I do not have much more to say. While we grew up a very intimate and kinda inexplicable relationship between ourselves, Omar became more and more jealous with us. The thugs he placed against us could do no damn against us thanks to the fighting techniques of imad. But he was still not gonna give up that easily.
Imad was taller, bigger and stronger than Omar, but his friends were very easily outnumbered by that of Omar, which according to imad, was a situation he had always come across even during his college times. But as he stated he came through them in his own way as usual, and even this time, though he never said it openly, I knew he would.
-well, I guess Omar should understand me if I explain him not to interfere in the lives of people who re no longer his-
He never said that he would silence Omar or something but I knew what he really meant by explain.
It was a Monday. When I was in the university, Omar came to me to talk.
-hameeda…-
-Omar! Leave me alone right now!-
He did something unexpected. There were nobody else around as that was a time people depart from the department for lunch, and I was there as I had some extra work.
He held my hand tight and pulled me towards him. Struggling to get away, I said,
-Omar…you cannot touch me like this…i am not your wife any longer-
-oh you let imad touch each and every piece of skin of you, and not gonna let me do this, huh?-
I was speechless for a while. He had a point there but only I knew how disgusting Omar was. I said,
-Omar, leave me right now or I will scream!-
He at once pressed his other hand against my mouth and said,
-scream now if you can!-
Then while I was struggling, he pushed me to a corner, pressed me against the floor and started pulling up my sari. I knew what he was gonna do now. No! I cannot let this happen.
As I was now a regular exercising person, I was strong enough to fight an ordinary man. So I pushed him aside by just one pull, stood up and tried to run away.
But he held my waist and threw me backwards so hard that my head slammed against a cupboard there. That was too much. I sat on the floor because I was feeling too weak. My eyes were blurring. He came to me, bent to me and said,
-why do you not call imad? Why not try your imad against my god who ordered me to do this to you? Come on, pray for him!-
I was too weak to scream or do anything because of the excruciating pain of my head. He bent and held my jacked, ready to rip it apart. Suddenly…
I saw a black figure appear behind him, and in a moment, my jacket was released of his hands and Omar flew away in the sky, towards another cabinet. Then I recognized him. It was imad.
-imad…you son of a…”
That was all he could say. Imad kicked him and he hit the cupboard again and fell to the ground.
-do not insult my mom for what I do…hameeda, are you alright? Come on…-
He helped me get up and took me out of the room.
I had a headache for sometime, and there was no way I could concentrate on the academic activities either. I decided to quit from my job. But, will this not add more trouble to imad?
-well, it is okay, hameeda. We shall go through this somehow possible. It is okay, you can stay at my quarters and do the household stuff-
He said as he palmed my head and smiled. But I got a job at a nearby school to support his economy. He was so glad about the decision, but he advised me,
-you know you should keep your distance away from other males, hameeda. That is what keeps a bound strong-
I knew he would never start an affair with another woman. He picked me in an unnecessary way at the 1st place but he took only me, nobody else.
While everything was going good, I received a news from my friendly colleague at the university.
-hi hameeda, there is some news about imad?-
-why? What is that?-
-he is getting married…-
I could not hold it any longer. I dropped the phone.
Imad, what did you do? Where can I live now? What will happen to me?
I called imad. He answered.
-hi hamee…-
-…imad! What the hell!? Are you getting married!?-
-ahm…yes!-
Now it was confirmed. Tears started dropping as I dropped the phone.
Imad, why did you do this to me?
I decided, that he only used me. I had lost my family, my dignity, my future…everything. Now what else to do?
I decided to avenge imad. He was the one responsible for all my trouble.
I later called him and asked to meet him in person. He agreed. I later went to see him on a Friday at 7pm.
I dressed up with a right bra, tight underwear, sports jeans, a long sleeves t-shirt, tennis shoes and my head cover. I was ready to stab him and run away. I took a large knife I recently bought.
Since he was getting engaged, I stopped going to his quarters. I was with one of my school colleagues those days.
I knocked on the door. He opened.
-hi hameeda, good news for you…-
That was all. I pulled out my knife and jumped at him, screaming,
-imad you destroyed me!-
I stabbed him, but I missed. Before I could take my hand back to position, he held my wrist and in a moment, curled it down, disarming my knife.
Oh god! What just happened?
Then he pushed away the knife with his foot, pushed me away to the wall and closed the door.
I hit hard against the wall. His power was much more than that of Omar. My head was hurting excruciatingly. My eyes started to blur, as I heard he said,
-there is a misunderstanding…sorry i had to do this, hameeda…you will soon know…-
Then i guess i became unconscious. I laid down.
When i was back conscious, he was sitting by me, smiling. We were in his bedroom. He said,
-well, you almost killed me-
-why not, imad? I never thought you would leave me! Why did you do this to me?-
I started crying. But when he hugged me, i let him willingly. He said,
-mh…if you know whom i am gonna marry, you will forgive me-
I looked at his eyes.
