough he was trying to cover his erection. His face was twisted weirdly and he was really straining to keep it in.

"Babe?" I asked, turning back to the TV and pretending to act casual.

"Yep." He said through gritted teeth.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

I turned to him just as the credits started rolling and rested my hand on his thigh.