Enshrined

But her homely disguise didn’t fool Simon for an instant. All he could see was the most beautiful girl on campus; perhaps even the entire planet.

He marveled at how blind he had been for all these months; sharing so many classes with such a gorgeous woman, yet being totally oblivious to her presence in the room. He pitied all the other fools in here; the guys who never took any notice of her, or considered her too dreary to be worth bothering with.

Simon wished she was sitting right next to him. He blissfully fantasized about feeling the sweet warmth of her body, radiating on to him from his right-hand side.

A second later, Chaarvi closed her laptop and began to rise from her seat.

“Oh, shit! No! I didn’t mean for you to move!” Simon thought in a panic. “Stay where you are! Stay where you are!” he silently commanded her.

Chaarvi immediately obeyed, indecisively lowering her butt back on to the seat, and making an unconvincing attempt to pass her movements off as readjusting herself for comfort. Her odd behavior clearly caught the attention of the teacher and disrupted the flow of his lecture.

“Shit, I’m gonna have to be more careful with my thoughts,” Simon realized, once the disturbance seemed to have passed. “I just have to want something, and she does it!

“Staying out of her life might be more difficult than I originally figured.”

He could tell by Chaarvi’s body language that the incident had unsettled her. She was visibly less comfortable than she was when he’d first entered the room.

Even with his newfound awareness of how careful he needed to be regarding Chaarvi, Simon couldn’t stop staring at her. She was so lovely; even hiding beneath that unflattering outfit.

“Why do you do that to yourself?” he wondered privately, “Why do you hide yourself away like that? In those uptight clothes? Why don’t you have any friends? You’d hands-down be the most popular girl on campus, if they only knew the real you,” he mused.

Even though her eccentricities confounded him, Simon was nonetheless smitten. The teacher yammered on and on and on. Simon didn’t hear a single word. All his attention was fixated on the enchanting babe on the opposite side of the hall.

Even when the lecture had concluded and the room began to clear, Simon remained seated, his head resting in his hand, gazing longingly at her. As she collected her belongings and prepared to leave, her movements were clumsy and skittish. But for Simon, there was nonetheless something truly adorable – or adorkable – about the way she carried herself.

Eventually, the room had emptied enough for Simon to become self-conscious of the fact that it was time for him to leave. He was starting to get weird looks from the other students.

He met up with Rusty in the quad outside. Rusty talked, and talked, and talked. Simon wasn’t listening. He merely placated his buddy with a series of mindless, mumbling agreements, and the occasional, “Sure, Rus…”

Simon had a midday class coming up. But by now it was clear that he was far too preoccupied to get anything out of any lessons today. So he decided to go back home, instead.

* * * * *

The days and weeks that followed were difficult for Simon. He tried as best he could to rededicate himself to his studies, and to settle back in to his old social routines with Rusty and the guys. But Chaarvi was always lingering near the forefront of his mind.

In particular, he found it practically impossible to avoid having erotic thoughts about her as he was lying in bed at night, trying to get to sleep. Within a few days, he’d become accustomed to fantasizing about her at night, sometimes for hours on end.

Sometimes he would merely reminisce about their one amazing afternoon together. But mostly, Simon liked to daydream about much slower, more tantalizing encounters. One of his favorite fantasies was of him and Chaarvi being hopelessly entangled in a bedsheet together, with only enough freedom for him to be able to thrust inside her, as he stared into her doting, lusty eyes.

Other times, he would dwell upon the mental image of her perfect, naked body, and dream about savoring every single feature, one by one: petting her thick bush, feasting upon her supple breasts…

In the madness of his ecstasy, Simon would often find himself pining, “Oh, Chaarvi! I want you! I want you so much!” Only to rapidly realize that his wish was probably summoning Chaarvi to his apartment, for real.

“Oh, shit! No! I didn’t mean that!” he would immediately think, anxiously hoping to correct the mistake. “Don’t come here!” he would deliberately order her.

Those revelations would always break the fantasy; reminding Simon of the disturbing reality of his situation. It made him uncomfortable, knowing the unfair level of control he held over Chaarvi; how much disruption his careless thoughts could wreak upon her life. But even worse was the sting of remembering that he could never be with this beautiful woman he desired so badly.

At least, not without forcing her into a relationship with him, against her will. And that was something Simon hoped he would never stoop to.

