We were parked next to a shrubbery. It was too late for anyone to pass us by. It being Ooty, there were no street lights in the windy roads outside town. We had gone for a drive to be alone, just her and I. Leaving our friends behind in the house.
I was intoxicated by this person. Who was she. How did she manage to lighten me up and let me be myself in front of her. Just driving in the middle of the night on roads we didn't even know. Just cruising, smoking a joint and listening to some Fitzgerald, Miller, Shaw and of-course Sinatra. Not a care in the world, just blasting past tress on one lane twisties with our arms out the window feeling the cool air hit our faces as we let the music and the reefer take effect. Her hand in mine while I seldomly changed gears. Its like nothing would change, its like nothing could change for those couple of hours. I remember thinking to myself that I would rather be in no other place with no body else, that beautiful night. Just the 2 of us.
We came to a halt, and I paused the music after powering down my headlights and engine. The silence was eerie and us city folk were just not accustomed to hearing nothing but crickets and the occasional snapping of twigs by a nocturnal creature whose shape size and form were unknown to us due to the absolute darkness we were cast into. It was so refreshing yet macabre at the same time. A feeling of uncertainty as to whether we should've stopped in the first place. In a place unfamiliar, with surroundings unseen, with noises unidentifiable with the only certainty that we wanted to be together, with each other, at that moment, in that place. It was for no one else but us.
Could it have been love at its stages of budding? Or was it just the fascination of wanting to know one another, being intrigued by one another and what we truly were on the inside, what our true fabric was made of. Its hard to understand these things at a distance but only with time and patience would these things unearth themselves. But I could see through and so could she. Her book left open to be read and be written in.
Away from the music, away from the hustle, away from everyones thoughts. Unperturbed by convention, untouched by peers or influencers. This is where one ought to be, to just be. And just being is what we were doing, together, comfortable with the silence, not obliged to say something to one another, not unless we wanted to, which also was just as unburdened as the silence.
She looked beautiful that night. A simple zebra striped dress to adorn her body and a smile that seemed like it could do no harm. A smile that can be reproduced in my head till today if I were to project it on a screen through my eyes. A smile that captivated all the vestiges of my thoughts. A smile that appeared to me like it had the power to obliterate everything that was unneeded in my head. How was it possible? Well thats what put me on that trip. That's what sent me on that drive with her. More intoxicating than the whiskey I drank that night. More than the weed we smoked too. On a different trip I was on, on a different high. A combination of pheromones, alcohol, marijuana, music, petrol, tyres, love and of course that smile. A combination that could send a man above the clouds where the Hindenburg flew, or into a fiery inferno, like it went into.
Nothing could've made that drive more spectacular, nothing could take it away from being our night, our night of inebriated love and lust.
Her breath in short bursts, reeking of the poison we'd been drinking and the joints we'd been smoking. I could get off on just that, but no, tonight we had each other all to ourselves. Not a soul around for kilometres. Our lips moist with our saliva, our tongues intertwined, my hands roaming her body, just trying to get some skin for me to touch, to feel, to grab, to claim as my own. And I was going to take all of it. All to myself, for no one else to share.
Our breathing getting heavier, our kisses wetter and our libidos gleaming in a flurry of colours.
I pulled her on to my lap still not breaking the contact our lips had made.
The alcohol had driven the patience out of me and probably even her, I could tell because otherwise I would've definitely transported us to the back seat to get into a more comfortable spot, a place where I could've had a chance of tasting her sex, because not only did I love the taste of pussy, but hers tasted divine. The perfect blend of pungency, saltiness, iron and cum. She hated it, but I paid no attention to it because it made her wetter and even brought her to orgasm.
