The next morning I woke up late. I was still in the hangover of what happened with me last night. I stood in front of the mirror, naked, seeing my body. My nipples were sore due to last night's torture. I couldn't believe that he enjoyed every bit of my body inside out.
When I went to school, when I saw him approaching me, my heartbeats increased.
He smiled, wished me good morning and passed by. As if nothing happened between us.
The whole day was weird, remembering what happened last night and thinking about what to expect in the evening again.
In the evening I did not get ready for him. I did not wear saree. Around 9 pm there was a knock on my door. It was him. Confidently he came inside the house. After I closed the door, he came near to me and put his hand on my ass. He asked while squeezing my hand, "Why are you not wearing saree?"
I wanted to show him that I am no more awkward. So, I let him squeeze my ass. I moved even closer to him and confidently said, "because I do not think we need any session today. I am totally ready now."
He laughed and said, "Yesterday was an improvement, but you are not ready yet, my dear. You were still awkward and not actively responding to me. You need to be confident, relaxed and enjoying every bit of it."