Free Close Too Close by Meenu, Shruti Page B

unsettled me in delicious ways and tonight would be no exception. On request, I had worn a red-and-black checked shirt for which she had professed her love.
    It had been four months since we had started doing our thing, but I was still thrown out of gear when I rang her doorbell. The hug I could manage easily, but after that, envisioning the kiss – on the lips? With tongue? Peck? On the cheek? A quick peck could be plausible when disengaging from the hug. Thinking of how to give a long and wet kiss or responding to one would always stress me out and then I ended up not doing anything at all or looking like an awkward, hasty chump while doing it.
    She opened the door and grabbed my hand to pull me in. Shoving the door shut with the ball of her foot, she backed me into it. Uncertain, excited and panicky, I flattened up against it hard, feeling the eyehole press into my scalp. Sex was in the air, I could almost smell it. Two pairs of tautly-clasped hands skidded up against the door until they reached shoulder level. Her knee rose up as her toes travelled along the inner seam of my pants. Toes digging into my crotch, knee bent up against my chest, hands pushed against the wall, noses touching each other’s tips.
    This was so fuckin’ hot. No one had ever done this to me before. Both electrified and embarrassed, I wished that I had a drink before showing up. If I had drunk enough maybe I could flip her to the wall and unzip her to fuck her. That’s what the confident me could have done. Right now, I didn’t know what to do with myself or how to enjoy what was happening to me – I needed to feel it all, but instead I kept on thinking. If I could get my hands on a little alcohol, my brain wouldn’t get in the way of my actions. Wet, wanting but wary – I just couldn’t do this.
    PERSON 2
    She smelled so good and looked yummy in that shirt. I wasn’t going to wait around for her to jump me. Arousal coursed through me as my hand, five fingers splayed, pushed hers down against the door. I angled my foot into her crotch, ran it down her thigh and flexed it to my right. My foot pushed, her legs parted and pelvis jutted into pelvis. I had her standing spread-eagled and pinned to the wall. Hunching over her, my tongue pried open her lips almost forcefully, entering her mouth and traversing the underside of her tongue.
    Lover-girl offered no resistance – silent, submissive and passive. This was my payback for all the nights of all-consuming lust – my sleep seized from me with thoughts of her fucking me, fucking me hard, fucking me long and hard. I heaved into her when I started kissing the point where the sharp jawline met the neck. Whether I kissed, licked or sucked – she tasted good all over. My cunt ached for her so, my grip on her hands slackened in the hope that they would wander.
    PERSON 1
    The way she kissed me on my neck made my toes curl. She had immobilised me so it was a relief that I wasn’t expected to do anything. The lapel of her coat rubbed my nipple and made it hard. It was the first time I’d seen her in formal office wear. An austere, high pony-tail, a brown coat covering a sternly buttoned, stiffly starched, constricted white shirt, followed by khakis. A stunning combination, the serious, controlled exterior with a raging, out-of-control interior. I had barely begun to enjoy looking at her, when I started to think of how I would eventually have to get all of this off her. How do you divest someone of a jacket? Plus women’s formal pants always seem to have three extra, unnecessary and oddly placed buttons to be unfastened.
    Maybe I wouldn’t have to do anything soon; this could be just a very sexy greeting. After a few drinks some random buttons wouldn’t even enter my head and I wouldn’t look like I didn’t know what I was doing. I couldn’t see the glasses nor the bottle of vodka on the counter. Uh-oh! No, not possible, she probably didn’t have the time to get the bottle out. I realised that