fuck

The night was bleeding into darkness. Getting older. Demons were crawling out of the woodwork. This place however, was immune to the outside world. It was far away from the men in the caps of the religious who sat and stroked their beards with one hand while guiding the hands of those they were entrusted with to their otherwise untouched members. It was far away from the bloodthirsty lynchings and the beating of the religious. It was far away from the conservative society that still propagated child marriages and acid sprayings and stonings. It was immune. It was free. Wildly, caustically free.

He looked at her. He really wanted to kiss her. Sadiq and the other girl were inside somewhere. He whispered in her ear. They walked outside, slowly. Heart thumping. She was leading him. “My car or yours?” They picked his. He sat behind the wheel. She was on the other seat. “What now?” Awkward. And then they were on one another. Hungry. Youthful. Hormonal. It was hot. It was wild. He bit her ears. She moaned. He said ‘fuck’. He was so turned on. She was so hot. In the dim light of the streetlights, he could see her sparkling eyes. He grabbed her neck pulled her in. Bit her lips. Fuck fuck fuck. He put a finger on her navel, slowly going down. Too fast. In her. She moaned. He- fuck fuck fuck. They weren’t having sex. But it was so fucking hot. A horn. A whistle. He looked up. They jumped away from each other. She looked out her windows. He looked in the rear view mirrors. A car slowly trudging by. He saw it leave. The man driving staring squarely ahead. Then on each other again. Fuck. This is hot. “This is so hot.” He kissed her. “You’re so hot.” She kissed him. He grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, put the other on her cheeks and kissed her long and hard. “Put your tongue in my mouth. All the way.” He bit down on it. She gasped. “Now bite mine.” She did. Fuck. His hands on her breasts. She was moaning. He guided her down to his groin. FUCCCKKKK. Heart racing. He could hear her gasping. Another car. Sudden pulling away from one another. He watched it pass by. She watched him. On each other again. Fuck. “Fuck.” Rickshaw. Pulling away. He looked at her, looking at him. “You have really nice eyes.” She smiled wide. It was beautiful. Then he reached over to the seat and was on her. Up down up down. No sex. But fuck this is hot. Lights coming from a direction. He put his head down. They left. Again. He could feel the car shaking. He wondered if it was obvious from the outside what was going on inside. Bright lights coming from the road. He put his head down. Stillness. He could hear the car trudging away. Fuck this is a side road. Why is it so crowded. He looked at his watch. 2am on a Sunday night. “We’ve been here an hour” “it feels like much less.”