Friends of friends

I'd forgotten how long it had been since we last met,
but the first impression was still so vivid.
Ani, a friend of a friend of a friend,
showed up at a drinking party.
She was supposed to be there to cheer me up,
but it turned into some kind of celebration, with everyone
inviting each other out. I didn't mind too much; I just sat there watching, guessing who would leave. It was a fun game!
Ani wasn't very talkative, perhaps because she, like me, couldn't fit in with the group. She sat to my right,
only turning her head slightly to look at me when I invited her to a toast. The rest of the time, we were silent.
Until someone suggested going to karaoke, I took a bottle of red wine and got into her car, sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window and drinking. "
I don't want to go. Will you drink with me?"
She didn't answer, instead calling the group to tell them we weren't going. "
But I don't know where to go," I said weakly to the window.
She still didn't speak, and I didn't ask again. I finished my bottle and, unable to resist the urge to sleep, closed my eyes.
Ani gently cupped my face and woke me up, helping me out of the car.
"A motel, huh?"
she shrugged helplessly.
"You don't have a girlfriend, do you?"
She shook her head.
Upstairs,
on the table were opened bottles of red wine, plum wine, champagne, sorghum liquor, vodka, soda, juice, and two large bottles of mineral water . "That
's enough, isn't it?"
That was her first sentence to me .
Red wine, champagne, a casual conversation, the remote control in her hand, the TV screen constantly changing.
The air was heavy, every breath a struggle.
Alcohol was my oxygen.
She went to shower, and I picked up my phone, looking at photos I should have deleted six months ago.
That handsome face was always buried in the chests of women outside, telling me it was all just an act.
"Fuck you!" I downed
the drink in one gulp, it was gone.
I drank what Ani had left.
Foolishly being played, still clinging to the past,
tears streaming down my face, unsure if it was resentment or humiliation.
Ani came out wrapped in a towel.
I rushed into the bathroom, head down,
washing my body listlessly, unable to find any way to wash away the feeling of helplessness.
I stormed out, ignoring what was in the cup on the table, drank it all, and crawled into bed.
Ani lay down too, facing me. "
Are you okay
? No. No. Not at all!
Want to make love
...?"
I turned and lay flat, turning my face to the other side.
Oh no! I'm only wearing a towel, nothing underneath!
Ani rested her head on my right arm,
her face directly against my neck,
still, lips pursed.
Like being electrocuted, I couldn't help but try to pull away from her face, but
she pressed her right hand against my left cheek,
leaving me nowhere to escape.
As if searching for something,
her lips roamed over my neck,
occasionally sliding to my ear,
each touch sending electric currents through my body,
each touch making me increasingly unwilling to resist.
She turned my back to her,
kissing
my shoulders and back with varying degrees of intensity,
her hands sliding along the curves of my body through the towel, from top to bottom, then from bottom to top.
Ani untied my towel and
pressed her face against my back.
He stroked me with his hands, kissed me with his lips, sucked on me,
and touched my body with his fingers.
I bit my lower lip, gripping the pillow tightly to keep from crying out,
but it was all too unbearable; my whole body was already numb and weak. "
Wait!"
Ani stopped his agonizing actions,
looking at me as I managed to squeeze out those four words, but I was too weak to say anything more.
The only sound in the room was my panting.
Was it the alcohol aphrodisiac, or was it because my body had never been treated like this before? Were
n't all the previous foreplays like in adult films—a few kisses, a few strokes of the breasts, penetration, and it was over?
What was going on with this situation?
Why did these actions, unrelated to sex, feel so pleasurable
? My mind was racing, thinking about these questions.
I'm 20 years old, and I've had two girlfriends. Our sex routine was exactly the same as what we were taught in school.
We never took off our clothes; we were always fully clothed. I would strip naked and be watched like a statue on the bed.
I even bought lubricant myself in case they suddenly wanted to penetrate me. Because they didn't seem to understand what pain meant.
I looked at Ani, at her mouth, and thinking about what had just happened, I suddenly felt a shiver run through me.
I had absolutely no idea what would happen next, and I started to feel a little nervous.
Is it normal to feel a jolt like an electric shock?
She smiled. "This
isn't your first time,
is it?" Of course not!
It was the first time I'd felt this way.
I turned over and lay flat, covering myself with the blanket.
My breathing was finally almost normal, but why was I panting so heavily, like I was climbing a mountain? This was so strange! "
Can we continue?"
Ani didn't wait for my response, untied her towel, and kissed my lips before I could even react.
It was still numb, that numbness shooting from my brain straight to between my legs. I tried to squeeze them together, but her legs blocked me.
Her tongue first circled my lips, then forcefully entered, disrupting my senses.
It was itchy, itchy in my head, probably because of her tongue!
It was itchy in my body, probably because I could feel her nipples rubbing against my skin! I gasped.
I could barely breathe. I tried to push her away, but she pinned both my hands down.
Her legs, already wet,
tightened around me, as if she were begging for something.
It was embarrassing, yet also incredibly pleasurable.
She released my hands, cupping my chest with both,
her tongue teasing my firm breasts. Her other hand traced circles on my thigh with her fingers, then probed inwards.
Suddenly, she whispered in my ear,
"You're so wet!"
I didn't know why; it couldn't have been my fault!
Thinking this to myself,
she kissed me gently again until she took my penis in her mouth forcefully.
My back arched reflexively, and my hands weakly held her head.
My right hand was below, pinching my already swollen nipple with my fingers, lingering at the entrance.
My legs had already been opened by her, and in this position and with her movements, I was beginning to crave fullness, both mentally and physically.
But she hesitated, her left hand caressing my chest, kissing my lips, her tongue circling my ears, neck, and chest.
My body began to writhe,
as if this was my only way to protest.
I tried to grab her right hand to stop her from torturing me, but I failed.
She began to press hard on that spot, stirring it, and
I could only grip the sheets tightly, enduring this long-lost pleasure.
As I trembled from a clitoral orgasm,
she finally entered me.
Quickly, but not roughly.
Slow movements were not enough for me, who was burning with desire!
I held her tightly, begging for kisses,
my hips moving faster to meet her hands.
It felt so good, I whispered in her ear.
Finally, she quickened her pace,
burying her face in her neck and shoulder, holding her tightly.
My upper body was stimulated by her breasts, and
my lower body was filled by her so much,
feeling the contractions increasing in frequency . I
finally couldn't help but cry out.
She didn't stop immediately, still moving slowly,
her lips touching my cheek. Was she smiling?
I could only hold her, trying to breathe in every hard-won breath,
panting and enjoying it.
I felt her gaze on me, and suddenly felt shy and didn't dare to look at her.
It was the first time someone other than my girlfriend had touched me, and I only felt shy after climaxing. What was going on?
What the hell!
I covered my face with the blanket, not wanting to be seen.
"You're so quiet, but your body feels so sensitive."
She said, pulling her hand away,
but hearing those words sent another shiver down my spine.
"No one will think you're mute if you don't talk!"
Damn it, this person shouldn't talk.
Why does even her speech have an electric effect?
I feel it too.
She rested her chin on her left hand, smiling sweetly at me.
I realized then that my thigh was between her legs.
It felt wet.
What should I do? I suddenly panicked.
I'd never been with a woman before. I used to want to, but none of the women I met would let me
. After a while, I seemed to have given up on the thought altogether.
I looked at her,
trembling, and placed my hand on her breast.
I remembered the first and last time
I'd touched my girlfriend's breasts through her clothes during sex.
The consequences were terrible. I realized that
I shouldn't touch the women I'd have sex with . She pulled my left hand to her waist, kissed me, and rubbed it against my thigh. Even this action sent a jolt through me; I unconsciously frowned. I couldn't understand it at all. She moved her body upwards, letting her nipples glide across my face. I cupped them in my hands and took them into my mouth. Lacking any real skill, I first tried sucking, then imitated her, circling them with my tongue, teasing them up, down, left, and right. Surprisingly, it wasn't her reaction, but rather the sound of her voice that excited me more and more. I bent my knees, pressing my thighs closer to her private parts, feeling the wetness, and I smiled. So this is what it feels like. So this is what it feels like to want a woman. I let her lie flat, my mouth still on her breasts, like a greedy child wanting both sides. My hands moved downwards, playing with her pubic hair, enjoying the ticklish sensation of the pubic hair on my palms, as if I were touching myself, it felt so good. I moistened my fingers with some moisture and touched them up and down, I found it! Excitedly, I kept pressing against her. Suddenly, Ani turned my head towards her, " Be gentle, don't be so rough." She said to me with a smile. Damn it, was that smile mocking me? I can do it too!! I kissed her, trying to loosen my grip, and slid my fingers quickly from side to side on that spot. She covered my hand with hers, controlling my speed and angle, telling me not to stop. Ani whispered in my ear. How could I stop? I whispered back. Until she hugged me tightly, trembling weakly in my arms. Not wanting her to have a chance to rest, I slipped my index and middle fingers into her wetness. After they entered, I couldn't help but groan. The warm, wet feeling of being enveloped, the pleasure from my fingertips, made me press my lips tightly against hers, afraid that this pleasure would make it impossible for me to continue. Finding the perfect rhythm, I continued to suckle at her breasts. Ani's skin was so white and tender; just resting my face on it felt wonderful. I started to feel my hands being held tighter and tighter, making it a little difficult to move, but it stimulated me, making me speed up. I closed my eyes, enjoying all the sounds in the room, her breathing, her heartbeat. As she climaxed, it felt as if all my strength had left me, and I collapsed limply onto her. Ani wrapped her arms around my waist and gently kissed me.

