Virginity or virtue. What Really Defines Her?

02. Long Drive

The open road stretched out before us, an invitation to escape the mundane and dive into the unknown. As the engine purred to life, I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. Long drives had always been my sanctuary, a place where time seemed to stand still, and the world beyond the car windows blurred into insignificance.

But this drive was different. It all began with a casual conversation, one that teetered on the edge of boundaries neither of us had fully defined. After agreeing to keep things casual, I playfully asked, "Sexting allowed hai kya?" His reply was quick and confident, "It's encouraged." A simple exchange of words that opened a door to a world of unspoken desires.

We were swimming in the flow, exchanging fantasy ideas that felt more real with every word. The whole process, from the warmth of breath and body curves to the softness of lips and the hardness of tulips, played out like a scene we had both scripted in our minds. We talked about everything—the passionate intensity, the slow dance from kissing to dressing up after hours, the way grabbing hair turned into fixing hair flips, and how drinking together could lead to dwelling deeper into each other, becoming breathless, only to take a sip of water and start all over again.

The next day, he pinned me on WhatsApp, a simple "Hey, what are you doing?" I had shopping plans, so I told him. His response was quick, as if he had been waiting for this moment. "When do you get free?" he asked. I had only a few things to buy, so I replied, "Maybe an hour."

"So after that?" he pressed, and I could almost hear the anticipation in his words.

"Would like to meet," he added, as if the idea was already set in motion.

"Where do you wanna take me?" I asked, curiosity tinged with excitement.

" kal ki baatein jaha  dohara sake," he replied, a hint of mischief in his tone.

"Okay great, see you after an hour then," I confirmed, feeling a flutter of nerves mixed with anticipation.

"Meet me near the main market, see you," he said, and the plan was sealed.

An hour later, he called to say he had arrived. I was on the opposite side, and as I crossed the road, I saw him waiting by the car. Without a word, I opened the gate and slid into the co-driver  seat. The engine roared to life, and we set off on a long drive that promised more than just miles on the road.

The air between us was charged with anticipation as we drove through the city, the afternoon wrapping us in its quiet embrace. It was only our second meeting, and the uncertainty of where we were headed added a thrilling edge to the moment. The road stretched out before us, mysterious and inviting. After a few miles, curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, “Is this the way to the airport?”

He winked, a shy smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, but there's a place I know where we can have some privacy.”

I suspected his friend had tipped him off, given the uncertainty in his eyes as he navigated the turns. The location wasn’t perfect for parking, but that hardly mattered. We were searching for a place to open up, to let the moment take over.

After winding through a few more deserted roads, he finally stopped the car. The world outside seemed to fade away as he moved closer to me. Our eyes locked, and I couldn’t help but glance at his lips, imagining what was about to happen.

When we kissed, it was as if time had stopped. Our lips moved in sync, tongues exploring, and the intensity built with each passing second. Gentle nibbles on my neck and lips sent shivers down my spine. I was giving him gentle little love bites over neck  . He held my hand, his voice low and playful as he murmured, "no marks, please.”

The electricity between us was undeniable. He hesitated, then made his move, sliding his hand beneath my jeans. I helped him with opening the button and chain, feeling a rush of anticipation as his fingers found their way. The sensation was overwhelming and I couldn't hold back the soft moans that escaped my lips. I whispered his name into his ear, breathless and eager, as his touch drove me wild.

I had dressed carefully, wearing a loose pink crop top and jeans that would make it easier for his hands to explore. And explore they did- his fingers danced over my skin, each touch sending sparks through me. The two soft sounds I carried were more than eager for his attention, his lips and tongue drawing gasps of pleasure from me.

Finally, we pulled away, both of us catching our breath, the air around us thick with the heat of the moment. A few laughs escaped our lips, lightening the intensity we’d just shared.

“So, what were you expecting?” he asked, his voice still tinged with amusement.

I blushed, grinning at him. “I didn’t think things would get this hot so fast,” I replied, the laughter bubbling up between us.

His laughter was infectious, a sound that was uniquely his. After a few more sips of water, we pulled ourselves together and drove away, the conversation shifting to something more mundane: music preferences, digital gadgets, and the kind of everyday topics that felt surreal after what had just transpired.

As soon as he dropped me off, I felt a whirlwind of emotions. The evening had been more than a simple drive, it was a revelation of desires that had been simmering beneath the surface. I hurried inside, my mind replaying every moment, while my hands mechanically packed my bags for the upcoming trip. The thought of leaving the city for two weeks felt like torture, knowing that we had just begun to explore something I never had before.

Once I settled into the train seat, with the hum of the tracks beneath me, I couldn't resist reaching out to him. My fingers hovered over the screen before I typed, “ oh man, you made me crazy over you”

I waited, my heart pounding as the countryside blurred past the window. His reply came quickly, and I could almost hear the smile in his words. He was just as caught up in what we shared as I was. The conversation flowed easily as we talked about our next meeting, the memory of our makeout session still fresh and electric in our minds.

“The makeout we had was so good,” I texted, the words laced with anticipation. “But we just needed some private space, you know? The car wasn’t enough.”

He agreed, his excitement palpable even through the text. It felt like we were on the edge of something thrilling. I didn’t back down as I suggested, “I think we should find a room or something for next time. Can you look for a place while I’m away? I can’t wait to be back.”

Just as we were getting deeper into conversation, the signal on my phone began to flicker, the connection weakening as the train plunged into the countryside. The conversation abruptly halted, leaving me with a mix of frustration and longing. Work consumed me for the next few days, and I couldn’t reach out to him as much as I wanted to.

When I finally had a moment to breathe,I sent a quick text:
“Missed me?” the silence stretched for what felt like an eternity before his response came through: “yeah, maybe.”

His reply was playful, but there was an undercurrent of something deeper, something we both were beginning to acknowledge.