CHAPTER 42: 42. IT NEVER HAPPENED

Writer’s POV:

The games and dirty stories as well as confessions went on. But Saïda wasn’t really paying attention to

them. She couldn’t get her mind off Asahd’s confessions, earlier. They still shocked and amused her.

She’d always known he wasn’t an angel, but she didn’t know he was that freaky.

′-I can lick it better than that-′

His words continued to echo in her mind. They amused her and surprised her all the same.

′Eew, that is so strange,′ she thought in amusement.

′And the girls let him do that? Isn’t it awkward?? Isn’t it uncomfortable?′

Saïda sure had a lot of unanswered questions, going through her naïve mind.

“Saïda?” Elsa whispered, snapping Saïda out of her thoughts.

“Hunh?”

“I think I just started my period. I got hygienic pads in my bag. Please, can you accompany me so I go

put one on?” she begged.

“Oh, sure.”

Both girls stood while the others listened to the person telling a freaky story.

“Where are you going to?” Asahd asked, looking at Saïda. The others looked up too.

“Going to pee. We’ll be right back.” Elsa replied and the girls left.

Elsa grabbed a pad from her bag and they headed into the woods with their lamps. Asahd stared after

them. Well, after Saïda. While she left, his gaze dropped to her bottom and he swallowed a little. But

then, he looked away before anyone could realise it.

He adjusted his jeans and way of sitting. He was feeling a little restless and a little uncomfortable

because these dirty confessions and freaky stories were beginning to make him feel horny.

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Saïda backed Elsa while the girl did her business.

“Um, Elsa?” Saïda muttered, hesitating a little.

“Yes?”

“I have a weird question,” she giggled nervously.

“Mhm.”

“Has a guy ever, you know, pleasured you? With his tongue?”

“Many times, honey,” Elsa giggled.

“Didn’t it make you feel uncomfortable? Wasn’t it embarrassing.”

“Are you kidding me? Noooo. One of the best feelings ever,” Elsa mused. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

Saïda felt her cheeks burn.

“Um, mhm. I find it so odd,” she giggled nervously.

“There’s nothing dangerous about it. It’s just to pleasure your partner. You’ll see that if it ever happens

to you, you’ll like it. I’m literally obsessed with guys that work their tongues real good,” Elsa admitted

shamelessly with a laugh.

“I’m done,” she added and Saïda turned.

“You guys must be real strict where you come from, for you not to know anything about cunnilingus.”

“I’m the limited one, in those. Asahd seems to know everything. That’s so weird,” Saïda mused and

they laughed.

“Believe me, it’s not that bad.”

At that moment, naïve Saïda tried to imagine what it would feel like and it sent a direct message down

her spine and in between her legs. A sweet feeling she’d already experienced whenever with Noure.

She was still human and her body had sexual desires too. She now was the one to control these

desires.

They returned to the campsite and joined the others once again who’d switch to telling scary stories

now. Saïda felt a little more comfortable because the freaky stories had started making her feel a sweet

swelling feeling down at her sweet folds, as well some moist feeling.

Odd stuff was, throughout, she and Asahd would steal glances at each other. She would stare at him

like she was afraid he might catch her doing so. Most of the time he caught her before she looked

away. They would then smile a little at each other like everything was okay. Everything actually was

okay. Apart from the fact that Asahd couldn’t take his eyes off her most of the time and Saïda couldn’t

get his words during the dirty confessions, out of her perturbed mind.

The youngsters discussed and had a great time for a few more hours, until it was midnight. The place

was even more chilly. The cold was too much, now. They made a new fire to keep them through the

night and then, everyone returned to their tent.

Asahd stayed out a while, still restless because he now was fully erect for almost no reason at all and

definitely couldn’t get into a sleeping bag with Saïda without solving the problem.

And so, he decided to go stroll a little.

He reached a spot and leaned against a tree. He was far from the campsite.

“Fuck, why now?” he muttered, grabbing the bulge pushing through his jeans.

The freaky stories had ended hours ago but Asahd had remained in a horny state. He couldn’t

understand why. Annoying thing was, the boner refused to go.

“Need help with that, baby?” he heard a familiar voice and turned. It was Allison.

“Yes, please,” he smiled a little at her. “I don’t know why I’m still in this state. The stories ended hours

ago.”

“Probably the cold,” Allison mused and approached him. “I’ll be real fast so the others don’t get

suspicious.”

“Alright.”

She unbuttoned his jeans and then got on her knees.

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Saïda’s POV:

"Be careful out there. Okay?” Noure said softly and I melted on the inside. At that moment, I wished so

bad for him to be with me. To feel his body against mine. Just for a hug.

“I wish you were here. So bad,” I muttered.

"I wish you were here too, baby. Don’t worry. We’ll be reunited soon enough.”

“Yes, we will. So I become your wife and we spend nights in each other’s arms,” I’d never told Noure,

stuff like that. But I had them on my mind at the moment and I let them out.

