We both started the class again, but this time I took on the role of teacher, imparting my knowledge through direct experience, while Arun BekFah was the student. The screams in my head prevented me from holding back, after having lost myself in this thought since the afternoon. I pressed my lips against hers again, introducing my tongue to taste the sweetness in her mouth, which still had a slight aroma of toothpaste, inviting and refreshing.
Arun BekFah, now stabilized, tilted her head to match, knowing the rhythm and showing no resistance. Whenever I pulled away to give her a chance to breathe, she asked...
"Am I doing it right?"
"Does it feel good?"
"Do you like it?"
I just smiled and nodded in response, before continuing to do everything according to the rhythm. Our skin brushed against each other, arms and legs touching, with only our torsos separated by the clothes, while I still moved my hand lightly and firmly on her breasts.
Now I can’t think of anything else. It feels like I haven’t done something like this in so long that I can’t remember the last time I got involved in this way. My hand slowly moved down from her chest, sliding down her belly, and about to enter the edge of the small person’s pants, while my mouth still occupied with the sweet-faced secretary’s neck.
I'm so absorbed in the secretary’s neck that I don't notice.
“Yawn…”
I freeze in my every action and frowned for a moment. Although I am pretty sure half out of it, that sound seem to have awakened my rapidly sinking consciousness.
“What was that?”
“It’s nothing, just a yawn.”
The small person shske her head in denial, but still opened her mouth to yawn. Arun BekFah raised her hand to cover her mouth, as tears of sleepiness streamed down her cheeks.
“I guess I’m just a little tired.”
“Tired, huh?”
At this time? I quickly get up and turned to lie down next to her, feeling unsure. Arun BekFah is still lying in the same position and give me a sideways glance.
"Have you finished class yet?"
"Smile, that should be enough. Besides, it's already quite late."
"That's right, it's already three in the morning."
The sweet-faced person reaches out to grab her phone and look at the time.
"So, what should we do now?"
"Well, let's go to sleep, you're tired."
"That's right. Thank you for guiding me."
The small person placed her phone in the middle of the headboard and turned her back to me. I also turned to the other side and closed my eyes, like someone who had lost confidence, but I couldn't help but ask Arun, like someone who doesn't like to lose.
"Is it that boring?"
"..."
"Arun?"
"..."
When it was time to sleep, the sweet-faced secretary fell asleep easily, as if she was really tired and not just pretending. And the more she acted like this, the more I felt ashamed and wanted to hide underground, run away to ask for citizenship from President Xi Jinping, because I could no longer stay in Thailand. Is it really that annoying? And now, how am I going to look at her face?!!!!😅😅
