Can we call it a makeout? Real story M22 (me) 22F (her)

Started by Asha, Today at 12:50 PM

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Asha

So I'm a 22‑year‑old guy and she's a 24‑year‑old girl, actually my relative. We used to go on casual dates, college fests and visit each other's places – until this incident.

At first we didn't talk much. We used to tease each other in front of family with slang, throw mild insults and all that.

Then her family planned a trip to a religious spot. She asked me to come, I said okay.

We traveled in an Innova, both sitting at the back seat. It was winter, so we had a blanket to share.

She asked if I had a playlist. I love English, Hindi (Bollywood), Punjabi, Haryanvi and international songs, so she gave me one of her buds and asked me to play it.

We were just listening to music, not chatting much, when she suddenly pinched my waist.

I was like, "What the...?" She just smiled and said nothing happened.

She did it again, stronger this time. I told her to behave. She said, "It's fun to see your reaction." I told her it hurt and turned red. She came close, looked at the red spot and said, "Aww, looking so cute."

I asked, "What's cute about it?" and she pinched the same spot again. I yelled softly, closed my eyes, stared at her and warned, "Don't do that again or I'll do the same and it won't be good for you." After that she stopped.

It was late night, everyone in the family had fallen asleep. I dozed off with the music still playing in the buds. I felt something on my shoulder – it was her head. I was kind of happy because I'd never felt that before. I asked her what was happening, she said nothing and told me to just sleep.

I let her rest her head on my shoulder, but I couldn't sleep. She looked so beautiful, like a little baby, her hair framing her face. I felt a strange, heavenly feeling, didn't want the moment to end. I stared at her and after a while she woke up, asked if I'd slept yet. I stammered, "I was just looking at your face." She blushed, smiled, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I felt like a melting ice‑cream.

Upvote for part 2... this is a real story.



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