22-11-2025, 01:24 PM
Chapter 44: Sari (Act 10)
The tea is making me too comfortable, Sari thought, though she couldn’t deny how good it felt to have someone listen to her so intently. The warmth of the spiked chai had seeped into her veins, loosening her usual reservations. She glanced at Risal, his dark eyes glowing faintly in the dim cabin light. He was leaning slightly forward, his elbows resting on his knees, as if hanging onto every word she said.
Risal, meanwhile, was carefully gauging her reactions, his own thoughts racing. She’s guarded, but there’s vulnerability there. Just need to take it slow. He had always been patient when it came to moments like these. The train’s rhythmic clatter provided a steady backdrop to their conversation, and the night deepened around them, wrapping them in a cocoon of intimacy.
“You know,” Risal began casually, his voice low and smooth, “you never mentioned if you’re seeing anyone. A girl like you must have admirers lined up.”
Sari chuckled softly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “No, no boyfriend. Not right now, anyway.”
“Really?” Risal raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “I find that hard to believe. Tell me, did you at least have crushes back in college? Every girl has those stories.”
Sari hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Well, there were a few boys who liked me in high college. One even wrote me a poem once.” She laughed, the memory bringing a nostalgic smile to her face.
“A poem, huh?” Risal leaned back, his smirk widening. “That’s sweet. But tell me… have you ever kissed anyone?”
The question caught Sari off guard. She paused, her grip tightening slightly around the cup of tea. “Um… no. Not really.” The admission came out quietly, almost shyly.
Risal’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “No? Well, that’s something. A beautiful girl like you deserves a proper first kiss. Maybe I could offer you one just a harmless little favor for the guy who saved you from slipping earlier?”
Sari’s eyes widened, and she let out a nervous laugh. “That’s… that’s not necessary.”
“Come on,” Risal coaxed, his tone playful yet persuasive. “It’s just a kiss. No strings attached. Think of it as a thank-you for my heroic act earlier.” He winked, his charm dialed up to full force.
Sari hesitated, the tea clouding her judgment. Her mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty, but part of her couldn’t deny a growing curiosity. “Alright,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “But only… only once.”
Risal grinned, shifting closer to her on the seat. “Deal.” His face moved slowly toward hers, giving her every opportunity to pull away. When she didn’t, he closed the distance, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It was brief, almost chaste, and when he pulled back, he wore a teasing smile.
“Not bad for a first timer,” he said playfully.
Sari stared at him, her heart racing. The kiss had been unexpected but… nice. Was that really my first kiss? she wondered, her thoughts muddled.
Seeing her reaction, Risal leaned in again, this time lingering a bit longer. His lips pressed more firmly against hers, and Sari found herself instinctively responding, her body betraying her better judgment. He pulled back once more, his eyes searching hers.
“See? Not so scary, is it?” he murmured.
Sari laughed nervously, her cheeks flaming. “I guess not.”
Encouraged by her response, Risal moved in again, this time deepening the kiss. His hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin as he explored her lips with a slow, deliberate intensity. Sari’s breath hitched, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. She knew she should stop this, but the warmth of the tea and Risal’s undeniable charm made it hard to think clearly.
Risal broke the kiss briefly, his voice a low whisper against her lips. “You’re beautiful, Sari. I feel lucky to be your first.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as he kissed her again, this time trailing his lips down to her neck. His touch was gentle yet deliberate, sending shivers down her spine. His hands moved slowly to her waist, pulling her closer as he continued to explore her with his lips and tongue.
“Risal…” Sari breathed, her voice trembling. She wanted to protest, to tell him to stop, but the words caught in her throat.
“Shh,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “Just relax. You’re safe with me.”
His hands began to roam further, tracing the curve of her waist before brushing lightly against the swell of her breasts through her top. Sari gasped softly, her body reacting instinctively despite the haze of confusion in her mind.
He laid her down gently on the makeshift bed, his lips finding hers again as his hands continued their exploration. Sari’s breaths came in shallow gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew this was wrong, but the intoxicating mix of the tea and Risal’s touch made it hard to resist.
Risal pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “You deserve to feel good, Sari,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Let me make you feel special.”
Sari’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions of guilt, curiosity, and a strange yearning she couldn’t quite understand. She closed her eyes, unable to form coherent thoughts as Risal’s lips found hers once more, sealing any protest she might have had with another deep, intoxicating kiss.