The lone ray of sunshine in his life was his engineering lectures, when he was able to spend hours gazing across the hall at the girl of his dreams.

Simon was eager to gain a better understanding of Chaarvi, and, to that end, had spent some time researching Hindu folklore.

In his apartment, Chaarvi had mentioned that her grandmother was some sort of Hindu goddess. But at the time, Simon hadn’t paid much attention, as he assumed that she was simply nuts.

Nonetheless, with a bit of determined Googling, he eventually managed to stumble upon a term that he remembered Chaarvi saying: “Apsara.”

Within the heavenly palace of the Hindu gods, the Apsaras are essentially the royal court’s dancers, Simon discovered. They are said to be extremely beautiful, and superb dancers; the epitome of grace and elegance.

Simon had no difficulty whatsoever, believing that Chaarvi was descended from such a being. Graceful, elegant, divinely gorgeous – that described Chaarvi to a tea. She may have feigned an awkward manner in public, but Simon knew that, in reality, she had a flawless, sensuous grace about her.

Learning about Chaarvi’s lineage made her appear even lovelier, in Simon’s eyes. In a way, it also helped him feel a little closer to her. Yet, at the same time, he still had countless questions that gnawed at him.

He would stare at her in class, lost in a daze, as he wondered about her; wondered about who she truly was beneath her stand-offish facade.

Yet he never dared approach her, out of respect for the promise he’d made to stay out of her life.

As the days passed, Simon began to notice subtle changes in her appearance. They were the sort of minor details that nobody else would ever spot: one or two tendrils of hair hanging loose, from her normally immaculate bun; wrinkles of stress and frustration upon her brow during class; clumsy accidents – like dropping pens, which seemed to be genuine mistakes. She seemed sad.

Every day, the signs became more and more apparent: Chaarvi was struggling. Simon grew increasingly concerned about her decline. He wanted to reach out to her, but he figured she would resent the intrusion.

Then one afternoon, Professor Henderson, their teacher, asked Chaarvi to stay after class – the request every student dreads above all else. Simon was horrified. Whatever had been troubling her recently was now apparently affecting her studies. It seemed like things were worse than he’d originally thought.

He was still worried that Chaarvi might become even more upset if he broke his promise and approached her. But, as far as he knew, Chaarvi was a true loner; she had nobody else to turn to at college, if she needed help. And, as her ‘shrine’ (whatever that meant), Simon felt he had a certain responsibility to look after her.

He waited discreetly outside the lecture hall for her to leave. When she emerged, no more than five minutes after the lecture had concluded, Simon dashed over to catch up to her.

“Chaarvi?” he tentatively greeted her, mentally urging her to stop, so they could talk.

As ever, she was clutching her satchel anxiously to her breast. Her shoulders were hunched and her head was timidly lowered, until Simon willed her to make eye contact with him.

The sight before him made his stomach sink. Chaarvi’s eyes were wracked with anguish. This girl was a mere shadow of the strong, articulate woman who had sat across from him in his kitchenette and confidently educated him on her remarkable nature. This girl was broken; worn down to her limits by some unknown hardship.

“I’m sorry to…” Simon weakly apologized for breaking his word and involving himself in her life again, “Are you okay? What did Henderson want to see you about?”

“That assignment we had last week? I fucked it up. Big time,” Chaarvi replied in a sad, weary voice. “He thinks I can’t understand the course material.”

That didn’t make sense to Simon. He knew Chaarvi was much smarter than she let on. He was certain she was smart enough to master the stuff they’d been studying in class.

“I’m sorry,” Simon said. “Is… is there anything I can do to help?” he continued, after a sympathetic pause.

Chaarvi opened her mouth, but no words came out.

“Look, you can tell me to butt out if you like, but I’ve been wondering if… Is there something else going on?” Simon inquired.

Chaarvi stared into his very soul with pleading eyes, then anxiously looked around the spacious vestibule. There were small, scattered gatherings of other students across the room, all of whom were at least sixty feet removed from Chaarvi and Simon. Nonetheless, Chaarvi was clearly uncomfortable with how public this setting was; too uncomfortable, it seemed, to talk openly with him about whatever was troubling her.

“Come on,” Simon softly prompted, ushering her towards a door in the corner.

