An Unexpected Late Evening Gesture Ch. 02

Deji removed all his clothes and slipped under the duvet with only his briefs on. The rain cascaded heavily outside, the thunder and lightning crashing intensely at intervals. It was a bit scary in all honesty but he had been through several thunderstorms before and knew they often lasted about an hour or so before letting up. He lay on his back with his hands behind his head and stared at the dark ceiling above. Sleep eluded him and his thoughts drifted to the events of the evening that had just passed.

Najima wasn't such a bad girl once one got to know her well. She only needed to be encouraged to loosen up and have fun. He had caught subtle glimpses of parts of her that she wanted suppressed as the evening progressed; an adventurous side lurking beneath all the formality and serious demeanor she normally exuded. A part of her that had, with patient prodding and gentle encouragement, started to emerge after they had addressed the issue that had made him invite her out in the first place.

Several days after the events of An Unexpected Late Evening Gesture, Deji had observed a rather cold, somewhat hostile demeanor whenever he met her. Her once warm, calm, and sweet demeanor had been replaced with a dark, almost hostile look. The polite greetings and mild conversations that had previously flowed effortlessly between them became wooden, filled with short, curt responses. He also noticed she went out of her way to avoid him. If they happened to cross paths, she would find an excuse to leave quickly. It was as if she had decided to build a wall around herself. He believed she might have thought over and regretted her actions of that night, and after several days of mulling it over, he decided to confront her about it to clear the air. He reached out and invited her to join him for dinner and a movie whenever she was free. Though she declined the first few times he asked, she begrudgingly accepted several weeks later.

The coldness from her was obvious right from the start. Deji tried to ease the dark atmosphere with some light conversation, but her responses were brief, almost dismissive - like she was being forced against her will and was trying to end the evening early. She avoided eye contact, her gaze darting between her rarely touched biryani and the surrounding décor of the restaurant. After several attempts to lighten the mood, he finally decided to go straight to the point. He set his fork down and for the next fifteen minutes, politely but firmly reminded her of what led to the circumstances they found themselves in that night. He reminded her how it had been she, not him, that had initiated contact and the subsequent sequence of events, emphasizing that it was her actions that had set everything in motion. He spoke without any form of judgment, and hoped she could see he was not trying to place any blame on her. The only action he would own up to, he admitted, was encouraging her to continue when she had clearly felt uncomfortable and embarrassed at being caught. He had only done that to put her at ease.

Najima shifted uncomfortably as he spoke. Her gaze dropped to her hands resting on her laps, and when he finally finished, she took a deep breath and looked up, her eyes met his gaze for the first time that night. Her voice was hesitant but steady, and she finally acknowledged her role in the events of that evening. She apologized for the cold demeanor and hostile attitude she had presented him for the past several weeks, admitting that she didn't anticipate the amount of guilt and regret she felt afterwards and had been struggling to process it since. She confessed that she still didn't understand what had gotten into her that night and why she had acted without thinking. Her voice trembled slightly and Deji could detect she was still grappling with the guilt. He tried to reassure her with a gentle smile that things like that could happen to anyone under similar circumstances. His warm words finally helped her feel less burdened by the situation.

They walked around a bit after dinner and enjoyed the sights of the mall where the movie theater was located. Najima seemed very interested in so many things she saw. Deji observed how her face lit up and as the hostile demeanor she came with finally melted away, he concluded that she hardly did anything fun, and as this might be the first time going out with anyone, her youthful spirit was eager to explore.

"I should take you out more often," he told her as she gazed in fascination at a couple of store displays, "I like how your face lights up."

Najima looked at him. "My face?"

"Yes," he responded, "from the excited look on your face, I can deduce you don't go out much."

"No, I don't. I spend most of my time inside at home."

"You should go out once in a while, y'know, let yourself explore. There's more to life than just being cooped up in your room or library all day."

He glanced at his wristwatch and noticed it was almost time for the movie to start.

"It's almost time for the movie," he stated as he began to lead her to the theater. To his mild delight, Najima wrapped her arm around his and pressed her body into him.

"Thank you for bringing me out tonight," she said gratefully.

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The movie ended around midnight. They made their way out of the theater and to the bus terminal.

"Did you enjoy it?" Deji asked.

Najima looked up and nodded. "Yes," she replied, "I didn't understand the story too much though. It was a little bit scary, to be honest."

"Yeah, just a bit. That's what thrillers are," he replied.

There was a slight chill in the air, a sign of the impending rain. A sudden gust of wind made Najima shudder. Deji paused a moment, but another colder gust and longer shudder from her wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him. She didn't protest. He could feel she wasn't wearing anything under the light tunic she had on.

