One Last Time – A Fire Burns Brightest Just Before It Dies
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This is true story that happened a few years ago while I was doing my combined bachelors in Psychology and Literature from the US and I was in a long distance relationship with my high school sweetheart in Mumbai. I thought I heard the door bell ringing in my dreams but I woke up to the vibration alert on my phone, placed next to the pillow. There was a message from her, which read, “I’m leaving”, and there were a significant number of missed calls on my phone. At that moment, topless, I sprinted to the door as I realized that the door bells I heard were real. I opened the door cursing myself and praying that she’d still be there. She was there, with a look on her eyes that confused me. Without pondering over it I let her in and lazily walked back to my bedroom to get a t-shirt. She followed me with hesitation as she knew that my room, my bed, my couch, my table, will bring back a great deal of memories. There was a bit of her in all those things. I wore my sweatshirt and lay on the bed, still feeling hangover. I had never drunk, and smoked, and smoked-up, as much as I did the night before. I apologized for greeting her half-naked and half-conscious. I honestly regretted having slept through a portion of the little time I had left with her but the fact that it brought her to my bedroom, possibly for the last time, eased my mind. She sat on the window and lighted up a cigarette. In the silence that followed I observed her pretentious posture while she smoked. She is tall and has a toned pear-shape body. The long sleeved white top and short red skirt complimented her figure. With a long oval face, her lips are dark and thin, and so are her eyes. She normally hides her face between her long and healthy hair, subconsciously exhibiting her insecurities. When her cigarette burned out she sat beside me. I rested my head on her lap, recollecting all the good times we had. But now, whether we wanted it or not, we both knew that it was over. We fought not even once in the three amazing summers we spent together, and we did not plan on changing that even while things were falling apart. She gently slid down to lie next to me and rested her head on my chest. Swelling up with emotions, I could no longer hold back my tears. It shattered her to see me like that. She never wanted to hurt me, but somehow everything she did hurt me in one way or the other. She thought I deserved better, while I knew I could never find someone who’d love me more than her. Yet, parting ways was inevitable. It was almost a year ago when she first realized that she was falling out of love. At first she blamed herself, as she always does. Then she blamed me and started to find faults in me. She convinced herself that she never loved me. She needed those lies to tarnish my image in her heart. Slowly, she killed the caring, cheesy person that I had awoken in her. However, at that moment she could not bear to see me in distress and she broke down with me. Her hands were running slowly up into my curly hair and down over my think shoulders and along my strong arms and around my brawny back, holding me against her gorgeous body. Wrapped in each other’s arms, overflowing with emotions we could not perceive or describe, I desperately wanted to feel her lips for one last time. I brushed her lips with mine but did not dare to plant a kiss. Surrendering to lust, she pushed me down to come on top of me and asked me, “Do you want a kiss?” I nodded with a smirk like a little boy. Before I realized, her lips were on mine. I could not feel the usual mint kick in her kiss; rather I could taste the smoke residue on her tongue. Although disappointed by the dreary taste, I did not let any of that affect the mood. In the heat of the moment, I opened her top slowly, twisting each button with my thumb and middle finger, and then running my finger along her breastbone before breaking the wet sensation on my lips to swiftly taking off her top. I reached over and touched my finger very delicately to the edge of one of her bra straps, near her collarbone, but instead of pushing it down and off her shoulder as she thought I would, I ran my finger slowly along the upper edge of her bra in front and then traced it all the way down around the bottom. She watched my face while I did this. It seemed more intimate than kissing her had. By the time I had finished outlining the whole thing, I had barely touched her and yet she was so wet she could hardly sit up. I then undid her bra and made her lie down. I licked her nipples, and then moved my lips slowly down her stomach. I removed her panties from underneath her skirt, and while kissing her just above her pubic bone, I slipped two fingers inside her. She moved into my hands until I stopped suddenly, removing my fingers. While she propped herself up on her elbows to see what had happened, I got up and took out a joint and a lighter from my front pocket, lit it up, leaned over the bed, and passed it to her, and took a deep drag. She passed it back to me, who, while still standing, took another hit. Then I unzipped my jeans and climbed on top of her. I had entered her and after she wrapped herself around me, I ravished her. In response she bit my lips and dug her nails into my bare back. Like they say, a fire burns its brightest just before it dies. This was the most passionate time we ever had in bed. It was time for my taxi to arrive. It was time for us to part ways. Standing at the door step, we hugged, then I kissed her forehead and whispered, “You should leave!” she agreed. We smiled at each other, two old lovers acknowledging a shared past. Then nodded in mutual acceptance and parted. I stood there, satisfied, thinking that things could not have gone any better. There was a sense of sadness in my eyes, because I knew I will miss the only person I had ever opened up to. Yet, I forced a smile as I knew he could now move on. For those who are interested to know what happened next: Right now I’m back in Mumbai, but I’m no longer in touch with her! I moved on and had a couple of other relationships in US while I was still there. Feel free to drop a feedback at [email protected]. I have many more stories to share but that will depend on the feedback I get. I would love to hear from ladies in Mumbai.