Part 2: Late Lunch

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With the help of her waist, she was brushing her between the legs against my lower belly. She was doing so vaguely that I was able to notice only when her skin which felt so slippery and light through her thin nylons touched my navel through the curled part of my combing.

We were in such an inappropriate position on the couch.

"Gizem, how thin body you have! (smile)"

"Look who is talking! I made pasta so we could gain a little weight, but thanks to you, we cooled it."

"Oh, well, we eat it fine by chatting."

I was able to stand up first, but I was a little shaken. It seemed like my legs would not hold, and for a moment I stumbled. Gizem stood up just in a leap, at that time I felt a sudden pain in my hips ... Yeah, it must have been a bite.

"Aaaa!"

She laughed wildly with laughter.

"You, maniac!"

"It looked so beautiful, how could i resist!"

When I looked at her over my shoulder, she was trying to remove the feather that had entered her mouth.I think she also cut off the hair of my polar pajamas with those big teeth.I stared at her in amazement for a while, but she didn't think there was anything weird about what she was doing.

We slowly walked over to the table, immediately sitting in the chair on my right corner, she crossed one leg over the other. In this case, since our chairs intertwined, the calves and foot that she bent from the knee were touching my upper leg. It was the first time I realized that I was studying her body and movements so deeply.This girl was definitely quite elegant, with her body language, facial expressions, and gestures, there were no men she couldn't have in the world.I thought I could learn a lot from her. I could not fully grasp what happened just after the ocassion. Informally, I moved with emotions already.Even if it is between two close friends, although it is obvious that it can be described as "strange" with its mildest expression,I think it will not be possible to fully describe the fancy i tooked to her in words.Indeed, what was the point of convergence just before? What exactly did that mean? Why is Figen not wearing underwear, and why is my body so ...... strangely (!) ... caressing on that couch?

Figen, who started to consume the pasta in his plate symmetrically from his left and right "What are you worried about?" asked.A piece of spaghetti was hanging from the corner where herlips meet. She was also shaking her foot in contact with my leg.I reached out with my hand and clicked the dangling piece of spaghetti back into her mouth."Hmm?" she asked with a smile.

I said "none", "I think of how the visa period will pass."

"Foolish, look at what's happening in front of you, don't worry before it's time." 

Yes, there were lessons from her that I had to learn about life. When I was just out of a visa period, I thought about the visa two months later.She hadn't neglected to open music before finally putting her phone in a corner.It was fun music, we continued to eat our delicious pasta in this way while the strange (!) atmosphere slowly dissipated.In the meantime, we did not neglect to gossip the people in the class and to share ideas about the agenda.It had been over half an hour since he finished the meal, but we were still chatting. The adrenaline created by what we lived on the couch a little ago had not passed yet, occasionally my hands were shaking.However, Figen was very comfortable, I could only notice that her cheeks were turned to pink rosy in the name of a change. In a moment she even stretched out her leg, which contacted me persistently, on my lap!

I looked at her face as if i was harshly criticizing;

"What a pleasure, good thing"

"Thanks to you mommy (smile). My stomach is full, I feel safe and secure." Oh what a wicked grin she had.

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