And the journey back home
And when I looked back, she was buoyant, chirpy and ...ok, hot.
Her petal like pink lips, coated with sensuous dark red lipstick were already half open, in inviting pose. And he took the initiative holding her head, he pulled and as their lips met, she brought out her tongue in anticipation. A quick learner, only yesterday I had taught her all the tricks of French kiss, but I could visualize her being taught kissing much earlier, by some girlfriend in a picnic or some outing ( most probably Diya)...scene on back seat was getting hotter....a slight kiss and then their lisp moved apart ...a bit and their tongues were touching, licking, kissing and then in a frenzied passion he held, head of Guddi with both hands and gulped her tongue, sucking it will full fervor.
I adjusted my mirror, yes...his hands were not idle but they were not in a tearing hurry too. Feeling, cupping fondling slightly, over her almost open white starched school blouse...and he will pause to flick her taut nips poking her school uniform...and when I looked up....kisses had become more urgent, longer and now he was pushing his tongue deep as it is his cock....in her cousin sister’s velvety mouth.
I was lost into thoughts, road was clear, we had come out of city and not much traffic. This was the last step, for his freedom, for him to realize his true persona and fight out his phantoms. When he will fuck...yes fuck...not make love....her, those cobwebs of past will go, which were making him to haunt sites under pseudonyms, causing hurdles in his being able to relate with other and himself....all obstacles will be gone.