Virginity or virtue. What Really Defines Her?

07. Wake up, Wake up

The thrill of anticipation hung in the air as we made plans to meet again after two weeks. This time, the excitement wasn’t just about being together—it was about experiencing something new.

The hotel I originally wanted was fully booked, so we had to search for another one within our budget. When we finally found one, it turned out to be a luxurious suite, complete with two air conditioners, a TV, couch, dining table, dressing corner, refrigerator,antique ceiling fan with a rope in the middle and  a sexy bed The room was sexy, luxurious, and perfect for what we had in mind.

That day, I was feeling unusually sleepy. He said he would come to pick me up after a couple of hours, and I agreed, planning to take a short nap until then. But before I could fully drift off, my phone rang. It was him, calling much earlier than expected. "Hey Neysa, I got free early. Shall I come now?" he asked. In my sleepy voice, I replied, "Yaa sure, no problem."

I always met him with no makeup, just a touch of lip balm, open hair, and nice clothes. When he arrived, I slid into the car and said, "Nind lag gayi thi yaar meri." He chuckled, "Haan, mujhe laga awaz se. Koi baat nahi, nind uda denge saari," which reminded me of the first time we slept together.After some chit-chat and miles, we reached the hotel.

The room was everything we hoped for, with a bathtub that added an extra touch of luxury. We were waiting for the room service guy to bring water bottles, as we had forgotten to bring any with us. But he was taking forever. After a couple of calls to the receptionist, I decided to take a nap, saying, "Woh aaye toh utha dena."Minutes passed, and I was half asleep, when the water bottles finally arrived.

He leaned over me, excitement dancing in his eyes, and whispered, "Utho, utho, utho." The energy between us was electrifying, and I could feel his anticipation in every movement.

After he leaned over me, I couldn't resist. My lips found his, and I started playing with his hair, locking my legs around his back. That day, I was wearing a dress with more than eight buttons. He looked at me with a playful sigh and said, "Itne saare buttons?" For a second, I thought he was complaining, so I lifted up and started unbuttoning the dress myself, tossing it onto the floor.He smiled and said, "It would have been fun to open those buttons myself... but never mind."With that, we melted into each other's embrace, our bodies blending together like coffee mixing with milk.

The dim lights cast a warm glow on his face as he hovered above me, making it a moment I'll always remember.

It was my turn to unwrap him, and eagerly sat over him, unbuttoning his shirt with anticipation. As my fingers worked through the buttons, my playful side couldn’t  resist teasing him, “ you should have worn a t-shirt,” I said, half-joking. He grinned and replied, “ you didn’t ask me to.”

But even though I was joking, the fun of undressing him completely was undeniable. His belt was a bit of a struggle, but I managed to undo it, savouring every moment. I think he loved the way I left bites on his neck and belly- it became my favourite way to mark him as mine. Even once he showed me the marks I gave to him with a wide smile, luckily  it wasn’t visible with a shirt, as the marks were on inner territory.

The whole experience turned into a playful game—him savouring me, then me savouring
him, without any shame or hesitation. We’d take breaks between rounds, lying there, catching our breath, and just talking about our feelings and whatever random thoughts came to mind.

At one point, the creaking bed made me laugh, and we both burst into laughter when the old ceiling fan started making noises like a worn-out table fan. The rope attached to it was swaying wildly, making us feel like it might just fall on us at any moment.