In the previous part, I had started the fire in seek of warmth on the cold floor of our classroom. The fire had engulfed Mita and Rita. The fire was not getting extinguished, the embers were still burning.
We had moved from a classroom to a dilapidated house or storeroom in the middle of a farm. Rita and I had kissed, and Mita had to pull us apart. She was staring at us.
Frankly, we didn't even know what we were doing. Today, I know what we are, but then we didn't know what's sex let alone being lesbians or homos as we call in India.
Let's start our journey to business.
Rita and my tongue were dancing in the saliva. Our hands were going up and down each other's bodies. In the cold winter, with thick clothes on us, I could feel the heat emanating from Rita.
Cold breeze from the gaps used to touch me raising body hair but the heat would put them down. The next moment the pleasure would again raise them.
Suddenly, something pulled us apart, just about when I was feeling that Rita and I were one.
Mita had pulled us apart she was staring at us with red hot eyes. We had forgotten where we were, let alone feel the presence of Mita.
Mita continued to stare at us. There was an aura of red heat coming around her.
I don't know how long she was staring after pulling us apart because I had lost sense of time. No one had spoken, there was an eerie silence or were my ears burning and stopped functioning.