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Dia:
As i was unpacking, I found the box of cookies my mother made for me and Dua. "What's that?" Dua asked referring to the box of cookies i was holding. "Cookies. My mom made it for us!" I told her enthusiastically.
"For us?" She asked confused. "Yes for us. According to her its for me and my roomate." I opened the box. "Ouh that's so fucking nice of your mom," She says smiling. "Yeah, probably. You want some?" I asked. "Hell yeah!" She hyped.
I had already eaten two, my mom's cookies are the best. Fight me. I took one and offered it to Dua, "feed me." She says while staring into my eyes. I laughed, "You can't be serious right now." I continued chuckling.
"I'm very serious Dia," she replied with a straight face. She wasn't even giggling or anything. Her face was so stern and serious. I thought she was only joking when she said that. "Feed me the damn cookie." She demands.
I obliged. As i was about to feed her the cookie she pulled me down by my arm and made me sit on her lap. What the heck? "Now feed me." She says with her face being so damn close to mine, my cheeks were burning and my heart started racing.
I'm never a believer of the whole 'butterflies in my belly' thing but this time, I swear I felt something at the pit of my stomach. I can't say they were butterflies though, but I swear I felt something amazing. I fed her the cookie and i watched how her eyes lit up after taking a bite.
"Damn these are smashing!" She says totally ignoring the fact that I was actually sitting on her lap and that our faces were just an inch or two away from each other. "My mother's obsessed with baking, and technically everything she bakes is a 10/10." I bluffed.
"Hmm i seeee.. gimme moreee," I gave her more and every passing minute she'll randomly press my thigh. I was starting to realise that Dua is someone that does not take a no for an answer. I was about to feed her the last cookie when she leaned in and started kissing and sucking on my neck.
She was leaving smooth feathery kisses around my neck. I tried to get up from her lap but she pulled me back. "Dua you need to stop." I warned. But she just kept on doing it, she wasn't stopping. My body was shamelessly giving in to her touchs and kisses. "Why do you want me to stop?" She asked between kisses and with her right hand going under my hoodie. She squeezed my left boob and i let out a pleasurable gasp.
I was unable to say a word, "That's what i thought." Dua says with a raspy voice. The voice got me all hot and bothered to the extent where even my legs started shaking. Her fingers went down to the bottom of my hoodie, and I was immediately reminded to the easy access she has to my core. Her fingers dipped into my underwear. A moan left my mouth when her cold hand met my slit.
Dua pressed one of her fingers into me and I couldn't help but clench my thighs around her arm. My body slumped onto her shoulder when she added another finger. "Fuck you're tight." Dua rasps.
Realising the position we're in and the risk of someone barging in on us made me ten times wetter and scared. Dua's fingers worked inside of me, taking me into a state of bliss. "Dua we might get caught.." I dragged the last word cause she was fingering the fuck out of me.
She then aggressively smashed her lips against mine probably to shut me up. It was a rough and sloppy kiss, it had me breathless. Her fingers slipped out of me and Dua watched with lustful eyes as her fingers coated in my juices and she then traced my lips, "Suck." She whispered with her fingers pressed against the small gap in between my lips.
I opened my mouth without a second thought, sucking on her drenched fingers. The slenderness and wetness of her fingers caused my eyes to roll to the back of my head. She slowly removed her finger from my mouth, she leaned in and gave me another intense kiss.
"I like you." She said softly with an honest stare. "I need a smoke, I'll be right back." She gave me a cute peck on the forehead, she helped me get up from her lap and stood up.
I don't know what got over me but at that moment i didn't want her to leave. I wanted her to stay and keep her all to myself. I know that sounds selfish and like madness but i needed her next to me so bad. I watched her walk out our shared room and I felt sad.
Why's she so kind and sweet to me today? That question kept playing around in my head like a song.
