Falling in Love with Nitasha - Sex Stories

Falling in Love with Nitasha

... she hardly ever touched alcohol. Her speech was slurring at the edges. “Lisa loves Josh,” she sang, her full weight almost pushing the air out of my lungs. “I do not,” I said. “He’s an arsehole.” I could feel her breath on my neck. She was leaning down, her face near my ear. “Lisa loves Josh,” she repeated, more softly. And then I felt her lips on the back of my neck. Kissing it. “I’m kishing Marcush,” she slurred. I could smell her breath on me; heavy with alcohol. Her lips didn’t move, but her teeth started to dig into my neck, and she began to suck. “Ow,” I said, but I didn’t move away. I felt hazy, but her bite was sending a tingle down me, between my legs. Her teeth continued to bite. It hurt, but I didn’t want her to let go. I relaxed beneath her, signalling, as much as I could with all her weight on me, that I didn’t object. But almost as quickly Nitasha’s bite began to soften and she pulled away. “I think,” she said, “I’m going to be sick.” *** Summer term, and Nitasha and I were to sleep in the same room, with Suzanne on monitoring duties. Nitasha and I were still flirtatious, but her behaviour was almost schizophrenic. It sounds silly looking back how we danced around each other: she’d be flirtatious in the company of others; achingly normal when we were alone. I didn’t push because I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I liked boys, but I was enjoying the excitement of our burgeoning relationship. And not just the flirtatious part. I liked her company. We shared an almost ...

... identical taste in music and I – she kept telling me – made her laugh more than anyone she’d met. She made me laugh too. Forget the flirtatious frissons of excitement that we occasionally shared. It was more than that. I was clearly falling in love with her. *** Josh paid the price. As I became intoxicated with Nitasha, I texted him less and would make excuses not to come out after tea just in case Nitasha was around. And when I did go out with Josh and to the back of the school church hall was I curt with him. He’d push my hand inside his zipper and I’d wank him almost mechanically until he came in my hand, spurting his cream. I’d then wipe my hand on the handkerchief he would pass to me, give him a quick kiss and rush back to my study. The last time we did this he shouted after me, “Do you love me Lisa?” And I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I ended it a little before exams started, saying I was stressed, and I suppose in a way that was true. But I saw less of Nitasha in the evenings. She was officially going out with Marcus, so would wander the school grounds with him in the early summer evenings. I felt pangs when I saw them together, even if part of me was pleased she was happy. But there was a wall between Nitasha and I that hadn’t been there before. Nitasha always wanted to find out about me and Matt and share our experiences, but I didn’t want to know any details about Marcus. I admitted to myself that I hated the thought she might love him. One consolation. We were, at ...