Chapter 12 – Personal sex in the room

The first day of the two weeks' holiday slowly gave way to dusk. The whole day, Meeji was in thinking mode. She did not text Deejay that day nor did she expect to chat at night. She was completely absorbed in that vision of two bodies becoming one. Temptation was creeping in. A part of herself told her to give in while the other half dictated her to resist Deejay's advances. It was still taboo for a girl to give herself away so liberally. However, the nickname the white lady appeared so like those unknown fatal women in novels that it made her feel different. Far from making her feel liberal, she felt charismatic, almost like a lady whose intention was difficult to discern. In a way, she felt mysterious. All these years, what she felt and planned about herself was being an obedient daughter, becoming an honest worker and a dutiful mother and wife in the future. As Robert Kiyosaki normally puts it, she had planned to join the 'rat race.'

However, Deejay had opened up a whole new prospect for her. He showed her that she was meant to enjoy freedom and not to simply think of the usual arrangements of life. Arrangements were there but there was a time to follow them. She thought about those men at the shelter once again. They had considered her to be the white lady, mysterious, grabbing attention wherever she goes and creating excitement and lust around. They saw her as a woman whom everyone desired. She thought deep about herself. Why embark on the traditional path of life? Why not live with an adrenaline reflux all the time? Why not make life exciting? In any case, she had the feeling of being sex symbol.

At night, Meeji decided to watch a movie just to distract herself a bit from all this intense day of reflection. The movie, as if not wanting to let go of her what she imagined the whole day was one full of sex scenes. It was intense and was intermingled with an interesting story of adultery. At least, she will not be committing adultery with Deejay she thought and smiled to herself. It was still a safe bet. The world of sex from what was shown in the film was a curious one indeed. We give in with all our wildest emotions, lured by lust and ecstasy, only to feel guilty when the act is over because one had committed adultery. Will she feel guilty? Why should she? She was not committing adultery? The thought crossed her mind one again. Neither Deejay nor her had any commitment towards another person so there was no point of feeling guilty.

Suddenly, she was caught by surprise. She had actually been thinking of sex with Deejay all the time. She just realised it. Something was changing in her and she did not know what exactly. Was it Deejay constant presence around her or the fact that he always nags her about sex and showered compliments on her? She had been harbouring erotic thoughts about Deejay for the whole day. She never expected Deejay's absence to impact on her so much. Her inner self was crying for some care and attention. She imagined a touch on her body and the tingling feeling that comes with it. She could almost sense that feeling as goose bumps covered her entirely. It was so relaxing and so good.

She locked her room, feeling excited and tense at the same time. The act or thought of sex always provoked excitement and tension. She sat on the chair next to her bed and opened her limbs. The miniskirt she was wearing immediately pulled itself up, revealing those now 'famous' white limbs and a very small visible rose colour. Her panty did not reveal itself totally as it was hidden between those limbs but the little bit that showed was a sight to behold. She was in a sexy posture like those models posing on a chair with legs spread. She sensed her excitement increasing and she started caressing her breasts. First, it was over her top then as kinkiness gained her, her hands went below her shirt as she touched the fine lace of her bra. Her nipples were hard by then and they were almost piercing those fine lace. They were craving for a touch. She pinched them and felt pain and pleasure. They were sensitive, very sensitive and pinching them sent a shock wave to her whole body.

She started imagining things, like how a woman felt when her most sensitive parts are touched and played with. Those feelings had been unknown to her up till now but now her interest and curiosity increased. Having never experienced these emotions before, all she could do was imagine and she was convinced what she was thinking might not be the same when the act was done for real but she imagined it anyway. Her hard but delicate nipples made her feel womanly. Her breasts were firm and round something that most men liked. It was the first of her assets. Her limbs were only the appetizers. She pressed them with subtlety with a circular motion around those nipples. The caress was delightful. They were so sensitive, so delicate and fragile. Her body was asking for more. It contorted in a pleasurable frenzy. Meeji wanted it to last and to make her night. She planned to sleep profoundly after that.

Down below, a warm juice flowed. Her sex wanted some attention too and it was lubrified already, waiting to be given some of the touches. She felt the liquid near her sex. Overexcited, Meeji pulled her panties out completely. She was so sexy on bed with her skirt pulled up, limbs apart with no panties on. What she would have thought to be an awkward position actually made her feel even more like a sex symbol. With one hand one entertaining her breasts, she moved the other down to give attention to her wet vagina. She no longer cared about what people could say seeing her like that. All that mattered was to give her craving body what it desperately needed right now: sensation.

Her hand felt her swollen clit. As she rubbed it, hesitatingly at first, having hardly ever done it, she was lost in bliss. She knew the clitoris was very sensitive but not to the point where it resounded on her whole body. It felt so good, so relaxing as if nothing existed in the world apart from her. She was in her room with no one to see and she could let it go. She felt she was at the centre of everything, that only she counted and nothing else. Her body wriggled on bed and she started giving slight moans. She did not want it to end. She wanted this feeling to be with her everywhere she went. She rubbed on and on until she felt something coming out from her. She orgasmed and contorted on bed as her body gave out sharp spasms. She then returned back to reality as the sensation started to wither away. She also hoped she did not moan too much, catching the attention of her parents at the same time.

She felt wonderful after that. That night, she slept all naked letting the emptiness and the air envelop her. It was a new feeling. She had never slept naked before. She thought of Deejay and how his kinky talks had triggered all this. The world of pleasure and sex is not at all evil or bad like many people say it is. It is actually a very personal and intense feeling. It's a feeling where one can give vent to all his fantasies without anyone knowing. She wondered yet again how real sex would be. 'Maybe Deejay will get what he wanted after all,' she thought.