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I was panting, my emotions finally reaching words. "I'm going to undress you and you're going to undress me. You can't wait to hold my lund with your hand. You can't wait to taste it, to slide my fat cock into your mouth. I already know what it's like to share every taboo secret with you. That kiss was like all the chudai in the world. We've already fucked. We just need to do it again.""No" she whispered, but stopped shaking her head.
"Tum meri jaan ho aur main tumhara ghulam." She stared, silent. "Sonika," I moved towards her "we can't help it. We don't have a choice. I want it more than anything. You do too. You won't ever stop thinking about me until we do it. You want it." I moved to embrace and kiss her. "You need it, Sonika. You need this more than you've ever needed anything." She pulled away and slapped me in the face. "No!" she shouted at me. "I won't be your office affair! Mujhe tumahara loda nahin chahiye!" She was raging, out of control. "I don't need you. I will have a husband to fuck my choot, thank you, and he will do fine. I can wait for it. Main uska lund bhi choosoongi when he wants.

She was scaring me. Had I construed her looks of passion, the delicate touch of her hand against my penis, her smiles and innuendo from nothing? Was I losing it? Why was she lying like this? Was I going crazy?She started stalking back and forth and waving her arms as she continued "Aur yeh pyar-vyar, taqdeer, sacchi mohabbat. Perfect love. Ideal love. What you are talking about doesn't exist! I have love and I don't need a dirty little affair with a co-worker to get it! Mere se aisi baatein na karo."

I felt like I needed to puke. I fled to the bathroom. After breathing heavily into the toilet bowl, inhaling the completely real atmosphere, my heart stopped beating quite so fast. I was dizzy, and came back to the room. I lay on the bed staring at the floor lamp until I could stand up again. My thoughts were boiling. I'd already lost my best friend at work. I was probably going to lose my job if she reported it to our boss. There was a good chance I was really going crazy; or maybe I was having a nervous breakdown. I put my head on the pillow and wished I could cry. I told myself "Sameer, you've fucked it up royally this time."

I must have drifted off for a few minutes, and I woke up with tears on my cheeks.Someone said my name. "Sameer?" I rubbed the tears off my face and grunted. "Sameer, can you look at me?" I shook my head, no. Hands on my shoulders, kneading. "I'm sorry, Sameer. I said all the wrong things. I have my virginity."Sorry" I said.

"No, I'm sorry. You were right. I do want to make love to you. That's why I've flirted with you ever since I met you. But I don't want to lose you as a friend because we become lovers." "That's the oldest lie in the book," I said. "Lovers don't stop being friends." I twisted my neck, loosing a kink, keeping my eyes to the floor lamp. "I'm sorry, Sameer," she said. "But I'm scared of this thing. Your intensity scares me. My intensity for you scares me. Mera tumse pyar karne ka itna man kar raha hai ki main khud dar rahi hoon. Sameer, I'll make love to you if you want me to. Just show me how to not be scared of it."