"Oh, I pray for that, every single time. It’ll soon happen and–”

The call was cut and I realised my phone’s battery had died. I felt so frustrated for a reason I ignored.

A few minutes later, Asahd crawled in.

“You’re not sleeping yet?” he teased with a little chuckle. “How shocking,” he mused and I finally

laughed a little. It made the atmosphere a little more relaxed.

“Where were you?” I asked.

“Went to stroll. Brrr. This cold though.”

“I know right. I’m already warm in this sleeping bag. Surprising right? But it’s actually very warm.”

“Then lemme join in.”

I looked away while he changed into his sweats and a long sleeve T-shirt.

“Scoot over a little,” he muttered and I did as told.

He slid into the sleeping bag with me. We were face to face, our faces a few inches part. There was no

way I could move without touching him. Our chests were actually touching and pressing a little against

each other, but it was mainly because I had full pointed breasts.

“Guess this sleeping bag isn’t that big, after all,” he mused and I chuckled a little.

“Your muscles take up all the space. It’s your fault,” I teased and he laughed.

“You spoke to Noure, tonight?” he asked, getting up on his elbow and resting his head on his palm so

he was looking down at me.

“Yeah. I really wish he was here.” I giggled.

“To warm you up?” Asahd mused.

“Sort of,” I chuckled.

“I’m here,” he replied casually and my breath hitched for a second or so.

“So? I don’t want you,” I manage to tease him again and he chuckled.

“That hurt.”

“Hahaha...”

“And I’m gonna have to revenge.”

I squealed when he let his lips down on the side of my neck and began to nibble and blow, knowing

perfectly well how ticklish I was.

“Aaah!” I gasped and laughed out. I began to wriggle, trying to push him off me but he wrapped his

other arm around my waist, inside the sleeping bag, and trapped my body against his. I couldn’t stop

laughing and giggling, weakly hitting him.

“Asahd! Hahaha! Stop! Aah!” I squealed again, unable to stop laughing. He kept nibbling and blowing.

Asahd’s POV:

Her giggles and whimpers were like sweet music to my ears. I loved the sound of them. She smelt so

good that while I nibbled against her soft skin, I would inhale her sweet innocent scent.

“I’m sorry!” she gasped through giggles.

While she wriggled and tried to free herself, she ended up putting her leg over my thighs. As reflex, I

grabbed the back of her thigh and pulled her closer, to keep her stuck to me while I tickled her.

While I did so, it was only after a few minutes that I realised she’d worn a long nightgown that had gone

all the way up and above the place where I gripped her thigh. My own thigh was now settled in between

her legs and was pressing against her mound. This content is © .

“Aaah! I’m sorry!” she giggled weakly and a low moan escaped her lips. Goosebumps covered my skin

and there was an immediate stir in my pants.

′Asahd, you should stop.′

I thought. But I didn’t want to. I felt the blood rushing all the way into my member. I loved the way her

giggles became weak and more low moans and whimpers escaped her pretty lips. I loved the way she

wriggled to be free and her mound would unintentionally rub against my thigh.

′Gosh, I love the feel of her against me. What the hell is happening?? I should stop.′

I didn’t want to. My body seemed to have a mind of its own. Instead, still gripping the back of her thigh,

I pulled her even closer and tighter against me, intentionally pressing the top of my own thigh that was

trapped in between her legs, harder against her mound. A low moan escaped her lips, followed by a

whimper. I had my other arm around her shoulders now, pulling her closer till her chest was flat against

mine.

My nibbling and tickling turned to soft kisses against her neck. I buried my face in her neck, inhaling

deeply and pressing her tighter against me. It was turning into something else.

“Ohhh~” another low moan escaped her lips. We both seemed to have lost notion of time and place

and what we were doing.

′She smells so good,′ a low moan escaped my own lips. ′I could eat her up. Damn.′

I controlled nothing anymore. Not even my own mind.

I raised my head and looked down at her. She stared back, speechless and confusion in her beautiful

eyes. Her lips were slightly parted like she wanted to say something but nothing came out.

I stared at those lips, swallowing hard. Without thinking, I let my lips down on hers. The feeling it

caused in me was electric! She froze but I didn’t care. I wanted her so bad at the moment. I kissed her

and when she kissed me back, I felt myself growing as hard as a rock. We kissed deep and at a point,

we both moaned lowly in unison. I thought I would pass out because of how it made me feel. The

satisfaction I was deriving from it. Damn.

I felt my dick grow hard and rub against her thigh. When she felt it, she gasped and broke the kiss. We

stared at each other, silent and breathless. She immediately got out of my grip. She was shivering. But

it wasn’t because of the cold.

“T– This never happened,” she muttered in a shaky voice, “If you cherish me as you say, let’s forget

what just happened and get back to normal tomorrow morning. Okay?”

“Saïda–”

“Okay??” she cut in firmly, her voice still shaky.

“Okay.”

“Goodnight, Asahd,” she turned and backed me.

“Goodnight,” I stared silently at her.

′It– it never happened. This never happened, Asahd.′

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