"Here, put this on," he said, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders, "it will keep you warm."

"Thanks." She looked at the sky at the gathering dark clouds. "It is going to rain. I hope we get home before it does," she remarked.

The city bus arrived not quite long after. They found a pair of empty seats at the back. He felt her shiver again.

"You're shivering," Deji remarked.

"Yeah, a bit," she replied, looking up into his eyes, her lips chattering slightly, "I do not like the cold."

"Don't worry, we'll be home soon," he said, pulling her closer and resting her head on his shoulder. He rubbed his hand up and down her arm again.

By the time they reached their stop, the wind was already howling, sending trees swaying in all directions. A few raindrops began to fall and they hurried to their building just in time before the heavens were let loose. The thunder and lightning began to rumble as they stepped out of the elevator and stopped in front of her door.

"Thank you for taking me out," she said, "I really enjoyed myself."

"No, that's okay. I enjoyed my time with you."

"I'm also sorry for acting... cold to you before."

"That's alright. Things like that happen, but I'm not in anyway upset. Im happy we were able to sort things out. Try and stay warm tonight okay?"

"Yes," she smiled. She opened her door and stepped inside, "now that we are inside, I do not feel cold anymore."

She took his jacket off and handed it to him. "Thank you again. Have a good night."

"Good night." He thought of leaning in to kiss her on the cheek, but she had already shut the door in his face. He turned and headed to his room.

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A deafening clap of thunder jerked him awake, nearly scaring him out of his skin. That was loud, he thought. The thunderstorm was raging outside, the wind howling and lashing the windows with incessant rain. Another loud explosion of thunder shook the windows.

Deji sat up. Underneath the racket going on outside, he thought he heard what sounded like a persistent knock at the door. His initial thought was that his mind was playing tricks on him and it might have been the wind knocking things over outside. Moments later, the knocks came again, this time much louder and more urgent. He slipped out of bed and walked to the door, peering through the peephole to see who it was. To his surprise, Najima was standing there. He switched on the light and opened the door.

"Hey Najima, what are... are you right?" he asked with a worried look on his face.

"Th-the storm is s-scaring m-me," she trembled, "c-can I stay with you until it is over?"

He initially thought it was a joke, but standing right in front of him holding onto a pillow and blanket was a scared girl, a girl he had said goodnight to barely two hours ago. He took a quick glance down the rather gloomy and dark hallway. The rumbling of the thunder and lightning flashes cast eerie shadows all the way, making it look like they were guests in a haunted castle. No wonder the poor girl was scared. He took her by the arm and quickly pulled her in.

"Please come in. You're safe with me," he replied.

Her nightshirt hung loosely on her frame and stopped just above her thighs. He couldn't help but stare at her pert arse as she walked into the middle of the room. One of her shoulders was exposed, the shirt's off-shoulder neckline sliding down an arm. He caught a glimpse of the silhouette of her body through the flimsy material and felt the stirring in his groin. He quickly averted his gaze and turned to hide his growing erection as she turned around to face him.

"Thank you Deji," she said and flung her pillow and blanket on the carpeted floor. She made to lie down.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I will sleep on the floor," she replied.

"What do you mean on the floor? You can sleep on the bed. It's wide enough for both of us."

"No, I'm okay here," she said, but the crash of thunder outside made her jump back up.

"I-I'll s-sleep on the b-b-bed," she said in a panic.

Deji laughed and turned off the light. He slipped under the warm duvet and Najima followed suit. Silence enveloped them as the rain continued to pour. The thunderstorm was heavier than he thought. He repositioned himself and his foot brushed against hers. Surprisingly, she was shaking. He turned to face her.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I... I'm scared!" came her squeaky reply.

"Nothing's gonna happen. You're safe with me," he said and reached to pat her arm, but Najima gripped him tightly and hung on for dear life. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body firmly into his in a tight embrace. Deji ran his hand gently up and down her back. Her breasts pressed firmly into his bare chest as he held her close. Her very short night shirt had slid up her hips, and Deji could feel the smooth skin as her legs intertwined with his. He tried to control his growing erection but it had developed a mind of its own. It throbbed and pulsed to his rapid heartbeat. He knew she could feel it but she gave no indication; there was no way she wouldn't have felt it.

He tried to move a bit to prevent it from prodding her belly, but she gripped him fiercely and refused to let go. She pressed herself more into him, squashing the now raging erection between them. No matter how much he tried to move, she held on to him fast. He unknowingly took a long sniff of her hair and peered down into her face, and in the darkness of the room, he saw her staring back at him with glazed, dreamy eyes. Her shivering had stopped and her lips were parted slightly, her breath coming in short, gentle breaths.

