Thread: Culture Clash (DaddyIsHere and TerraFirma)

I was going through so many emotions. One was just loss. Ambreen had truly been a huge part of my life. We'd been such good friends and gone through the whole freshman experience together. We'd been spending probably three or four hours a day together before 'the deed' and then she just turned cold on me and suddenly it was cold turkey. Trust me, going cold turkey from someone like Ambreen - at least for me - felt about like it must feel to alcoholics or smokers who just quit all of a sudden. My life just felt empty. In hindsight, I could have been a little more patient, a little more understanding - but the way she said it when I saw her at her room was just so cold, in a way. So, I turned to someone else. First it was Colleen and we hooked up for about a week. Confession time, I was about ready to try to mend fences with Ambreen when she started hooking up with that fucktard jock Josh. Well, Josh is one of those guys who is smart enough but stupid at the same time. Does that make sense? Here's your typical conversation with Josh. Dude, I was so stoked with my workout today. I benched twenty reps of two-forty with no problem, bro. or I'm trying this new protein powder that's totally getting me ripped. or I'm totally banging this Indian Chick. Friends with Benefits, that's all she wants. Huge fucking tits and her nips are like fucking joy buzzers. All I've got to do is lick them and she goes fucking insane. This last one I heard when I was getting changed in the rec center. A - He was too ignorant to even comprehend the difference between India and Pakistan. B I wanted to rip his fucking head off, but the reality was I knew he would kick my ass if I tried anything. So, that set us back another week. Then I moved on to Lindsey. She was a fiery redhead without much in the chest department, but a lot of enthusiasm. All this time, one thing was nagging at me. I'd thought that the sex with Ambreen had been great, but she'd pushed me away. That put this insecurity in my head. I thought that I wasn't good enough in bed. So, these other girls - I viewed them as training. I thought if there was any chance of ever being with Ambreen again, I wanted to be SO good, she wouldn't push me away again. Sort of twisted logic, I know, but that's how it was. I watched each girl's face when I was rubbing her clit, or when I was sucking on her breasts. I know each girl is different, but I was hoping there was some common ground there that would help me. One odd thing, I didn't go down on any of them. Neither of them ever asked and it seemed like I was doing alright with my hand and my cock in terms of bringing them pleasure. In my mind, I was saving that. That, and a few other things, I wanted to save for Ambreen... I was at least holding out hope that we still might get together and keep teaching things to each other. I got really into Bollywood films... not the exact right term, but you get my drift. I scoured YouTube and even found a local grocery that carried them. I preferred ones with subtitles, the dubbed ones just sort of bugged me. I watched the older ones a lot, well, pre-2000. I was drawn to the ones where kissing still wasn't allowed. I would watch the young lovers falling in love and dancing and going just so far, but always stopping before the kiss. Even though Ambreen and I had certainly kissed, I still felt like that. I felt like I'd gotten this close only to be denied perfection. I'm not ashamed to say that sometimes I even cried. As corny as some of the movies were, when I saw a gorgeous brown-skinned actress pouring out her heart to the guy, it just ripped me up inside. The time drifted by and Ambreen and I kept avoiding each other, but also keeping tabs on each other. Facebook, campus gossip, spying. We knew what the other one was doing. Then came the Monday of Thanksgiving. I was in Philosophy class which was taught by this really cool Prof who had actually been a Christian minister at one point, but had chosen to move on because he wanted to know about everything. He had like, three doctorates and was one of those guys who seemed to literally know everything about everything . He still had a bit of the preacher in him, though and I still remember him talking that afternoon. Thanksgiving is an important time, he said. And I would ask you all not to take it lightly. Every religion, every culture has a time when they choose to contemplate the gifts they have been given. I would advise you to do so this week. Think about what good things you have in your life. Think about what 'gratitude' truly is. Celebrate the gifts that the universe has given you. Treasure them. You can guess what I was thinking about at that point. After class, I walked right back to the dorm and went to Ambreen's room. I knocked, but she wasn't there. However, as I was walking back to my room, she appeared in the hallway and I was grateful to see she was alone. Actually, it was kind of nice because we were the only two people in the hall at the time. When I caught her eye, she looked down and tried to just slide past me like we'd been doing. I wasn't going to have it. As she passed me, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward me. She looked up at me with a bit of anger but I yanked her even harder and then grabbed her by the shoulders, slamming her up against the wall. You listen to me! I said. You... you're my best friend, Ambreen. When I'm with you, life is better. I don't know how else I can say it. So, whatever happened between us in my room, we need to move past it, because I'm not going to lose my friend. We're going to start having dinner together again and we're going to start talking again, and we're going to start hanging out again. Because... because I can't be here and not spend time with you. Okay? I realized that I had a couple of tears in my eyes, and she did, too. Okay, she said softly. She was looking down again, still not meeting my gaze. Good, I said. Now get your coat. We're going for a walk. I'll meet you in the lobby. She did as I said, and five minutes later we were walking around campus on what was to be one of the last relatively mild days for some time. We didn't hold hands, but we did touch. Her arm was against mine. We didn't talk about the other people. We didn't talk about our breakup, or whatever you would call it. We just picked up where we left off. I told her about the movies I'd been watching and she teased me about some of them. That one? she said about one particularly vapid movie. That's terrible. I didn't care, I said. It was just so beautiful to watch, and the lead actress, she looked like... like you. Oh, she said, looking down again. We got a little cold and drifted into the music building, just for warmth. We kept walking though, just drifting through the halls. We found ourselves in the practice wing and I suddenly had this overpowering urge. I looked into a practice room and saw that it was empty and pulled her in, locking the door behind me. I pulled off my gloves and let them drop to the floor. Max, I... Shut up, I said. She didn't have much choice but to obey me. My lips made her be quiet. At the same time, my hand was lifting up her long wool coat, and her skirt, and quickly had her stockings and panties down far enough for my hand to to find its way. It seemed that I had learned from my 'lessons'. I quickly found her wonderful little button and started to explore her, my fingers seeking out the perfect delicious circles to have her moaning and gasping with pleasure. Max, we really shouldn't... My hand sought out her throat, clamping down on it just firmly enough to frighten her... and restrict her breathing a tiny bit. Shh! I whispered in her ear. I'm in charge right now. Her hips were quickly bucking against my hand and I plunged two fingers into her pussy. Now it was my thumb that was doing the work. Oh Max! she moaned. She was loud. Not wanting to face another ovation, I kissed her even harder. If you need to scream, just scream into my mouth, I said in a low voice before covering her mouth with mine again. Now I was fucking her glistening pussy with my fingers and my thumb was touching her in ways that I knew were divine based on her moans. She came and I loved the feel of her scream being muffled by my mouth. The worst was over, she pulled away and buried her lips against my neck, gasping out. I looked up at the clock on the wall. Well, would you look at that, I said. Five-thirty, time for dinner. Come on. That was to be my strategy moving forward. I would not talk about our relationship or our 'status'. I would take her, or tell her what do do... and if she wished to do the same, that was fine with me. Other than the occasional or frequent mind-blowing sex, we wouldn't speak of it. We were a bit more quiet walking to the cafeteria, and when we sat down to eat she was still a bit quiet... but she was certainly happy. It was a good kind of quiet too. The kind of quiet that happens between friends where it is okay to go without speaking. Brown girl blush? Oh yeah, my Ambreen was blushing up a storm... but in a good way.