They slipped unnoticed into a sterile, gray stairwell illuminated by cold florescent light. Simon knew this stairwell barely got any traffic at this time of day. If they couldn’t get privacy here, they wouldn’t find it anywhere on campus.

Chaarvi cupped her hands over her mouth as she searched for the words to express her turmoil.

“Why?” she complained. “Why won’t you let me come near you?

“Ever since I left your apartment, I’ve wanted so badly to go back and sleep with you again. It’s practically all I can think about!

“Every fiber of my being tells me I ought to be with you! It’s like gravity, pulling on me, so powerfully! But every time I try to actually get up and go to you, my body locks up! My legs refuse to walk! And I know… I know that it’s because you’ve forbidden me from going near you!” she asserted, on the verge of tears.

Simon was speechless.

“I lay in bed at night, touching myself till all hours… dreaming of being with you… because that’s all I can do!” Chaarvi continued, “But it’s never enough! In the morning, I still want the real thing. I want it so bad, it drives me crazy! I can’t concentrate. I can barely dress myself. I leave my room looking like a mess, no matter what I do…”

Her mouth moved as if she wanted to say more. But once again, words failed her.

“Just… Why? Why won’t you let me be with you?” she concluded in exasperation.

Simon shook his head in confusion.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he told her, calmly. He felt sorry for Chaarvi, and wanted to respond to her in a way that wouldn’t cause her any additional distress. “I never ‘forbidded’ you from coming to see me!

“The only thing I…” he trailed off, as certain details about his recent lifestyle suddenly occurred to him.

“Well… Sometimes, I guess I order you not to come to my apartment. But I only do that when I’ve accidentally ordered you to come to my apartment, in the first place. You know, to sort of… cancel it out,” he sheepishly explained.

Chaarvi stared at him, clearly confounded by his muddled explanation.

“So… you want me to come see you… and you also want me to stay away from you?” she summarized, dryly.

Simon shook his head in frustration. “No. I want…

“I just wanted to do the right thing,” he sighed. “I mean, I’m trying to stay out of your life, like you wanted. I didn’t want to force you to come over to my place in the middle of the night. So I…”

“But, you do want to see me, right?” Chaarvi interrupted him, “You… you want to have sex with me, don’t you? I mean, you’ve been wanting it this whole time?”

“Well… yeah,” Simon softly admitted, with embarrassment. “But…”

Chaarvi buried her face within her hands. There was a gravitas to her body language that immediately silenced him.

“You… you want us to be lovers. But you won’t allow that to happen, because you’ve decided it’s wrong to use your power to make me sleep with you. You’re at war with yourself: fighting between what you think you’re supposed to do, and what you really want to do. And that war is flowing down the link between us, into me, and it’s tearing me apart!” Chaarvi explained, remaining calm despite her obvious exasperation.

“I’m sorry,” Simon sincerely apologized. “I’ll try harder to…”

“Master, you can’t force yourself to stop wanting something, just because ‘it’s something you’re not supposed to have.’ The mind doesn’t work that way,” Chaarvi cut him off. “The more you try to suppress your true feelings, the worse the turmoil will get, for both of us.”

“What are you saying?” Simon asked, warily. He felt like he already knew the answer, but he needed to make sure there wasn’t any misunderstanding.

“I’m saying it’s time for you to stop fighting your desires,” she stated decisively, “and pushing me away. If you want to have sex, then we should have sex!

“I think that’s the only way either of us will find any peace.”

‘We should have sex!’ The impossible words Simon had been aching to hear for so long. To think that Chaarvi had been privately lusting after him just as badly as he had been lusting for her, this whole time! He could scarcely believe his luck.

Yet, he couldn’t discount the unusual nature of their relationship. Yes, Chaarvi wanted to screw him. But the only reason she wanted to screw him was because his own desires were apparently leaking into her mind. The ethics of the situation still troubled him.

“I thought you wanted to go back to living as if you’d never met me?” he countered.

“I did,” Chaarvi candidly replied. “But what I want isn’t relevant. The reality is that you’re my shrine now, master. I’m under your control. Your thoughts and feelings influence me.

“This mightn’t be the way I imagined my freshman year playing out,” she shrugged, “but pretending like you don’t have that power is only going to do more harm than good.”

Simon could only stare at her. He still couldn’t believe that the girl of his dreams was offering herself to him so freely.

