Oh My R!

1. First Kiss - A prologue

"Please don't make me do this Thash! Not now... at least!" Red pleaded. Deep inside he wanted it to happen more than Thashi .

R was going through a battle against whatever it is in our body that's responsible for the blush. As usual, he lost; his eyeball slithered, lips quivered and his dimple, Thashi's favorite, had appeared denting his flawless wheatish brown skin.

"Just a small peck won't do any harm my wax boy. I won't melt you. I promise." Thashi teased in a pampering tone.

Thashi's eyes, sharp as a surgical blade, pierced Red with a confident look.That' s because R was not strong enough to return the stare.

"But Thash..." Thashi shushed him by clipping his lips together with her long delicate fingers.

"Shh...Close your eyes and open only when I say so!' Thashi whispered.

That whisper was the most deafening sound he had ever heard in his lifetime. It challenged his manhood. He was extremely afraid and never did he realize before that fear would be this much pleasing.

Red gave a terrified look and his eye lids shut themselves tight in a reflex. Thashi noticed his left hand tightly clenching his pants while his right hand was pressing against the wall. That made her smile. She was indeed proud.

Thashi got one of those rare smiles that had the tendency to set any kind of worse mood right within seconds. If Thashi were a Jew in Hitler's reign, he would have been remembered as a cruel villain that realized his mistake and became a poet.

Thashi was 18 and way taller than what stereotyped to be a normal height for women. She got a long pointed nose situated perfectly between her heart-throbbing blinkers; on a square face. She naturally got pouty lips and on the contrary, she hated selfies. Her thick black hair started just above her thin eyebrows, drawn back, tightened into a pony. The perfect and typical anime-like pony. She was beautiful and her honey toned complexion was a perk.

Meanwhile Red, an inch shorter and a year older than Thashi was gifted with a rectangular face that had enough space for his tall hawk nose, a pair of deep dark eyes guarded by bushy connected eyebrows, and sharp lips. His decade-long wish for facial hairs was still a dream. He grew a long hair that was gelled and combed back. He doesn't give much attention to his appearance, but couldn't avoid his dimple being a point of attraction.

Even Thashi was nervous, but Red's visible terror had been a boost to her confidence. No matter it's love or war, enemies' visible weakness is an ultimate weapon that ultimately leads one toward victory and help conquer kingdoms. She wanted to conquer Red. Beat him in the battlefield of love, dominate him, devour his fear, and brew an infinite pleasure out of it. Thashi wanted to be overdosed with Red's love; fill every cell of her body with red's presence until there was no longer a place in her body that could afford Red so that he'd squirt out in the form of a ear-shattering moan of love; satisfying her lingering crave for R.

Thashi slowly tilted her head and neared the terro'Red'. Her breeze-like breathe reached him before she did; tickled him and gave him a chill that his whole body went into vibration mode for a moment. It was just a matter of seconds before Thashi will land her first kiss on R's lips, but that seemed to be a ticklish eternity for him.

Red adored those moments. He wanted to inscribe those passing instants on the walls of his memory lane so that he would relive it again and again. He didn't want it to end soon. He wished that the reducing distance between her lips and his cheek freeze at a certain point of time so that he could devour the pleasure of looking forward to the magical moment eternally.

Her lips finally met his. She was prepared for this moment; been through a thousand mental rehearsal and none of them were satisfying. She wanted it to be perfect.

The anticipated perfect moment was finally live.

Her upper lip slowly caressed R's lower lip that was dry until then and her hands wrapped around R's waist. In fact, she was squeezing his back along with his shirt as her long shining finger nails was making an impression behind the cloth. Once the different flavors of their saliva mingled, it triggered the dark emotions that was otherwise suppressed and hidden in their brain cells; they started realizing the monstrous pleasure hidden in the lanes of submission and they submitted themselves to each other.

Suddenly...

She felt burdened... Literally. R was totally hanging on her grasp. The moment was no more mutual. She no more felt that she was being kissed. His lips were numb. It felt like R was clinging on to her only by her kiss. Her heart suddenly increased its pumping pace. On situations like this, human tend to realize his/her utmost potential; the power of the subconscious. The moment it takes control and narrates the reality, we won't be in the state of accepting it. We won't appreciate its supreme power. We simply pray for the subconscious to be a liar.

She slowly opened her eyes to see his are staring blankly at her face...at nothing. May be it still had some life to it. May be it was stubborn enough to not leave her sight leaving the parted soul blind.

At the moment, only one of their hearts was beating. Beating faster... Desperately wanting to stop.

Her whole body froze. She wished that she could suddenly wake up from her worst nightmare, startled. She didn't. It was happening.

Thashi screamed her tragedy out to only find out her voice had followed the course of his soul. It's gone...

He was gone!

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