Sixty nine

Sara POV

"What do you look for in people before letting them into your life, Sara?" His curious eyes stayed on my face. Sometimes, I feel like he considers me to be his research paper.

"Aron, I am a normal human being; I didn't give it much thought before letting people into my life."

I reflected on my past mistakes for understanding the true nature of people.

"It's amazing, Sara. You know people so well, so I'm sure no one has ever taken advantage of you."

What should I tell him now, knowing that I've never made a rational decision in my life? I always evaluate people solely based on their emotions. The only sensible decision I've made is to marry him. However, that decision now resonated with my emotions, causing me to fall in love. He believes that I have never made a mistake in my life, but the truth is quite different. People have always taken advantage of my kindness and used me. However, it suited them.

"Sara, could you please explain to me how we can determine whether a person is beneficial to us or not?"

"I don't know, Aron; I just followed my heart, and then I let other people play with it."

The memories of my school days brought tears to my eyes.

"Sara, what happened?" His eyes were filled with concern for me.

"Aron, do you believe that because of my intelligence, I never judge people without knowing their perspective?" I questioned him.

"Humm." He nodded.

"That's wrong—I didn't judge others because I put myself in their shoes and assessed what I would do. I always wanted to be loyal to my friends in school. In public, they are usually kind and considerate toward me, yet behind my back, they have always stabbed me. One day, I saw one of my best friends write her name on my school project and win the first prize. I blindly trusted her and asked her to submit the project on my behalf, as I was ill and unable to attend school that day.

You know, Aron, that the science competition offered a large amount of scholarship. Winning that competition would waive my whole-year school fee. However, my friend snatched that opportunity away from me simply because she was determined to win the competition. Even so, she wasn't as interested in that scholarship as I was." I brushed away my tears.

"I am so sorry, Sara. I don't have any idea that you are so kind-hearted. Trust me, if I were in your shoes, I would make sure to get her punished for cheating on me." He gazed at the empty juice glass as if he could see my friend's face reflected in it.

"That's the difference between you and me. Aron, I always like to walk on silently rather than get into arguments and fights. I didn't speak with her again after that day. I never let her back into my life, even though we were roommates in college."

"Now I understand why you consistently ignore me whenever you're upset with me." He now understands the reason for my silent treatment of him.

"No, it's not like that." Hearing his reasoning made my stomach flutter. I don't know where the time goes when I talk to him. I headed to the guest room to sleep after supper.

However, I find myself perplexed by the sudden change in my circumstances. I wanted to feel his touch on my body. My body started to heat up by itself. I made an effort to restrain my overwhelming yearning, but it was increasing too quickly. I felt wet under my panty. I don't know why, but I wanted to feel his hard dick inside me. It was difficult for me to contain my lust, so I moved to his bedroom.

I tentatively tap on his bedroom door. When he opened the door, he gave me a startled look. Only his undergarments embellish his body, and my eyes linger on his genitalia. I stared over his underwear, trying to gauge how hard his dick was.

"What are you staring at, Sara?" He noticed that I was focusing my attention on his cock. His mischievous grin made my face turn hot.

"Why are you wearing underwear?" My lust had already made me so insane that I completely lost control of my tongue.

"What do you mean?" He looked at me with a mischievous smile.

"Sara, you tease me when I am in the house without clothing on and inquire as to why I am wearing it. Tell me what I should do." He entered the room and motioned for me to follow him inside.

"Can I sleep with you, Aron?" I'm not sure why I didn't shift my gaze away from his underwear.

"You're most welcome." He raised his hands to greet me on his bed.

I placed my head on his chest and made patterns with my hands. I put my hand down to feel his dick. I was not sure why, but I wanted to see how hard it was. Before my touch, his dick was in normal condition, but as soon as I touched it, my hand felt his dick's vibration.

"What was that?" I removed my hand out of fear.

"Your action's reaction." When he saw me, he burst out laughing.

His laugh sounds like a melody.

"Aaron, I want you to fuck me." I softly murmured in his ear.

"What?" He gave me a shocked expression.

"Sorry, but I don't know what happened to me." I begged him to comprehend my situation. He fucked me hard in response to my request, but I'm not sure why I want him to fuck me more. I feel as though his sexual addiction has permeated my body. Before, I never took much interest in sexual activity, but Aron's touch made me addicted.

"Aron, I want 69." I felt awkward discussing my fantasies with a friend, but at this moment, only he could satisfy my lust. With his dick above my mouth, he turned me around and planted a kiss on my vagina. Normally, I would feel horrible giving him a blowjob, but today, it was enjoyable. Indeed, he was right. It was similar to eating an ice cream cone.