Chapter 2: The Night
The friends have spent the night in talking, dancing, drinking and celebrating their gather-round. When it was almost 3am, the gang decided it’s finally the time for them to check in the hotel. Of course, Jam had an apartment since he lived there, but it wasn’t big enough for all 7 of them. So they decided to stay in a nearby hotel, that was down the street to Moody’s building. There was a mess up with their reservations, so they only had one room for 3 people and one for 2. One of them had to stay at Jam’s place. The obvious choice would be Sudh since he is the only other guy there. But he and Hina were so drunk that they fell asleep in Hotel’s hallway while the others who were less drunk were trying to fix the reservation mess. So, since Sudh was out of options, the next obvious choice was Fair, since the two of them were very close. And so it was decided. Before Jam and the blue eyed girl headed to his place, they first helped the other to move the drunks to their beds. They put them in the same room, the one with 2 beds. Perv, Evil and Shell shared the other room. Marry and Moody headed home.
“Wow, I like it. It’s better than the one you had in Egypt!” – She said as she was scoping the boy’s apartment. It was quite nice. Decorated with taste in Arabian style. There was something about Fair, she loved the Arabian style, all the scarfs and ketchrifts. Made her feel hot.
“I had a feeling you’d like it.” – He gave her a smirk and as only she could, she grinned back at him.
Like you all know, one year ago, she visited him at Egypt, while he was still living there. And they have had their moments. The ones that are only possible to happen between a man and a woman. When Fair was about to get in the plane, Moody called for her. We all expected a kiss, but he just said :”Will you come again?” He got the reply now, right.
“On scale from 1 to 10, how drunk are you exactly?” – He asked her when he saw she tripped on the living-room rug.
“Drunk enough?” – Said Fair. The jokes with those two never end.
Hamood placed Marry’s bags in his bedroom closet, and then they sat down in the living room. She was sitting on the arm-chair, holding her forehead with her left arm. Hangover is a bitch. He sat on the couch across the arm-chair. They kept staring at each other with no blinking, no moving. Just deep eye gazing. The moment Moody started looking at her deep blue eyes, it felt like he was in some kind of trans. He just couldn’t stop. He couldn’t drift away the view. But then all of a sudden, she smiled and jumped of the bed and went in his bedroom. He couldn’t eve respond to this. So he just stayed watching at the door and waiting for her to show up again. Fair was intriguing girl, you never knew what to expect from her. And like Jam did not expect, she came back in a belly dance dress. It was quite a Déjà vu. Like the last time, she picked red, because she was the devil. Jam took a better look at her as he stood up and concluded it was the same dress she warn one year ago in Egypt. Fringe of coins attached to her top. Fitted hip belt also with fringe of coins around her silky waist. It was low on her hips, attached to the skirt. The brown haired beauty reached her right arm upon him, and with her index finger showed him to come to her.
This time there was no hesitation. He stood up right away and approached her. She grabbed his collar and pulled him into the room. He felt his hear significantly speeding up. She pushed him down on a bed. Fair was maybe drunk at the time but it certainly didn’t stop her from bringing up her A game. She danced like a butterfly, gracefully and elegant. But hot and tempting.
She started with making the shimmering vibrations of her hips and her shoulders. Then it was time for the impression of swinging pelvis. Rotating moves of her chest forward, up, back and down made impression like she was riding a camel. She was shaking and bending. Swaying and doing shimmy. Fair was showing her pale flesh to him. Smooth and silky flesh he found very tempting. Just like the previous time. And just like then, he could not resist her. It was Fair after all. Last time, he begged her to stop dancing, but this time, he did quite the opposite. Jam grabbed her wrist and pulled her on top of him, in his arms. And just after he’s done so, he kissed her passionately, the way she was supposed to be kissed. And she did not hold back either. Our beauty played the game as well. The game she has waited for all these years.
“Wait!” – He suddenly stopped. – “I can’t do this.”
“Jam, we just kissed, it was nothing. Relax.”– Fair saw something was wrong. If she only knew what…
“Right…” – He replied shortly. Both of them stayed lying in bed motionless. Not long after that, Fair fall asleep. And he stayed awake and kept smelling her long brown curls that were spilled on his pillow.