“This is the way things are,” she asserted softly. “I don’t want to fight it. Frankly, I think it might be very… rewarding to accept the situation for what it is,” she said with a warm, almost cheeky smile, “and see where it goes…”

“Wow!” Simon quietly sighed in amazement. “Well, okay, um… So…” he babbled in excited confusion. Part of him wanted to take her by the hand right now, and steal her off to somewhere more private, where they could consummate this new decision, before she had a chance to change her mind.

“You have a shift at your job this afternoon, don’t you? Perhaps I could stop by your apartment, afterwards?” Chaarvi suggested, bringing a sense of order to Simon’s impulsive thoughts.

“Yeah, sure! Sounds great!” Simon nodded with a broad grin.

“Okay,” Chaarvi agreed, with a smirk that almost seemed flirtatious. “See you then,” she said sweetly, gliding past him and back out into the vestibule with an elegance that foiled her frumpy disguise.

Simon lingered in the stairwell for a minute or so more. His legs were practically jelly. His already-racing heart seemed to only grow more excited, with the passing of each second.

This was really happening! His most dizzying erotic fantasies were about to come true!

Chapter 5

Simon felt an uncanny sense of deja vu, as he ushered an overdressed Chaarvi in to his apartment. Her lips were once again sealed in a faux-timid silence. Her hands were entwined demurely in front of her heavy skirt.

Simon was thrilled. The last time he’d been in this situation, it had led to the best sex he’d ever had. His hand trembled as he closed the door behind them, overwhelmed with excitement over what was about to happen.

He turned to find Chaarvi staring back at him, smiling sweetly, and eagerly. It was a stirring sight. But Simon couldn’t ignore the fact that Chaarvi hadn’t come here entirely of her own free will.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” he checked, dreading the thought that her answer may be, ‘no!’

“It’s not a case of wanting it; I think I need it,” Chaarvi responded confidently, without any hint of reluctance.

“I need to have sex with you, master. Please, fuck me,” she gently pleaded.

The request made Simon giddy all over. Despite all the racy fantasies of his adolescence, he never believed that, one day, a woman this gorgeous might actually say those words to him.

Yet now, Chaarvi was here, in his apartment. She was all his. There was so much he was aching to do with her tonight; so many fantasies that needed to be played out. But before any of that, there was one desire he had to tend to right away.

He reached up and carefully lifted those ugly glasses off of Chaarvi’s face. Now, finally, he could gaze into those vivacious brown eyes properly. She was so beautiful! Easily the most beautiful woman on the planet!

He caressed her cheek, then leaned in to kiss her. The first kiss was gentle, the next was hungry, and the third one, hungrier still. Chaarvi reciprocated his passion completely, and very soon they were making out as if there were no tomorrow.

They cooperated to remove Chaarvi’s jacket, blouse, and bra. Simon cupped her impressive left breast in his hand, marveling in its weight, warmth, and suppleness. He impatiently kissed his way down her chest, before gorging upon as much of her breast as he could fit in his mouth.

Their first sexual encounter had been so rushed, Simon barely had a chance to enjoy Chaarvi’s magnificent tits. The memory of them had tormented him ever since. He had lain in bed for hours, pining for just one more opportunity to taste those lovely mounds, to fondle them, to press his face in and lose himself in them.

Now, that opportunity had finally come, and Simon wasn’t going to let it pass him by. His cock was already fully erect, and felt as if it was about to tear right out of his pants. But Simon was adamant that, this time, he would take his time with his gorgeous houseguest.

He took Chaarvi by the hand and led her over to his modest breakfast/dinner table. He pulled up a chair for himself and sat down, then drew Chaarvi over to sit across his lap.

There, he feasted blissfully upon her soft breasts, to his heart’s content. He massaged them. He suckled upon them. He probed and teased her tender, brown nipples with his tongue. When he got tired of suckling, he began adoring them with kisses, all over. And when he got tired of kissing, he would start suckling again.

It was the purest experience of femininity Simon had ever known. A woman’s body had never felt so wonderful; so perfect. And still, this was barely the beginning. The persistent ache in his pants reminded him of all the other pleasures Chaarvi would give him before the night was done.

“Baby, I am gonna love you until I’m too spent to even sit up,” Simon thought, as he happily nuzzled her bosom.

