41 Winner: Amaan (2/2)

I sighed heavily because my hustle had paid off. I had worked hard on pointless assignments to get my 73. Now, it had paid off.

…And yet, I felt heavy. The stress on my mind had only increased. The heart didn't beat with pomp and joy, but it shook with nervousness and fear.

Amaan put her laptop away and laid down on the bed. she stretched her long limbs and purred like a cat, rubbing her eyes and nose with her palms. She looked cute.

I was still shocked at her ability to change the institution's rules without being an authoritative figure. I thought to myself if she'd tell me how she got that power.

”Won't the people at the university question you about bumping my grade?”

”Don't worry about that. there would be no questions posed at you or me. Worry about how you'd pay me for the disrespect you caused earlier.”

I was hoping to keep her away from that thought process, but it didn't go as well as planned. I gritted my teeth while she smirked without looking at me.

”What would you like, professor?”

”Let's see. You have seen how I live. You have also seen the amount of people I talk to. I have it all. I really do. But I do lack the skills of communication. Maybe I am wrong. I come from a nation where people are reclusive. I always thought this was how it was supposed to be, but I clearly didn't have wide horizons in my past. I always feel like I am missing something…”

”You're missing a friend,” I interrupted Amaan and let out my thoughts. The way she solemnly expressed her feelings of loneliness made me sad for her. I had heard a bit about her background, but I never thought she'd be that much of a hermit.

”Amaan, if you'd like, I would love to be your friend.”

She turned to a side and looked into my eyes. Then, without any expressions, she spoke, ”Would you really? You know friends talk, right? They tell secrets, have fun times, and all those things. Are you up for a commitment?”

”Yes. Yes! I'd love to be your friend.”

Suddenly the mood was jovial. The heavy anvil of nervousness dropped on the ground and I felt like I had already passed one hurdle. It wont be long until I become good friends with her, and be in her safe network.

”Thanks, Madonna. It means a lot to me. You should know that I am a person of taste and culture. But I can also be rather impulsive and stubborn. If you can stick with me while I am in dirt, I'd always remember to pay your friendship back.”

Amaan stretched her hand in my direction. This was it. It was my chance to stick with her and be on her side. Slowly and steadily she'd reveal the extent of her influence, and this can bear fruit for me and Blessing in the future.

I slipped my palm in her open hand. My fingers touched each one of hers before locking them in a handshake. A pact was formed between us, I could see it in her eyes. Those eyes were shining, like big rubies or emeralds. And maybe, just maybe, I had found my golden duck.

In a quick motion, Amaan pulled me in her direction and narrowed the distance between us. And just like an impulse, I closed my eyes before our lips touched. We kissed. And it felt beautiful.

Our lips locked with each other. Amaan was in the lead, and I could only follow up to her aggression. She was caressing, touching, biting my lips, and all I was trying to do is make her discover more places to do so. All of my blood gushed in my ears, cheeks and nipples. I had become warm with pleasure.

We separated from each other but a string of saliva still bridged between us. As the distance slowly increased, the connection with our fluids was lost, and the one with our vision was made.

We were inches apart from each other. I could feel her breath on my face and chin. And I was breathing pretty heavily myself. It was a very charged moment for me, which short circuited my brain and I completely forgot my promise with Blessing.

We were still in the process of gathering each other when something moved in me and I bent in front, hoping to land my lips on hers. This time, Amaan retracted herself from the equation. She stood up and started walking in small steps.

What was going on? Was it lust that made me go for a second kiss? Was it respect? Fear? Or, was it Greed?

”It is all too new for me. I am sorry I did that. that was completely unprofessional.” Amaan was rambling on for a hot minute before I ran over to her and calmed her down.

”Hey, look at me,” I said,” Listen, it happens. Your instincts and impulses made you do it. Don't sweat it.”

Amaan took a deep breath before nodding with me. I tried to calm her down for another ten minutes. She finally came back to her senses and made me promise that I'd visit her again. I nodded and said that I looked forward to it. We cracked a couple of jokes to elevate the mood and finally said bye for the night.

I reached Pokhra two and a half hours early than I intended. All the while it was the kiss, me and Amaan shared, on my mind. The way her smooth lips felt soft on touch. The way her breath got a little bit heavy when she pulled herself from second kiss. The banter that we shared about her confusing sexual identity. It was all the moments that I had shared with a friend of mine. It was like past was caressing me once again.

Now I had two women on my mind, both of them whom I had kissed. Both of them had something special in their kisses.

With my mind numb to present, I knocked on the door. I couldn't find a rational explanation to my imagination, but I desired the one who greeted me from the other side of the door would be Amaan. Instead it was the surprised face of my girlfriend.

The surprised look on Blessing's face made me uneasy. It made me unpleasant. She pounced on me and kissed me. It was the same spot that Amaan had kissed me an hour ago. But the taste was different. The feeling was different. The person was different.

The reason I had forgotten came back to me, but the lingering touch of my professor was too strong for me to handle. The pantyhose that covered Blessing's legs were eager to be torn apart. The orange thong was ready to be pulled off her crotch. Her body was ready for me to feast upon. Yet, a single kiss weighed out my stimulus.

That was the first ingredient of destruction.