"Najima," he whispered softly. He brushed a lock of hair away from her face, caressing her cheek in the process, and saw her throat move as she swallowed. He lowered his face and gently pressed his lips to hers. Najima stiffened a bit, but then slowly relaxed. She slowly parted her lips and her arms tightened around him. She pushed her body into him even more and boldened by that, he kissed her deeper. He gracefully pushed the tip of his tongue into her mouth and found hers, giving it a little suck. He returned to her lips and this time heard a slight moan escape her.

"Oh Najima..." Deji moaned. He caressed her smooth skin and felt her shudder again as his fingers traced the curves of her hip. His hand traveled upwards under her nightshirt and he caressed her belly. His fingers found and brushed the curves of her generous breasts. She didn't make any protests so he went further and cupped one in his palm. He gave it a gentle squeeze and ran his thumb over her nipple. He felt it grow hard and began to tweak it gently between his fingers as she let out another audible moan. Her body temperature increased a few degrees.

Without saying a word, Deji tugged the hem of her nightshirt and pulled it over her head. Najima gave the feeblest of protests before allowing him to pull it off. He gently pushed her on her back and began to caress her pale skin, his hands running over her breasts and squeezing them again.

"Deji, please... don't," Najima protested weakly, but she was too carried away to stop him.

Deji took one of her erect nipples between his lips and began to tease it with his tongue. His other hand slid its way down to her crotch. Najima made to close her laps but Deji had already slid his hand into her panties and made contact with her moistness. He heard her whimper as his fingers began to do a number on her clit. She cried out and surrendered herself to the numerous sensations coursing through every pore of her body. Her hips began to thrust involuntarily and her body began to quake. She began to whimper again and a feeling she hadn't experienced before enveloped her. With a loud cry she began to shudder, her body wracked in spasms as her orgasm hit. Words he had never heard before came out of her mouth, probably words of pleasure being expressed in her language to whatever gods she worshipped. His erection was by now begging for breathing room. He pulled his tight briefs off and tossed them to one side. He reached to pull off Najima's panties but she quickly grabbed his hand.

"No Deji, please," she said in alarm, "I can't do this."

Deji didn't respond. With a little more push, he managed to pull her panties off her hips and down her legs, pulling them over her feet and dropping them to the floor to join the rest of their discarded clothes. He pulled her body close; his hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts, and he held her tight and pulled a leg over his hip. He moved her hand aside and positioned his hardness against her labia.

"Please... be gentle..." Najima muttered nervously, a scared look in her eyes. He gently stroked her until her lips opened up and accepted him. He took a deep breath and pushed his hips forward, slowly stretching her open, her muscles sucking him into her warm and tight crevice. Her gasps and whimpers slowly turned into moans.

"Oh fuck," Deji blurtecd under his breath. This was heaven! Her muscles swallowed his hardness halfway... he pulled himself out until only the head was buried, and slid back in... then out again... back in... and out...

For the next several minutes he held her tightly in his arms as he thrust, his lips moving in rapid intervals from one hard point on her chest to the other. He felt himself approaching the point of no return and thrust even faster... he was getting close... very close... just a couple of minutes more...

Alas, that small window proved too long. Najima suddenly placed her hand on his chest, trying to push him away, to un-impale herself, as if his dick had suddenly turned molten.

"I... I'm sorry Deji, I... I can't do this," she blabbed, "I'm so sorry... I thought I could but... I have a boyfriend back home, and I... please... I'm sorry..."

She looked genuinely shaken, so much that the frustration Deji felt was quickly replaced by guilt and empathy. Sighing, he pulled out of her and sat upright on the bed.

"C'mon Najima, don't be silly. You don't have to apologize... we don't have to continue if you're not comfortable..."

He was boiling inside, but kept his cool. Najima had also sat up and had wrapped her arms around her knees, rocking back and forth and mumbling incoherently. He wrapped an arm around her naked shoulders and gave her a little hug. She tensed at his touch.

"Oh God, I am such a bad, bad girl. So, so bad..." she muttered inaudibly.

Deji spent the next couple of minutes trying to calm her down and finally she began to relax. As disappointed as he was, he didn't want to force her to continue and ruin all the effort he had made to get back to her good side. But his aching and congested nuts needed an outlet - something Najima seemed all too aware of as she motioned towards his stiff dick with a wave of her hand.

"I'll leave you for a while," she said in a low tone, "let you... ah... finish on your own." She hopped off the bed and scampered to the bathroom.

