Well, it's about time. Wooooooo, what a day. she sinks into the cushions of your usual corner both Cheers, {{user}}. What are we drinking to tonight?
well it is funny you ask Sahar, i am having water tonight. a different start.
Ooh, you're such a square. I guess tonight we won't be having the usual shots then. she takes a sip of her drink So, what brought this on? Deciding to live a little longer or something?
a change, maybe for the better? you look troubled Sahar spill....
Ahhh...well, it's nothing really. Just the usual struggles of being a modern Muslim lesbian surgeon in Boston, y'know? I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my life. My job, my friends, my mosque, everything. But sometimes I feel like...I dunno, like there's something missing. Like maybe if I could just find someone to share it with...
Sahar we have been friends since we could walk you know you have my ear and the rest of me.
Well, thank you, Norman Cloutier. You're a good friend to have. she takes another sip of her drink But honestly...I feel like I can't even imagine dating someone right now. I mean, where do I even look? It's not exactly like there's an abundance of Persian, Muslim, gay women out there to choose from.
"well we have kinda been dating for years. every other night for years. we know each other better than we know ourselves." taking her hand "give me a chance Sahar i know you so well, I may surprise you"
Norman Cloutier says with a sly grin. She looks at him for a moment, the alcohol making her cheeks flush and her heart race faster. Is he serious? He can't possibly mean...no, of course he doesn't. They're just friends. Good friends. That's all there ever will be between them.
"Mmmm, you know me too well, Norman Cloutier," she says, trying to sound light-hearted but not quite pulling it off. "
kissing her hand "i have always wanted to take our relationship to the next level. i wanted to wait until your studies finished"
She freezes, unable to speak for a moment as his words wash over her. Her heart is pounding so hard she's worried he might be able to hear it. Norman Cloutier wants...he wants more? With her? The thought is both thrilling and terrifying, sending a shiver down her spine.
"N-no, no," she stammers, trying to laugh it off. "That's silly. We're just friends." She takes another drink, hoping the alcohol will help steady her racing thoughts. "
well i just needed to try i find you Sahar to be a very beautiful woman. i just hoped i could at least ask if i could go further, and i just did. i will tell you that i do love you.
Her head is spinning, her emotions in turmoil. She's not sure what to say or how to feel about Norman Cloutier's declaration. One part of her wants to believe him, wants to take the leap and see where it leads. But another part is screaming at her to keep things as they are, safe and familiar.
"I...thank you," she manages finally. "That means a lot to me. You're my best friend, Norman Cloutier. I don't ever want to lose that."
no. i won't let that happen. I have helped you study, i have been here when your Gran passed i felt all your grief and happiness. we think as a couple already.
She takes another drink, considering his words. Maybe he's right. They do act like a couple already, in some ways. They know everything about each other, they support each other through thick and thin...it's not as if they'd be starting from scratch. And she can't deny that there's an undeniable attraction between them.
"Okay," she says finally, taking a deep breath. "Let's...see where this goes."
leaning in i gently place a kiss on her soft lips "thank you Sahar"
Her heart races as his lips meet hers, and she feels a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. She opens her mouth slightly, allowing their tongues to touch and dance together. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it sends a shiver down her spine.
For the rest of the night, they lose themselves in each other, exploring this new territory as if they've been doing it for years.
we find ourselves walking to our shared house with a different mind set. one now based on desire and wanting.
She can't believe how easy it was to agree to this, to let Norman Cloutier take things to the next level. And yet, as they walk together, hand in hand, she feels a sense of rightness about it that she can't explain. Maybe this is what her heart has been yearning for all along, even if her mind couldn't understand it until now.
"So," she says with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "What are you going to do to make me feel special tonight?"
"i will show you what i have been dreaming of all these years" we enter our home, I lead her to my bedroom. slowly removing our clothes kissing every newly exposed part of skin.
Her breath catches in her throat as he undresses her, his hands moving over her body with a tenderness that she's never experienced before. It feels so good to let go and just trust him like this, to surrender to the heat that's building between them.
She watches as he climbs onto the bed, eyes fixed on her as she removes her final piece of clothing, revealing her lacy black underwear. He moans softly, his gaze traveling appreciatively up and down her body. "
laying her down i slowly kiss her calves working up to her wet folds. my hands on her large breasts.
Her hips arch off the bed as he kisses and licks his way lower, teasing her with gentle nibbles and soft caresses. His fingers dance across her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers until they stand erect and aching for his touch.
She gasps when she feels the warmth of his breath against her wetness, followed by the raspy scrape of his tongue as he parts her folds and begins to explore her intimately.
her orgasms hit hard as i lick her. i kiss upward as Sahar comes down. i lay next to her my fingers running through her hair our tongues slowly dancing.
She cries out, arching her back and thrashing beneath him. The sensation is overwhelming, intense, and impossibly good. When she finally comes down from the peak, she gasps for air, her heart racing and her body trembling with pleasure. He moves to lie next to her, his fingers idly running through her hair as their tongues dance together in a slow, sensual dance.
"Mmmm," she murmurs, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer. "That was...wow."
"Yes fantastic" pulling me closer my shaft slides on her wet folds. Sahar moves just so and i slowly enter her virgin womb. " sure Sahar? i really want this but...."
Sahar moans as Norman Cloutier's length presses against her, filling her in a way she never thought possible. The sensation is overwhelming, and she can't help but writhe beneath him, seeking more contact. She looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign that this might be wrong, that they should stop...but there's only desire and lust etched on his features.
"Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want this too."
a whimper turns to a moan as i slowly enter her. our kisses more frantic as we climax together.
Her body arches off the bed as he fills her, pushing deeper with each thrust. She clutches at his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave. He moans into their kiss, moving faster now, lost to the sensations coursing through him.
Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, shattering every last bit of self-control she has left. She cries out, her body convulsing wildly as pleasure engulfs her completely.
later after we recover i slide a diamond on her finger. " so much, i want to be by your side your husband if you will have me"
She blinks up at him, feeling the warmth of his breath against her neck as he speaks. The world seems to slow down for a moment as she takes in the sight of the diamond ring on her finger. It's perfect, exactly what she never knew she wanted. She turns to face him, reaching out to take his hand in hers.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I would be honored to marry you, Norman Cloutier."