Midnight Darkness
The midnight darkness deepened as I switched off the small bulb hanging from the bus roof. Snoring sounds echoed through the rows, blending into the profound silence. I pulled the duvet over us, and her fingers skillfully undid the buttons of my shirt.
Her hands explored my chest, teasing my nipples with her tongue. A satisfied grin played on my face as waves of pleasure coursed through me. Her warm breath tickled the tiny hairs on my chest as she lifted her head, revealing playful mischief and intense passion in her eyes.
My desire reached its peak, and I struggled to hold back the impending release. Her fingers traced down my belly, grabbing hold, signaling her readiness for the next move. I clenched my teeth, trying to resist, but with each passing moment, it became more challenging.
With a playful throw, I shifted her position. A smirk formed on her lips, quickly met by a kiss. Oh, heavens! Ecstasy overwhelmed me, leaving me drenched, and her body moved in a rhythm of its own.
Her breath quickened, and the anticipation in the air heightened.
As I sucked the breath out of her, my passionate sighs filled the air, leaving her with no choice but to inhale the intensity of our shared desire. My tongue entwined with hers, urging her to breathe within me, while her fingers clenched my bare back, nails now digging into my skin.
Every sigh, every moan was encapsulated within her, and I had no intention of releasing her any time soon. I sensed her back tense as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer in the midst of the night. Our skins collided in the dimly lit bus, accompanied by the not-so-melodious symphony of snoring companions. Nevertheless, our bodies swayed in the deep, intimate dance, melting into each other between our thighs.
Breaking the kiss, she lifted her face to take a gulp of fresh air. I shifted off the seat, squeezing into the limited space between her and the seat in front.
"What are you up to?" she asked, eyebrows raised and eyes narrowed.
"Just wait and watch."
And, trust me, you're going to enjoy it the most," I said, a smile curving the edges of my lips. The glint of anticipation sparkled in her eyes as my fingers began their ascent over her curves, starting from her shins. I inhaled her fruity aroma, savoring it as I moved gradually upward.
When my journey reached her knees, I shifted the weight to my knees, and she cupped my head, running her fingers through my hair. Her head bent down, lips meeting mine, and soft whispers traced along my ears.
"No! Stop it!"
Ah, finally, she said it. Those words lingered at the edge of my consciousness, triggering a response. Yet, the magnetism that pulled us together moments ago refused to let go.
"No! Let me finish it," I heard myself saying, pecking lightly at her lips and returning to my task. This time, she resisted.
May I swear once more? I found her resistance even more enjoyable than her persistence. The simple attraction that brought us together transformed into a surprisingly satisfying moment, surpassing my initial imagination. Scenes from romantic movies played in the recesses of my mind as a grin emerged on my lips.
My fingers ascended on her gleaming thighs, tracing their path below her skirt until they reached their destination. Slipping beneath the elastic of her panty, her hands clenched my shoulders, pulling my body backward.
As I tugged on my manhood between my thighs, my finger explored her G-spot. Gradually, it moved over her cervix, and with a polite yet assertive force, I thrust my index finger inside her. Her legs locked around me as I kept it inside, moving it slightly. The attempts to pull back became more forceful but failed to stop me for some moments.
I persisted until, with her full force, she threw me back, and I witnessed tears streaming down her cheeks. Instantly withdrawing my finger, I cupped my hand around her face.
Something inside me shattered.
A powerful realization struck me, shaking my entire being.
"I'm so sorry, sorry!" I stammered.
She was crying, and I was responsible for that.
I despised myself.
Immensely.
"No, no, I didn't intend to hurt you," I whispered as I wiped away her streaming tears.
She remained silent.
No words, no hums. Just her sobbing.
I tried everything – stroking her hair, rubbing her back – anything that came to mind to stop her silent cries. Yet, tears continued to well in her eyes, dripping and plopping onto my hands.
Feeling hopeless and useless, I looked into her eyes, deep and intense. I felt weakened by the pearls falling from her eyes. In a moment of frustration and desperation, I grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head forward.
Without a single word of apology or explanation for my dominant, forceful behavior, without expressing my self-loathing for my actions, I hated myself for hurting her. I hated myself for being so mean.
Without saying anything, I pressed my lips against hers, kissing her for as long as I could. I kissed her until the tears stopped welling in her eyes. Kissed her until the sobbing smothered, and her body became relaxed, motionless, calm.
I kissed her as I tightly gripped her hair, her bosom pressed against my unyielding chest.
I kissed her passionately, blending the boundaries of gentle and intense, until the darkness gave way to the morning light. My lips remained locked with hers until her bosom heaved, and the strength returned to her hands. As she pulled on my shirt and pushed me back, the energy in her body began to move, and her breath grew dense. I kissed her until all the sorrows vanished, replaced by the freshness of the morning breeze caressing my bareback.
With a lingering lull in our eye contact, I composed myself back into my seat. I pulled up my pants, buttoned my shirt, and turned my head to observe the wild fields passing by. We didn't exchange words, nor did we bid each other farewell. When the bus eventually halted, and our guides instructed us to disembark, I noticed her gathering her belongings with a subtle smile. She walked toward the door, and I focused on the white building of our school, anticipating the awkwardness that awaited us in the coming days.
Stepping off the last stairs without a glance back, I headed towards the north path leading to my home, leaving behind a chapter that seemed both intense and inexplicably complicated..