Chaarvi, for her part, kept running her fingers affectionately through Simon’s hair, while holding him close to her chest. Her breath was heavy, and Simon could feel her heart pounding beneath her hot breasts.

Simon spent untold minutes enjoying Chaarvi’s tits. Perhaps five minutes, perhaps thirty; he didn’t care to keep count.

Eventually, his other appetites took over. He lowered his hand down across her belly, with a mind to begin touching her pussy. But he found himself hampered by her cumbersome skirt. He spent a moment wondering how he could get around it, before he had a much better idea.

He mentally willed Chaarvi to stand up and remove her skirt, and she immediately obeyed. She released the zipper at the side of the skirt, and it plummeted to the floor.

Now wearing nothing but her underwear, Chaarvi began playfully modelling for Simon.

Her panties were practical, and a dreary monotonous shade of light gray. But the way they hugged her luscious figure was extremely sexy, nonetheless. Simon quickly noticed a sizable dark patch at the crotch. It pleased him to know that she was already wet. She must’ve been as anxious to screw him as he was to screw her.

All the same, he didn’t want to give in to temptation just yet.

Simon willed Chaarvi to do a slow 360 spin, so that he could admire her from all angles. He hadn’t gotten a chance to see her from behind, the last time she was naked in his apartment. Even beneath her panties, it was obvious that her ass had excellent form.

She turned around to face him, then gracefully peeled her panties off to reveal that thick, black landing strip he had been so captivated by during her last visit. Chaarvi had such a beautiful crotch. Simon could hardly wait to get reacquainted with it.

She teased him with it; pivoting her hips to hold his attention, and flexing her thighs to enhance the creases of her pubic vee. Then she spun around to give him a proper view of her behind.

Simon gasped in awe. Chaarvi’s ass was stunning! Petite, yet round and superbly toned! He couldn’t resist reaching out to caress her right buttock and test its suppleness with his thumb. Sheer heaven!

Chaarvi was that mythic breed of woman who hit the trifecta: perfect face, perfect tits, and perfect ass. And she was completely under his control. He almost shed tears of joy.

Chaarvi pivoted her hips again, to give Simon a demonstration of her buttocks flexing. Then she bent over to give him his most tantalizing view yet. By the time she sprang upright again, she had undone the bun in her hair, and her long, raven locks tumbled elegantly down the flawless skin of her back.

She turned to face him once more; her hands upon her hips, a subdued smirk upon her lips. She gazed at him intently, in a way that seemed to demand, “Well, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”

Simon smiled. “Why don’t you go over to the bed, and make yourself comfortable?” he asked her in a measured voice.

“As you please, master,” Chaarvi agreed, cheerfully.

She sashayed provocatively over to the side of Simon’s double bed and laid down, swinging her long legs on to the mattress in an agile maneuver that seemed like a deliberate effort to show them off. According to Simon’s research, Chaarvi’s grandmother was a heavenly court dancer for the gods, and everything about the way Chaarvi moved bore out that claim.

She settled her head into a comfortable position upon his pillows and smiled at him, expectantly. A couple seconds later, she parted her legs, to offer him a clear view of her glistening pussy.

“Now, get yourself off!” Simon ordered.

He noticed a brief flicker of disappointment upon Chaarvi’s face. Nonetheless, her right hand immediately snaked its way down her belly and on to her sex, seemingly beyond her control.

Her fingers traversed the length of her labia, up and down, several times, before settling upon her clitoris for a while.

“Take your time. Enjoy yourself,” Simon warmly commanded, having noticed that Chaarvi’s gestures seemed a little impatient.

Chaarvi sighed, allowing the weight of her head to settle in to the pillow. Simon noticed an immediate change in her masturbation. The movements of her fingers now appeared much more intuitive.

Simon’s smile broadened, as he watched Chaarvi zone out into a state of deep arousal.

During their conversation in the stairwell, she confessed that she had been spending her nights in bed, masturbating to fantasies of screwing him. The mental image of Chaarvi in that position had been driving Simon wild all afternoon. Now that he had her all to himself, he found it very satisfying to have her give him a live demonstration.

But voyeurism was only part of Simon’s interest in watching Chaarvi play with herself; he was also eager to learn.

He watched her fingers diligently; paying close attention to how she liked to touch the various regions of her sex, the favorite spots she kept coming back to, and the rhythm of motion that gave her the most excitement. He wanted to know precisely how to blow this babe’s mind.