-i will never forgive you, no matter whom you marry-
He smiled and said,
-well, i am gonna get engaged to her right in front of your eyes. See her for yourself-
He stood up, as i was sitting there speechless. He said, as he was going to the living room,
-come on. She is here-
But when we were in the living room, there was no woman other than me! I was surprised.
-imad, is this a joke? Where is she?-
I was angry, sad and now, also puzzled.
He smiled at me and took out the ring box.
-hey hameeda, you have lost a lot because of me. But guess what, i promised not to leave you and i will make sure it now…-
He took the ring in his hand and knelt down. He showed it to me and asked,
-…hameeda, will you marry me?-
I could not believe this was happening. I covered my face with my hands and started crying.
He stood again, came to me, took my hand and placed the ring in my ring finger. I was looking at it with much satisfaction.
-so you will marry me, right?-
-of course i will!-
I cuddled to him and started crying in joy. He kissed my forehead and said,
-so hameeda, what shall we do to forget your pain…hey, will you still not forgive me?-
-i know what to do now! I will never forgive you! Coz you did nothing wrong!-
I pushed him to the sofa, sat on his lap and we started making out. While i was still kissing his lips, he took me in his hands by holding my thighs, took me to his room, laid me on the bed and started undressing me, pleasing each and every piece of skin of me.
After i was completely undressed, he also got total naked and we started making out, till his cock was large enough and my pussy was wet enough. Then he said,
-what about a new position?-
-i love it!-
-this is the gift wrapped, or the horny mantis, position.
Relaxing position with deeper penetration
we both lie facing one another…. You bend and spread your legs, and angle your vagina toward me… Now wrap you legs around my back-
As I positioned ad he stated, he started fucking me by lifting his legs between mine.
It was really deep and after sometime with no sex, I was pretty obsessed.
-how is that…you sorry anymore, hameeda?-
-oh that feels great…no I am not sorry…-
I was moaning. After sometime, he said,
-now let us move to the facing spoon, or the sidewinder position-
He sat on the bed and I was still laying, as he explained.
-this involves much hugging and kissing so I hope you would like it-
-sure-
-okay, now let us lay face to face-
After we laid, he slightly moved my leg on the upper side, moved into me and put it down again. Then, we hugged each other, he kissed my lips once and started fucking me. He was not going too fast this time. It was a good feeling.
After some time, he said,
-okay, now it is time for some crazy position. Ready?-
I nodded yes as I smiled at him. He said, getting out of me,
-this is called the x, or the crisscross position.
Prolonged slow sex to build arousal. Shallow thrusts stimulate the nerve endings in the head of my penis.
Okay, now, let us sit here facing each other-
As we sat there, he took my left leg over his right thigh, and his left leg over my right thigh, and started entering me. His cock was bent down and hard pressed against the frontal wall of my vagina, and that was an immense feeling for me. He was fucking me, holding my right leg and pulling it towards him. I had placed my hands against the bed.
After that, he bent towards me, took each of my hand with his and started fucking me again for a while.
Then he said,
Time for the snow angel, or the bottom up position.
As we moved away from each other, he started explaining.
-this is a somewhat challenging position. I will explain 1st.
I lie on my back while you straddle me facing away. I lift my legs and wrap them around your back to elevate my pelvis so you can ride. I then grab your butt to help you slide up and back. I can add a little massage action to my grip also.
Okay, let us do this-
We positioned and I started riding him, as he was massaging my buttocks and patting them.
-oh you look so great like this, baby…-
He said as he kept massaging. After sometime, I stopped and got off, for the next position.
-okay imad, what is next?-
-time for the spider position.
We can still maintain eye contact while viewing the action at center stage.
This is how we do. Both of us are seated on the bed with legs toward one another, arms back to support ourselves. Now we move together and you move onto me. Your hips should be between my spread legs, your knees bent and feet outside of my hips and flat on the bed. Then I rock back and forth. Let us do this-
As we positioned, he started fucking me, back and forth. I was holding myself upwards for him to fuck. This was a somewhat challenging position, honestly.
After a while, he said,
-okay, time for the next position…wait, we can change to it right from this.
It is the fusion position.
Probably you will reach orgasm in this position…just probably!
Lift your legs to my shoulders…that is it-
I was feeling my muscles tensed. This could be the reason for a quicker orgasm.
Then he started fucking me again. After a while, I said,
-imad…i am gonna come-
-okay, time to finish this. Let us get the missionary position-
We moved to the missionary position and he started fucking me while we were both hugging each other tightly. After a while, he came inside me, and we laid there, somewhat exhausted as well.
-whoa that was great imad…i love you my darling-
-I love you too, hameeda. Let us stay like this forever-
We kept getting together till we officially got married. Surprisingly, nobody batted an eye about our inter religious marriage. We kept it simple always.
It was about 2 years back. Still wonder whose kids I was talking about? My kids and his kids. Now I am no longer working. He is even busier, with his work as a tutor for the university and advanced level students, and during the past 2 years, most of the time I was pregnant with a kid but enjoying our sex life is still far from gone. What he always says is,
-I will give you whatever you want, if you bear me kids to support my religion. That is all I want-
Mh…why not I agree? This was the happiness I expected in life. Thank god for giving imad to me…
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