How do I do this? I can’t keep secrets from her. But I can’t tell her this either…
The friends have spent the night in talking, dancing, drinking and celebrating their gather-round. When it was almost 3am, the gang decided it’s finally the time for them to check in the hotel. Of course, Jam had an apartment since he lived there, but it wasn’t big enough for all 7 of them. So they decided to stay in a nearby hotel, that was down the street to Moody’s building. There was a mess up with their reservations, so they only had one room for 3 people and one for 2. One of them had to stay at Jam’s place. The obvious choice would be Sudh since he is the only other guy there. But he and Hina were so drunk that they fell asleep in Hotel’s hallway while the others who were less drunk were trying to fix the reservation mess. So, since Sudh was out of options, the next obvious choice was Fair, since the two of them were very close. And so it was decided. Before Jam and the blue eyed girl headed to his place, they first helped the other to move the drunks to their beds. They put them in the same room, the one with 2 beds. Perv, Evil and Shell shared the other room. Marry and Moody headed home.
“Wow, I like it. It’s better than the one you had in Egypt!” – She said as she was scoping the boy’s apartment. It was quite nice. Decorated with taste in Arabian style. There was something about Fair, she loved the Arabian style, all the scarfs and ketchrifts. Made her feel hot.
“I had a feeling you’d like it.” – He gave her a smirk and as only she could, she grinned back at him.
Like you all know, one year ago, she visited him at Egypt, while he was still living there. And they have had their moments. The ones that are only possible to happen between a man and a woman. When Fair was about to get in the plane, Moody called for her. We all expected a kiss, but he just said :”Will you come again?” He got the reply now, right.
“On scale from 1 to 10, how drunk are you exactly?” – He asked her when he saw she tripped on the living-room rug.
“Drunk enough?” – Said Fair. The jokes with those two never end.
Hamood placed Marry’s bags in his bedroom closet, and then they sat down in the living room. She was sitting on the arm-chair, holding her forehead with her left arm. Hangover is a bitch. He sat on the couch across the arm-chair. They kept staring at each other with no blinking, no moving. Just deep eye gazing. The moment Moody started looking at her deep blue eyes, it felt like he was in some kind of trans. He just couldn’t stop. He couldn’t drift away the view. But then all of a sudden, she smiled and jumped of the bed and went in his bedroom. He couldn’t eve respond to this. So he just stayed watching at the door and waiting for her to show up again. Fair was intriguing girl, you never knew what to expect from her. And like Jam did not expect, she came back in a belly dance dress. It was quite a Déjà vu. Like the last time, she picked red, because she was the devil. Jam took a better look at her as he stood up and concluded it was the same dress she warn one year ago in Egypt. Fringe of coins attached to her top. Fitted hip belt also with fringe of coins around her silky waist. It was low on her hips, attached to the skirt. The brown haired beauty reached her right arm upon him, and with her index finger showed him to come to her.
This time there was no hesitation. He stood up right away and approached her. She grabbed his collar and pulled him into the room. He felt his hear significantly speeding up. She pushed him down on a bed. Fair was maybe drunk at the time but it certainly didn’t stop her from bringing up her A game. She danced like a butterfly, gracefully and elegant. But hot and tempting.
She started with making the shimmering vibrations of her hips and her shoulders. Then it was time for the impression of swinging pelvis. Rotating moves of her chest forward, up, back and down made impression like she was riding a camel. She was shaking and bending. Swaying and doing shimmy. Fair was showing her pale flesh to him. Smooth and silky flesh he found very tempting. Just like the previous time. And just like then, he could not resist her. It was Fair after all. Last time, he begged her to stop dancing, but this time, he did quite the opposite. Jam grabbed her wrist and pulled her on top of him, in his arms. And just after he’s done so, he kissed her passionately, the way she was supposed to be kissed. And she did not hold back either. Our beauty played the game as well. The game she has waited for all these years.
“Wait!” – He suddenly stopped. – “I can’t do this.”
“Jam, we just kissed, it was nothing. Relax.”– Fair saw something was wrong. If she only knew what…
“Right…” – He replied shortly. Both of them stayed lying in bed motionless. Not long after that, Fair fall asleep. And he stayed awake and kept smelling her long brown curls that were spilled on his pillow.
How do I do this? I can’t keep secrets from her. But I can’t tell her this either…