Chaarvi began to make little noises; timid little happy whimpers. Her hips and legs became restless.

So did Simon.

He got undressed, without taking his eyes off Chaarvi’s mesmerizing performance for even a split second. His cock stood at full attention, red and hungry, as he finally peeled off his stifling briefs.

Chaarvi was so preoccupied, she didn’t seem to notice Simon approaching, until he was standing right over her. Her eyes widened at the sight of his engorged, stiff cock, and her lips pursed into a mischievous smirk. She wanted his dick to do things to her. She’d been craving it madly, ever since the last time she’d been in this apartment.

“All in good time, baby,” Simon thought.

He leaned over her and slipped his hand on to her crotch, gently pushing her own hand out of the way. He picked up exactly where Chaarvi left off, masturbating her diligently, according to the same motions and rhythms he had been observing.

Chaarvi was such a randy fox, Simon’s hand was completely drenched in her juices immediately. He could scarcely belief that he was holding this spectacular beauty in the palm of his hand.

It took him only a few seconds to bring her to climax. She came with a sharp gasp. Simon, with his finger curled deep into her vagina, felt the tender flesh of her sex spasm hard.

He began petting her labia more firmly, paying special attention to massage her clit with the base of his middle finger. Chaarvi was soon making a series of pathetic whimpers, which escalated into urgent yelps. Only when Simon noticed her hand lurching weakly towards her crotch did he finally stop tormenting her. He toned down his activity, rubbing her pussy with a much gentler, slower touch, as she coasted down from the heights of orgasm. She was trembling in his hand.

Simon gave Chaarvi a moment to calm down; but only a moment. Before the dreamy smile upon her face had time to fade, he had climbed upon the mattress and was crawling up between her legs.

He began by French kissing the insides of her smooth thighs; coursing his teeth gently across the fleshier parts in a harmless tease. But he wasted little time in arriving at her privates. Finally, after weeks of hopeless daydreaming, Simon was exactly where he so desperately wanted to be: lost in Chaarvi’s womanhood.

As he teased her clitoris with his tongue, he breathed deeply the air around her crotch. It was humid, hot and wild, like the air of some unspoiled jungle. For Simon, it was a stirring reminder that he and Chaarvi were really just a couple of animals, male and female, doing what came naturally.

He sucked on her clit, massaged it firmly with his lips, and tickled her tangy insides with the tip of his tongue. Chaarvi began to pant loudly, and then moan. Simon felt her thighs closing around his head. She was completely at his mercy, and Simon relished it!

He continued tormenting her until she came once more. Her thighs grasped him tightly, her breathing became ragged, and the sweet noises she made became frantic.

Simon waited for her body to relax. But he gave her no time to catch her breath before he climbed on top of her and kissed her on the lips. Then he guided his cockhead on to her opening and pushed himself inside. He had waited for this long enough! It was time for him to have his way with her!

He savored the tight embrace of her hot snatch for a moment, before he began thrusting in earnest. Much to his surprise, Chaarvi sprang up and kissed him passionately on the lips! A second ago, Simon would’ve bet diamonds that she was too exhausted to do anything more than lay still. Yet the kisses kept coming.

She tenderly grabbed his head and pulled him down with her, to maintain their kissing as she rested her head back on the pillow. Meanwhile, Simon felt her legs wrapping around behind him. Being inside Chaarvi felt wonderful, but what truly made the experience exquisite were all these signals as to how badly she wanted it – more specifically, how badly she wanted him.

Simon wasn’t able to hold out very long; Chaarvi was just too exciting, and he had been yearning for this moment for weeks. His loins began to rumble, while the rest of his body began to tingle with numbness. His lips drifted away from hers as he struggled to catch his breath for the massive exertion that was about to come. Chaarvi lingered on the pillow, making dainty, wanton moans.

Simon’s hips ran away without him, until he succumbed to orgasm. He reflexively pushed himself as deep inside Chaarvi’s snatch as he was able, and held that position with adamant resolve.

He spilled more ropes than he cared to count, becoming progressively more lightheaded and frail with each one. Eventually he could no longer support his own weight and collapsed on top of her. He vaguely registered the sensation of arms wrapping around his back, and squeezing him close.

Two red-hot, sweat drenched bodies laid on the mattress for some time, virtually motionless, aside from their violently heaving torsos, struggling to catch their breaths.

