Thread: Culture Clash (DaddyIsHere and TerraFirma)

I think I felt my heart jump into my throat when Max grabbed my wrist in the empty hallway. My effort to loosen his grip was halfhearted because you know...I kind of didn't want him to let go. When I found myself being held against the wall there was a small jolt of fear in my belly. What was he doing? Was he trying to...He's not like that, shut up. I forced my eyes to meet his, nibbling on my bottom lip. And then a string of words began to spill from his lips and I was just about ready to melt. Because... because I can't be here and not spend time with you. Okay? he finished softly. His eyes glistened, and I also had to blink hard to keep a few emerging tears at bay. Okay. I murmured, looking down so I could avoid the sudden urge to kiss him. Despite the break in our communication, we picked up as if there never had been a brief rift. I'll admit, I was feeling pretty giddy. I had my Max back again. He honestly was my best friend too, and the past few days without him had hurt. Despite having good friends and fairly decent sex, there had been something almost...empty about everything. I had hated having him mad at me. And now everything was okay. I think. I didn't want to talk about the different people we had both been seeing, so I made fun of his new fondness for watching Bollywood movies instead. I thought it was pretty cute actually, and I can't say I minded when he compared me to gorgeous Bollywood actresses. When it got a bit chilly out Max led me into the music building, and soon we were the only people wandering through the practice wing. I was a bit confused when he urged me into one of the practice rooms and locked the door behind me. Before I could really protest, his mouth crushed against mine. The realization of what I'd been missing overtook me along with an electric rush of excitement. His kiss was as amazing as our first time, deep and passionate...it might have been even better because now he was...he was overpowering, I guess. For a moment I forgot we were out in public...though I think that may have actually added to how much I was enjoying him. His hands snaked under my red wool coat before yanking off the rest of my clothes...I gasped a little when my lacy white thong slid down my thighs. I was left wearing nothing but my tight, low-cut white tee. I tried stammering out something in resistance, but Max definitely knew what he wanted and didn't hesitate to take it. His hand was between my legs, his fingers deftly pushed apart the plump folds of my pussy before his fingertips began working over my clit. I arched against him in sudden ecstasy, my arms folded around his shoulders so I wouldn't just collapse from the rush. I drew a shuddering breath while he continued to rub me so deliciously, and without realizing it I widened the space between my thighs to give his hand more room to play. But we were still in the music building. What if somebody walked in... Max, we really shouldn't... I was interrupted by his hand clenching around my throat. It wasn't too tight but I widened my eyes anyway, and gasped while my chest heaved against his. Shh! I'm in charge right now. his whisper made me shudder in delight. This was new. But I think I liked it. At least, I knew that Max's fingers would find me even more soaked down there now. Without warning his fingers dipped into my pussy, while his thumb massaged my throbbing clit. I cried out, I couldn't help it. Now I was pressing my body against Max's as if I couldn't bear for there to be any space between us. I hadn't felt this thrilled and this horny since our morning together. And all he was doing was fingering me! His name was all I could scream. If you need to scream, just scream into my mouth, he growled before kissing me again. I blushed, realizing how noisy I was being. This didn't stop me from finding his tongue with mine. If he was going to play my body like some instrument then I might as well just stop worrying and enjoy it. I was shaking now. My climax was close, so close. Something about having him grip my throat with one hand while he pleasured me with the other was driving me wild. I came so hard I felt like it would never stop. For a moment I stiffened against him, groaning against his lips as I came and came and came. All over his fingers. The combined effect of having my sweet Max back again, his increased take-charge attitude, and his increased...skill had me ridiculously horny. So even after I came, even after I slumped against him breathing raggedly, I felt the ache between my legs, and I wanted more. Well, would you look at that, he said before I could ask for anything else. Five-thirty, time for dinner. Come on. His tone was casual but there was this undertone that made it seem like there was no questioning him. So I didn't. I couldn't wipe my grin off all throughout dinner, which seemed to amuse Max. You should probably stop smiling at me and start eating that soup of yours. he teased. I was sitting across from him and, yes, I hadn't really touched my food because all my attention was on him. Pfft, I don't know what you're talking about, I busied myself with my soup, ducking my head, but then slowly looked back up again. Our eyes met, and we both started to laugh. I had butterflies in my stomach. At least, I think that's what they call that funny, fluttering feeling you get when you really, really like somebody. Hold on. This wasn't good. What about home? What about that whole mess? If I began to like Max...but then again, maybe I had liked him from the very beginning...in a non-platonic way, but I didn't realize it until I didn't have him anymore. And now I had him back. But I wanted more of him. I wanted to talk more, to laugh more, to...fuck more, and to make love more. I wriggled where I sat, trying to muster up the guts to say what was on my mind. Um...Max? Mhmm? Could I maybe...spend the night in your dorm today? To catch up and stuff. If that's...okay with you. I looked down again and stirred my soup, feeling my cheeks flare. He chuckled. Of course, Ambreen. Why on earth would I not be okay with that? My chest swelled and I tried not to look too happy. At the same time there was this constant voice at the back of my head, spewing anxiety about everything else I had to deal with. I'd tell him soon, but not now. Oh also, Max? I meant to tell this to you sooner, but you know, stuff happened. Um...so brown people, we do this thing where the people closest to us call us by a different name. It's usually something short and sweet. Mine is...Riya. And I'd actually...really like it if you called me by it. I blushed, and then quickly added, If you want to that is. I know it's pretty weird, and you've been calling me Ambreen so long. But I thought I'd give you the option. I looked up at him through my lashes and smiled, shrugging my shoulders a little as if to show that it wasn't really that big a deal. Which wasn't all that true.