The tea is making me too comfortable, Sari thought, though she couldn’t deny how good it felt to have someone listen to her so intently. The warmth of the spiked chai had seeped into her veins, loosening her usual reservations. She glanced at Risal, his dark eyes glowing faintly in the dim cabin light. He was leaning slightly forward, his elbows resting on his knees, as if hanging onto every word she said.
Risal, meanwhile, was carefully gauging her reactions, his own thoughts racing. She’s guarded, but there’s vulnerability there. Just need to take it slow. He had always been patient when it came to moments like these. The train’s rhythmic clatter provided a steady backdrop to their conversation, and the night deepened around them, wrapping them in a cocoon of intimacy.
“You know,” Risal began casually, his voice low and smooth, “you never mentioned if you’re seeing anyone. A girl like you must have admirers lined up.”
Sari chuckled softly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “No, no boyfriend. Not right now, anyway.”
“Really?” Risal raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “I find that hard to believe. Tell me, did you at least have crushes back in college? Every girl has those stories.”
Sari hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Well, there were a few boys who liked me in high college. One even wrote me a poem once.” She laughed, the memory bringing a nostalgic smile to her face.
“A poem, huh?” Risal leaned back, his smirk widening. “That’s sweet. But tell me… have you ever kissed anyone?”
The question caught Sari off guard. She paused, her grip tightening slightly around the cup of tea. “Um… no. Not really.” The admission came out quietly, almost shyly.
Risal’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “No? Well, that’s something. A beautiful girl like you deserves a proper first kiss. Maybe I could offer you one just a harmless little favor for the guy who saved you from slipping earlier?”
Sari’s eyes widened, and she let out a nervous laugh. “That’s… that’s not necessary.”
“Come on,” Risal coaxed, his tone playful yet persuasive. “It’s just a kiss. No strings attached. Think of it as a thank-you for my heroic act earlier.” He winked, his charm dialed up to full force.
Sari hesitated, the tea clouding her judgment. Her mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty, but part of her couldn’t deny a growing curiosity. “Alright,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “But only… only once.”
Risal grinned, shifting closer to her on the seat. “Deal.” His face moved slowly toward hers, giving her every opportunity to pull away. When she didn’t, he closed the distance, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It was brief, almost chaste, and when he pulled back, he wore a teasing smile.
“Not bad for a first timer,” he said playfully.
Sari stared at him, her heart racing. The kiss had been unexpected but… nice. Was that really my first kiss? she wondered, her thoughts muddled.
Seeing her reaction, Risal leaned in again, this time lingering a bit longer. His lips pressed more firmly against hers, and Sari found herself instinctively responding, her body betraying her better judgment. He pulled back once more, his eyes searching hers.
“See? Not so scary, is it?” he murmured.
Sari laughed nervously, her cheeks flaming. “I guess not.”
Encouraged by her response, Risal moved in again, this time deepening the kiss. His hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin as he explored her lips with a slow, deliberate intensity. Sari’s breath hitched, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. She knew she should stop this, but the warmth of the tea and Risal’s undeniable charm made it hard to think clearly.
Risal broke the kiss briefly, his voice a low whisper against her lips. “You’re beautiful, Sari. I feel lucky to be your first.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as he kissed her again, this time trailing his lips down to her neck. His touch was gentle yet deliberate, sending shivers down her spine. His hands moved slowly to her waist, pulling her closer as he continued to explore her with his lips and tongue.
“Risal…” Sari breathed, her voice trembling. She wanted to protest, to tell him to stop, but the words caught in her throat.
“Shh,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “Just relax. You’re safe with me.”
His hands began to roam further, tracing the curve of her waist before brushing lightly against the swell of her breasts through her top. Sari gasped softly, her body reacting instinctively despite the haze of confusion in her mind.
He laid her down gently on the makeshift bed, his lips finding hers again as his hands continued their exploration. Sari’s breaths came in shallow gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew this was wrong, but the intoxicating mix of the tea and Risal’s touch made it hard to resist.
Risal pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “You deserve to feel good, Sari,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Let me make you feel special.”
Sari’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions of guilt, curiosity, and a strange yearning she couldn’t quite understand. She closed her eyes, unable to form coherent thoughts as Risal’s lips found hers once more, sealing any protest she might have had with another deep, intoxicating kiss.
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