In one swift movement, my dress is thrown to the corner of the room where this boy's T-shirt lies. He takes in my body as his eyes roam up and down my body.
He wolf-whistles at me and I stand up to press my body to his.
"If you aren't doing it fast, I am leaving", I whisper into his ears in a sultry voice and he chuckles. His body shaking in the laughter.
"Feisty as always", he winks and unclasps my bra using his one hand as his other hand is busy palming my bottom.
He presses his lips onto my shoulder blade and neck and in one swift motion, I yank his jeans and boxers down.
The clothes go to the corner of the room.
He uses his fingers to get in and out of me and I can't help but squirm under him as I clench the sheets tight.
Soon enough, his fingers are replaced with his tongue and I attempt to squeeze my thighs tight.
I feel his smirk on me as he pushes my thighs farther and continues his torture.
I can't help but moan and continue to grip the sheets tight.
I squeeze my eyes shut as there is a familiar feeling of flare rising up my stomach and the clench at the walls.
He smirks as I feel the hot wetness onto my walls and he comes over me to kiss my lips.
He bites my lower lip and I provide him entrance as we fight for dominance.
I am already panting for breath as he moves from over me and goes to the drawer.
I get a cigarette for myself as I hear the ripping of a packet.
Finally!
He rolls the condom over his aroused length as he comes on top of me again.
This time, to enter unannounced.
As many times as I have done this, it still hurts. I clench the sheets tighter and squeeze my eyes shut as I roll my hips to adjust.
He is slow at first, but then, he is quick enough to pick his pace.
I can't help but moan as he thrusts in and out of me.
"Holy fuck!", he swears out loud as he moves his hands onto my breasts and squeezes them.
My eyes roll to the back of my head and I arch my back a little.
"Shit!!", he continues swearing and I don't even remember half of what he said. They aren't significant anyways.
I dig my nails deeper into his skin and my legs are wrapped tighter around his torso as I feel the familiar flaring and clench at the walls of my stomach.
"St.. Stop!!", I whine but he barely hears it and I can't think of anything as I feel the warm liquid against my walls.
"Holy fuck! You are just so tight", he swears as he still struggles with his pace. After a few minutes, he too comes undone as relief washes over his face and he moves out of me to his side.
Our sweating chests rising and falling with same intensity and our loudly thumping hearts threaten to break out of our ribcage.
"That was... Awesome", he speaks after a few minutes as he regains composure.
"Well, I guess it wasn't bad", I reply.
Silence follows and I assumed he had fallen asleep.
"You know? I think I love someone", he speaks.
"Oh yeah? Are you sure? Or are you bluffing?", I ask picking at my nails.
"Why would I bluff about it?", he asks and I shrug.
"Maybe because you say you love someone and here you are having sex with me", I answer.
"I am confused, okay? Whenever I look at her, I smile. I actually smile and not smirk. My heart leaps with joy on seeing her and well... It feels magical", he says and I just hum.
"So what are you talking to me for? Go and ask her out", I face him now.
"It's not easy", he sighs.
"Well, it will be difficult for the girl to trust you because your sexual life isn't much of a secret", I say, cockily to which he laughs.
"What is your name again?", I ask him and he looks at me with disbelief.
"You don't know my name? I am deeply offended", he acts.
"I don't care about it. I just asked your name. If you don't want to say it, it's your choice", I say and turn around and I hear him laugh.
"You had sex with me even without knowing my name?", he asked me.
"It doesn't matter to me who the boy is. If I am having fun, why should I bother to judge?", I say.
"Well, I am Ashwin. We share the same psychology class", he says.
"Is there something like psychology I applied for? I might have been drunk then", I say and he laughs.
And the next moment he gets up from his bed.
"You leaving?", I ask him.
"Yeah", he says curtly before picking his clothes and putting them on.
Moments later, I hear the door open and his footsteps going out.
The room feels empty and cold. The possessor of this room is me and so the emptiness and coldness is welcomed.
I push the comforter away from my body and get a cigarette to smoke.
I search the drawers for some cocaine, but maybe I ran out of them.
I sigh and walk to the balcony, only in my T-shirt.
I smoke out the puff through my nose and pick up my phone to ask for some cocaine.
My dealer gets me a pretty good amount of it and in a cheap price.
After placing my order, I look at my arms. Black inks cover them in different shapes and sizes hiding the scars beneath them. It is difficult to make out any injury made to them.
I have even run out of steroids.
Great. Fucking great!
I am just left with a packet of cigarettes which will be over soon.
I wonder what mom, dad and Astha must be doing.
Don't go there. You aren't a part of them anymore.
I explain myself and I try to contain myself.
No matter what I do, I am not a permanent part of anybody's life and neither do I want to.
I can't help but wonder if thirty years later, I would be alive. And if I am, then who will bury me after I die?
I nearly laugh at myself for wanting someone.
Love.
Love is nothing but a way of seeking attention and I have plenty of that.
I remind myself thoroughly.
Sleep is miles away from me and I just decide to take a walk around the small city.
Why would you want love anyways?
I kept asking myself that question, that whole night.
Because days aren't my things.
*sigh*
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So, finally, I found a start to this story. For re-readers, thank you for considering to take a glance at it. And for new readers, I hope you guys enjoy it.
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