Free Secret Love by Simone Kaplan Page B

already wait in the coach for you.“  and he smiled.

In the coach slept most... during with me everything once again unwound... the biggest victory I was ever experienced...
The first away match and already the golden cup lay on the seat....
But the real victory was not for me the cup.
No.... the real victory came from the  audience... their  enthusiasm... the children beaming with delight to me came …
And above all... they admired me as blacks...
I was not THE black from the ghetto... but for the first time a PERSON.
The children treated me reverentially and deferentially. for them I was a great sportswoman to one could look up... independently which skin colour I had.
This recognition was like balm on my soul and with a late smile, nevertheless, I still fell asleep...
    
        
Finally, I saw Sita again....
I melted almost of longing and we changed secret looks.
In the lunchbreak we hit in the park on our bank...
We embraced and enjoyed the nearness of the other. Together there laughed we and I cost from the marvellous round flat dough-cake bread them had specially brought.
I wanted to touch them best..., however, here we were too close at the school. So we kissed each other only briefly...
„Have you to come on the week-end to me....?“ whispered to me Sita with rough voice in the ear....
I answered as an only one glowing look

 
    Finally, the long-desired week-end was there... nervously I did not hurry from the campus without myself to assure that nobody followed me....
Hardly I had come with Sitas flat... we could hardly hold back our feelings...
“We are limited alone...“
I sighed  and Sita pressed me to the wall and gave me as an answer a passionate kiss.
„Sita... we... we are still in the house hall.“, I stammered breathlessly between the hot kisses.
Sita grinned ….looked  to itself around.
„If you see somebody... Darling.?“, in her eyes the rogue flashed.
„You mean we create it up to your front door.?“ I giggled amused.
Laughing we fell to us once more in the arms ….we could not stop to laugh at all.
Completely overexcitedly we tripped laughing in Sitas comfortable flat.

In her flat felt me immediately homely... a strange home feeling overcame me. Als Sita briefly disappeared and a slow wonderful melody sounded... almost the tears came to me with joy.
How much I had missed Sitas laughter.... her nearness... simply everything.
An exotic breath lay in the flat and Sitas charismatic radiation took me completely in the spell.
Softly requested me Sita to the dancing and we moved to the slow music. Suddenly I felt Sitas softy lips... and a pleasant shower wore out me.
Devotedly we kissed each other …. suddenly freed itself Sita softly from me and meant me smiling on the couch.
Confused I sat down.
Sita shook the head and indicated to put down me...
So I lay down and waited tensely what she planned now.
Sita briefly disappeared.... and appeared with a mysterious smile with a bottle of fragrant oil again.
I believed myself like in East moves.... the whole mood was sensually erotic thus ….....
Joss sticks spread a breath of incense, cinnamon and Kardamon.

As a Sitas tender hands my backs took time off.... I could stand it hardly before excitement... I already burnt ablaze with internal heat and excitement.
Sita controlled her craft perfectly..... incredibly affectionately and slowly it allowed to allow to drip the oil onto my back.... afterwards massaged them my backs...
„Sita Me... Me.. hardly stand it. This is the purest torture.“, I produced only wheezy.
Sitas face gleamed bronze-coloured in the flickering tea warmer candle. Their eyes glowed with passion.
Slowly.... infinitely slowly... she moved to me down and covered my nape with thousands of kisses...
I turned like a fish under her very delicate kisses. I had never experienced such a thing really...
Finally, I turned round and pulled she to myself.... and we loved each