Purple Amethyst is back with another story that happened last year.
It was one of those summer evenings, and I (A) was chilling at my house, lying on the bed, listening to my playlist. Suddenly, I got a call from my friend, asking what my plans for the night were. I replied nothing in particular and I was free for the night.
Then my friend invited me to his house where he and his cousins were throwing a party. I gladly accepted the invite, got ready and left for his house. My friend and his cousin greeted me. One of the cousins was Sweety. We had met a couple of times earlier.
She seemed to trust me as much as she trusted my friend. We all were handed a red cup filled with Vodka mojito, and we sat back on the couch and played music. And a bartender was mixing the cocktails and making sure none of our hands were empty.
We were playing some Bollywood songs and taking turns to dance and enacting and impersonating the actors. My friend, Sweety and I were of the same age group, early twenties. The other 2 people were close to 30. So my friend and Sweety used to hang out without the other cousins.
We went to clubs and cafes and shared our little life secrets. Sweety gets drunk easily, and we create a fuss. It’s not easy to calm her down. She gets too emotional and sometimes yells at people. My friend and I have dealt with this kind of situation a couple of times.
We know what to do if something similar is repeated. Me and my friend were enjoying to music and slowly sipping the cocktails. But there was Sweety gulping cocktails as if it were a competition. She was tipsy and started to make a fuss. We know it was normal and laid back.
But that day was different. She was sobbing and sobbing, and there was no end to her tears. Everyone tried to comfort her, but nothing was working. She got up, went to the counter, and asked for another drink while sobbing.
When the bartender was making a drink for her, she grabbed his collar and started to say, “I stole my friend’s kiss, I stole my friend’s kiss. I’m a horrible person. Please forgive me.” She started to apologize to the bartender for something she did with her friends.
She tipped on the bartender and asked him to apologize to her. We saw things were getting out of control and got up from the couch. We grabbed Sweety, put her drink aside and moved to the next bedroom. I told my friend that I would put her to sleep and come right back as she was about to pass out.
He nodded and moved back to the hall. I put Sweety on the bed and sat next to her, comforting her, saying, “It is fine. You did nothing wrong. Don’t worry, sleep.” To which she responded, “No A, I stole my friend’s kiss. It was supposed to be her kiss, but I kissed her date. I feel terrible.”
She asked if I could cuddle her for some time as it would make her warm. I agreed and laid next to her and we were spooning. She was wearing an orange crop top and skinny jeans. I could feel her bare waist on my palm and forearm. I put another hand under her head.
She was very slim and had round but perky tits that the entirety would fit perfectly in my palm. She had an oval face with a sharp nose and fair cheeks that every man wanted to play with. I was whispering to her, “It will be alright. Don’t worry about what happened. Just get some rest.”
But she didn’t stop sobbing and turned towards me. She hugged me harder and kissed my neck, saying she didn’t know what she was doing. I kissed her neck back and told her it was alright. I wiped her tears, placed a kiss on her forehead and her nose and pecked her lips. She turned the other way after our small kiss.
I whispered, now I stole your kiss, and it’s even. To which she didn’t reply but moved her body into mine. I started to kiss her neck and lick her ear lobes while running circles around her belly button. She stopped sobbing and moaned softly. That soft moan sent a spark along my spine.
I unbuttoned her skinny jeans. She moved my hand away from her pants immediately. I was now squeezing her waist. I moved my hand under her orange crop top and reached her chin through the crop top. I turned her face towards me and kissed her lips.
I said this would not be a peck and started to kiss her intensely. I pulled her lower lip and let it go and slowly circled my tongue around her lips and let my tongue slide between her lips. I did this for 2-3 minutes and let my tongue go deeper and reach her tongue.
The feeling of two tongues intertwining is pure ecstatic. I unhooked her bra with a flick of my fingers from the outside. I pulled the bra down with my hand, which was already inside her crop top. Her gorgeous, perky breasts were now exposed, their smooth skin and hardened nipples tempting me.
I couldn’t resist running my fingers across them, grabbing them by my palm, squeezing, pinching, and pressing them flat. I was feeling her shiver in response. I reached over and took one into my mouth, gently sucking on it as she let out a soft, breathy moan.
Her body arched towards me. I could feel her desire growing stronger, pushing me to the brink of madness with desire. I gently pulled Sweety on top of me, our bodies entwining as we continued our passionate kiss. My hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and contour, making her moan with pleasure.
She arched her back, pressing herself against me, her hot skin causing a fire to ignite within me. I knew we were dangerously close to being discovered, but the allure of her irresistible body was too strong to resist. I moved down her body, kissing her collarbone.
I then trailed my tongue along the sensitive skin of her neck. Then we moved back to the spooning, this time without the hindrance of her bra and my tee. The warmth from her bare back ignited my primal desire.
I grabbed her hard and dry-humped her while devouring her silky smooth neck. Not forgetting to leave hickeys. With the steady beat of the music pulsing in the background, I slipped a hand inside her skinny jeans, my fingertips tracing her slick entrance.
She gasped but didn’t hesitate. Her hips bucked against me as I slid a finger inside her. Her tightness was intoxicating, and I knew that I had to have more. I pulled away from her mouth, my breathing heavy and fast. “Tell me,” I whispered, desperation in my voice. “Tell me what you want.”
Sweety didn’t hesitate. “I want you,” she breathed, her eyes locked on mine. “I want you to make me feel sorry for what I’ve done.”
If you want to know what happened next how we popped her cherry that night? Wait for part 2. If you like what you are reading show some love and feedback.
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