Then Chaarvi began to lavish a series of adoring kisses upon Simon. He tried to reciprocate, but he simply didn’t have the energy. Every movement was a chore.

He summoned up what little strength he had remaining to roll off of his magnificent lover. To his surprise, Chaarvi anchored herself to him by clutching his head to her own, and tightening the embrace of her legs around his hips. She helped him roll, by shifting her own body weight, until their positions were inverted: with Chaarvi on top. Their kiss had not been broken, and Simon’s expended cock was still nestled cozily within her sex.

Chaarvi wasn’t remotely deterred by the fact that Simon was hopelessly exhausted. She laid there, patiently, persistently making out with him, with far more tenderness than passion. Every now and then, he would feel her hips shifting ever so slightly, in what he suspected were strategic gestures to remind him how conveniently close her pussy was.

“It can’t get much better than this,” Simon blissfully mused.

“I’m all yours, master,” Chaarvi purred between kisses. “Do whatever you want with me.”

Even in his weary state, those words sent a tingle of excitement through Simon’s body.

“Okay, that’s it. This moment is officially perfect,” he decided.

Chapter 6

The following day was a Wednesday. Simon awoke to the warm thrill of a skilled mouth wrapped around his cock, and the sight of a mess of long, black hair bobbing up and down upon his groin.

He and Chaarvi went on to spend the entire day in his apartment, living out their long-suppressed desires for one another. Blowjob, doggy-style, cowgirl, cunnilingus, spoons, 69, on the countertop, and good old-fashioned missionary; they indulged every whim that took them.

The reluctance they had both expressed during their meeting in the stairwell the previous day was nothing more than a distant memory. Neither of them had any lingering inhibitions about what they were doing. Every touch felt perfectly natural. Every kiss was sincere. There was a profound sense of familiarity between them, as if they had been lovers for years.

They barely said a word to one another all day long; yet there was never any communication breakdown between them. All Simon needed to do was think about his desires, and Chaarvi would happily oblige. As a matter of fact, Simon found the silence kind of erotic.

By Thursday, they had regained enough discipline to return to college. Of course, they returned to Simon’s apartment in the evenings for dinner and sex. All the same, Simon could hardly wait for the weekend.

He naturally presumed that it would be a direct sequel to their Wednesday adventure: two straight days of leisurely nudism and sex, sex, sex. After all, wasn’t that the traditional way for college kids to spend their first free weekend after becoming an intimate couple?

He was disheartened, when he awoke on Saturday morning, to find himself in an otherwise empty bed. That hadn’t happened to him for four days.

But his concerns were quickly put to rest when he lifted his head to see Chaarvi, sitting at the breakfast table.

She was stark naked.

“Good morning,” she cheerfully mumbled through a cheek full of cereal.

“Morning,” Simon replied, completely mesmerized by the view before him.

“I got off to an early start,” Chaarvi remarked, gesturing to her breakfast bowl with her spoon, as she swallowed her food. “I had this funny feeling that I was gonna need to build my strength up for today.”

“Oh, really? What gave you that idea?” Simon asked facetiously.

Chaarvi shrugged, “Past experience.”

Simon smirked, “I know what you mean. Navigating those weekend crowds at the farmers’ markets can really take it out of you.”

Chaarvi’s face lit up with amusement. Her eyes sparkled and her teeth shone, through the loveliest smile Simon had ever seen. He felt an overwhelming urge to march over to that table, right then and there, sweep Chaarvi off her feet, and carry her back to the bed so he could be with her.

And the joke wasn’t even that funny.

“Yeah, well… I sort of become a real mess when I’m on my feet all day, anyway,” Chaarvi quipped. “I really do my best work lying down,” she added in a sultry voice, before very slowly licking her spoon clean. The gesture left Simon speechless.

“Goddamn!” he eventually responded, “Now I need to build my strength back up!”

Chaarvi laughed.

“Would you like me to get you some?” she asked, gesturing once again to her bowl.

“That’d be great. Thanks,” Simon warmly replied. “I just gotta go take care of some business, first.”

After visiting the bathroom, he returned to find a full bowl of cereal and a plate with some fresh toast waiting for him. He was glad that he had made an effort on Thursday to find out what Chaarvi liked for breakfast, and stocked up his kitchen accordingly. This morning could’ve gotten off to a very awkward start, watching her trying to sustain herself on his nearly-exhausted supply of Pop Tarts.

