“That was awesome, Anju,” he said with a wicked smile. “I really enjoyed it. How was it for you?”
I stared at Manoj for a few seconds and then just nodded my head positively, which made him happy. Soon, we both cuddled on the bed in satisfaction and dozed off for well over an hour before I woke up first. But I lay on his chest, and kept thinking about whatever happened between us until he woke up. He gave me a wicked smile as soon as our eyes met, and we stared at each other in eagerness for a few seconds.
“Manoj,” I whispered, feeling my heartbeat quicken. “It’s late. I need to go home.”
“Well,” he paused before giving me a mischievous wink. “I was thinking about doing another round, Anju.”
“No, no,” I replied immediately, getting up and sitting on the bed. “My parents will start to suspect me if I go home late. Come on, please.”
“Okay, okay,” he replied, quickly rising from the bed.
I got up from the bed immediately and noticed the dried blood stains mixed with thick white fluid, in and around my pussy and a few on the bedsheet, which frightened me.
“Hey, don’t worry about that,” he said, with a comforting smile. “Most women experience that for the first time they have sex. You get ready to leave.”
I nodded my head positively to acknowledge Manoj and then rushed to the washroom stark-naked. I cleaned the stains on my body and noticed a few of his love bites on my neck and nipples while freshening up, which made me blush. By the time I returned to the bedroom, Manoj was in his t-shirt and was wearing his pants. He had thrown away the stained bedsheet for laundry and replaced it with a new one. I rushed to the family room where my clothes were lying on the floor, which I put on quickly, and then we left the house. He dropped me off back at the coffee shop from where he had picked me up in the afternoon, and we both stared at each other after I got down from his bike.
“So, are you free tomorrow?” he asked with a sly smile, winking at me. “My friends are not supposed to return to the room until the evening. So, we can do whatever we did today, tomorrow as well.”
Even though I refused him, nodding my head negatively for his repeated request, deep inside my mind I was craving to meet him and get fucked by him again. Soon, we parted ways from the coffee shop, and I reached home with an amount of happiness that could never be measured. I wrapped my neck completely with my shawl to cover the love bites of Manoj and pretended in front of my parents as if I had really gone to my friend’s house. I didn’t sleep the whole night thinking about the fun I had with Manoj and kept blushing at his love bites on my neck, which increased my eagerness to meet him again as soon as possible.