She whispered in my ear, almost hypnotically, "
Sleep well."
I closed my eyes, adjusted my position,
and fell into a deep sleep on her shoulder.
This was the first time I'd made a woman orgasm,
the first time I'd slept naked with a woman,
the first time I'd discovered that sex was actually very pleasurable,
the first time I'd felt an electric current coursing through my body,
and also the first time I'd had sex without love,
and I fell in love with this simplicity.
Ani remained a stranger .
We never asked each other about our lives,
nor did we deliberately contact each other,
but whenever we were single,
she would appear at our friends' gatherings.
We were the same—
not talkative, drinking heavily, making love.
I loved every person I dated,
but sexually,
they couldn't give me any of that electric feeling.
This really bothered me.
Several years passed like this.
I didn't make love with Ani very often,
but every time, just kissing her
was enough for my body to crave her.
She was still the only stranger to me.
Ani was a nickname I gave her,
and she was used to me calling her that.
I still didn't know which friend had brought her here. I
had once considered trying a one-night stand,
but I backed down because I didn't have an angelic face or a devilish figure.
I don't want to dwell too much on whether love stems from sex or good sex stems from love.
I've discussed it with Ani;
I don't feel love for her,
and she simply enjoys having sex with me. Even
without love,
we can still have wonderful sex!
Ani has been missing for two years;
I have no idea whether she's alive or dead.
And my next relationship seems so far away.

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