Deji watched her naked form disappear behind the door and a couple of moments later heard the sound of urine streaming into the toilet, followed by flushing and the shower starting. He instinctively grabbed his dick and imagined her under the cascading shower. He gave it a few gentle caresses and moaned; it was hot to the touch and still slick from her secretions. He looked down and gave it another gentle stroke. It throbbed violently in his hand and he realized he was just a few jerks away from cumming. He needed the release so desperately.

He stood up and walked to the bathroom. The sound of the shower masked the opening of the door, so when Najima turned to find him staring at her with his heavy junk in his hand, she jumped slightly, instinctively covering her breasts and pussy, a look of extreme bewilderment on her face.

"Sorry, I... I didn't mean to startle you," Deji said before she could say anything, as if the sight of a naked man walking in on a woman showering while waving a full-on erection in front of him was nothing if not startling, "I... I just wanted to watch you shower... for a while."

With that he started stroking his dick again. Najima stared at him, her mouth agape, her gaze falling from his determined face to the movement of his hand as it glided over his powerful tool. She tried to say something but could not think of anything.

Her mind finally processed the shocking sight. Considering what had happened tonight, a part of her mind said, she had no reason to feel shy about her body with him anymore. It's not like she was the only one naked at the moment and thinking of it, she really should have expected him to have reacted the way he had, with her running to his solace with her flimsy excuse of a nightshirt that hardly did anything to hide the curves of her body. She would even have been more disappointed if he hadn't reacted in any fashion at all, her mind convinced her. She watched him a while longer, gave it a couple more moments of thought, and decided "what the hell" and let him get it over with.

She dropped her arms to her sides. The warm mist gave her naked body a new appearance. The water flowed down her shoulders; nipples still swollen from Deji's manipulations, her breasts were now goose-fleshed, as round and proud as he had ever seen a pair. Deji took in the beautiful sight. She filled both hands with soap and lathered her boobs. Deji grunted his approval and increased his strokes. He knew he was going to cum soon.

"Since you're already in the shower, can I... **fuck**... c-cum on your boobs?" he asked hopefully.

Najima gave him a confused look, but when Deji pointed at her breasts, she understood his request. She moved out of the shower stream and he stepped in beside her. She allowed him to cup and squeeze one of her breasts; she stifled a moan, biting on her lower lip as he tweaked her nipple between his fingers, and moments later felt the gentle downward push on her shoulder. Deji let out a moan as she lowered herself to her knees and just like the other night, wrapped both soapy hands around his stiff phallus.

"I'm bad... didn't let you have release. Bad, bad Najima," she purred seductively as she stroked.

"Yes... very... bad... indeed," Deji panted, feeling himself finally reach the end of his endurance.

"You going to... come on my chest now? All over my... boobs? You're a very bad boy too."

The mixture of her accent and stroking sealed it for him. Deji groaned and held her shoulders; he fired a shot on her neck, and Najima turned her head up and to the side so as not to let any hit her face. The next spurt hit her bullseye on her left nipple. Another spurt left a thick streak from her collarbone to her right breast, and she allowed herself to look down at the results, confident that she now had control of his eruptions. More contractions and more spurts, each streaking generous gobs from one breast to the other. Najima finally hummed her approval and milked the last dissipating shots before finally letting him slip from her hands. She leaned back and smeared the entire mess over her boobs, her already wet flesh making them white and tacky.

"Mmmmmm, good thing I'm still in the shower." She surmised with a frown.

She stood up and got back under the stream, pushing her chest forward to give her breasts a proper lather and rinse. Deji just stood dazed, waiting for the ringing in his ears to dissipate and his breathing to return to normal. She left the shower running and disappeared out of the bathroom.

Deji took a quick shower and returned to the room where she had already put her nightshirt back on and was waiting for him. The thunderstorm outside had subsided to a faint rumble. Najima slipped back under the covers and this time he wore a pair of sweatpants and T-shirt before joining her. She snuggled up close and placed a hand on his chest.

"Deji, you know I'm not supposed to do this with you," she said softly.

"I'm sorry," he replied, "I didn't mean it to happen. You're just so... sexy. I got carried away again."

"No, I'm the one that should be sorry. I shouldn't have been so scared," she said.

She leaned in and gave him a deep kiss on the lips. "Look, you're a really nice person, and I like you - I like you a lot. But I have someone waiting for me already. We're supposed to have a lavish wedding after I finish school here. I don't want to complicate things. Please, don't let this happen again."

She kissed him again, then turned to face the wall. Deji wanted to drape his arm across her but thought otherwise. Turning his back to hers, their bodies barely touching, they both tried to sleep. Sleep was the farthest thing from either of their minds that night.