Even before he sat down, Simon could scarcely take his eyes off of Chaarvi’s large breasts. He’d become very familiar with them over the past few days, of course. But the novelty certainly hadn’t worn off.

Every innocent movement of Chaarvi’s arms or shoulders changed the shape of her boobs in a very particular way. Sometimes, Simon was lucky enough to catch a little jiggle. Even when she was merely sitting down to breakfast, her breasts were fascinating.

Simon quickly realized that Chaarvi was nonchalantly encouraging his fixation, by making movements that were pleasing to watch, and by drawing her arms together to enhance the ‘fullness’ of her breasts.

Beneath the table, Simon ended up nursing a particularly stubborn boner. He suspected that Chaarvi was aware of it, and that she liked it. She feigned naivety with a weak, genial smile, but the playfulness in her eyes gave her away.

Breakfast became something of a game; a sort of veiled foreplay. Although they both sat there, ostensibly sharing a civilized meal, they never said a word to one another, and the sexual tension hovering over the table was obvious. There was a mutual curiosity between them, to see if they could last the entire meal without one of them making an overt move upon the other.

Chaarvi finished her cereal, then left the table with a smirk upon her face, taking her bowl with her. She rinsed the bowl out, leaning over the kitchenette sink in a way that emphasized her shapely yet petite backside. As Simon’s last piece of toast crunched between his teeth, he imagined he was sinking his teeth in to the gorgeous ass cheek that seemed to be pointing right at him.

When she had finished washing up, Simon couldn’t help but use his mental influence over her to have her model briefly for him. She gave him a slow, 360-degree turn, culminating with a full frontal view. She placed her hands proudly upon her hips, then elegantly pivoted them, to draw attention to her crotch.

Simon then made her show off her boobs properly; first by shimmying her chest to make them jiggle, then by slowly cupping and massaging them to demonstrate their suppleness.

Pre-cum dribbled from the tip of his raging erection.

Yet despite his excitement, he decided to finish his breakfast before having his way with her. There was no need to be impatient – after all, she wasn’t going anywhere. Besides, he anticipated having a very busy weekend with her. He didn’t want to burn himself out in the first half hour. So he released Chaarvi from his mental control and allowed her to go about her business.

After breakfast, Simon and Chaarvi wasted no time in getting busy. It began as missionary sex, and even from the start, there was something wonderfully chaotic about their energy. They rolled around the mattress in the throes of their passion, seemingly with no care for what position they were in, just so long as they were screwing. Sometimes Simon was on top; sometimes Chaarvi was; and sometimes they were laying on their sides, in a furious embrace. By the time they finished, they were making so much noise, the entire building must’ve been well aware that Simon was getting very lucky.

The session ended with Chaarvi straddling Simon, in the cowgirl position, moaning in shameless abandon. When she finally stopped cumming, she rolled off her lover and laid by his side, exhausted and breathless.

A minute or so passed, in which they both caught their breath, and their racing hearts calmed down significantly. Then they curled up into the spoons position, to relax together. Simon wrapped his arm around Chaarvi’s belly and squeezed her firmly to him. He absently kissed her shoulder, then buried his nose happily into her long mane of ebony hair.

That was when his ‘erotic weekend at home with Chaarvi’ broke from his expectations.

Instead of merely resting for a few minutes, Simon and Chaarvi laid there, spooning for hours! It wasn’t as if either of them was too tired to go another round; they simply enjoyed lying quietly together.

It was a delightful experience for Simon; basking in Chaarvi’s warmth, slowly brushing his fingertips through her pubic hair, his flaccid cock nestled comfortably into her butt crack. He was in no hurry for it to finish, much like how one never wants to leave a nice hot bath once they’ve gotten comfortable.

After a very long time, Chaarvi rolled over to face Simon. She stared at him intently, wearing a relaxed, neutral expression upon her face.

She was studying him, evaluating him. This was probably her first opportunity to form a level-headed opinion about her new lover. After all, for the past few days, she had been governed by sheer horniness. Her one and only interest in Simon had been her desperate desire to ride his cock, over and over again. For the moment, those base appetites had been appeased, and Chaarvi was able to look upon him with patient and discerning eyes.