A day of memorable firsts

owaisis

It was a fine morning when I woke up finding dense clouds blanketing the dim sky. It wasn't raining but the visuals where shouting out loud that nature had it in queue for that day. Since it had barely rained that winter, the signs of it coming up immediately cheered me up and started my day in good mood. I had this feeling, or so claims my hindsight, that the day was going to be special. However, most of the day turned out to be routine.

I went to bed as I concluded the day. I recalled how I had had high expectations of the day, and how nature had disappointed by not sending in the much awaited showers. Whenever the weather was good, I would break myself lose out of routine and try to compliment it with good company. That hadn’t happened that day, mainly because the ones we wanted to spend the weather with, a very friendly couple whom we had only met online at a niche forum, had been unavailable that day.

A message popped up over my computer screen. It was a message that was going to carve the date in stone for us, making our Januaries even more memorable than they already were, for the rest of our life. It was from them, the other couple. Quite unexpectedly, within 5 minutes of our conversation, we had agreed to meet up within 60 minutes. We changed and left for the decided meeting point: a public cafe. The weather wasn't exceptionally good, but our mood was. Part of that excitement stemmed from the suddenness of the plan, and part from the fact that we had been yearning for good company, especially theirs, for days.

As we walked into the cafe, our focus jumped from one table to another in curious saccades. It reminded us of the first time I and my partner, Maha, had met half a decade ago. I had walked into an empty restaurant and spent the most curious 15 seconds of my life trying to find her. Such a fine afternoon it was.

I snapped back to the current reality as I saw a couple standing up upon seeing us approaching. It was definitely them. My mind was trying to process the situation really fast, engaging in questions like "Should we go ahead?" Deep inside, more elementary questions arose. Questions like "Will they like us?", and "Will we like them?" Ruminations accelerated as the distance closed in. They greeted us warmly and after readjusting the seating, we were finally at it: seeing each other. Talking.

She. Sara. She was angelic. Long and silky dark hair, deeply expressive eyes, and a mesmerizing smile made her one of the most gorgeous ladies I had ever personally known.

He, Arsal, had immediately earned a slot in an extremely short list of men whom I would love to see Maha with. He was such a kind man, he would put active efforts in making the two of us comfortable and at the same time have a look at Sara every few minutes to estimate what Sara was thinking about us.

We were quick to conclude that both of them exhibited the high morals and emotional intelligence that a healthy and ethical swinging relationship demands. We knew we could trust them. With that the roller coaster of ruminations in our heads came to a pleasant halt. We were already loving the company. Within minutes of meeting up.

It was almost midnight and as we noticed signs of the cafe closing down, an unusual flavour of melancholy kicked in. We wanted more of the company, or perhaps all four of us did. We immediately knew what to do as the cafe closed: Get into the car. Sara got behind the wheels. I asked to have the seat next to her. Arsal and Maha got into the back seats. We decided to drive around the city and continue our conversation. To begin with, that’s all what it was about: Talking.

We roamed. We roamed like free birds in a night sky.

We decided to pause for a while and parked outside a still busy restaurant. Condensation had started to develop over the car windows, poetically blessing us with a sense of privacy. Heat was building up in the car. In this evolving atmosphere, a sporadic pocket of silence arose and immediately got decorated by a bilabial ingressive click!

Maha and Arsal had kissed.

The kiss immediately raised the temperature of the four wheeled room even further. Sara and I turned back to witness the evolving intimacy. Soon, we realized that we might be making them feel awkward, and so we turned forward again. Sara resumed the cruise, this time only more ambitious. She adjusted the rear view mirror for herself towards the passion session. Sara focused a second mirror too over them, for me, thus adding another sensory modality to tap the love in the air.

She was clearly stirred by the scene, yet continued to safely drive the quad across the now fairly empty roads of Lahore, while carefully looking out for any malignant observers. The duo on the backseat would sporadically pause and get concerned over the potential eyes that could be piercing through the foggy windows, and Sara and I would reorient them and have them focus on each other.

The moment we thought it couldn't get any better, we were proven wrong by the unexpected occurrence of the other important event that I had waited for all day.

Rain.

Since I was just about to fall asleep before the dramatic turn of events, and since the experience was getting more and more difficult to believe, I actually had to stop and check if it were a dream. To add even more to the surrealism, Sara added a much needed experience to the mix: Music. Within minutes, the already heavenly experience had gotten an enormous boost. We were falling short of words to translate for each other the experience of that novel kind of happiness, and the lack of words was being compensated by the non-verbal communication that our intense and radiating euphoria carried out. The realization that Sara deeply understood the state of my mind was exhilarating, and possibly vice versa.

It felt as if Mother Nature had started sending its endowments from the skies, totally approving of the glorious sin we were engaging in, and had all its eyes cast upon us, as the four of us sinked into each other. We enjoyed how all our senses were being exposed to the beauties of life at the very same time; the music, the moans, the sound of rain, the visuals of the rain, and the sight of the backseat duo engaging in lip locks and in passionate exploration of bodies. The experience was as spiritual as it sounds.

But there was more.

The two of us in the front seats were stealing little pockets of time to get to know each other. Her exceptionally good taste for Music, signs of intellect, and spiritual immersion into the atmosphere drew me closer to Sara. Since, due to the rain, the visibility was low, and because she was driving, there was little that could be done safely, and a greater longing for her touch only added to the experience. Maha intervened and complained that I and Sara weren’t having the physical connection that the heat in air should’ve catalysed by now. As a counterargument, we grabbed each other's hands, “We are definitely being physical, see?”

There came a moment when we were about to kiss mid-drive. But it didn't happen. Safety.

After about an hour or so of my (or our?) most memorable cruise ever, Maha and Arsal had hit a bottleneck: Lack of room in the car. It was also getting pretty late, so we decided to conclude. Maha and Arsal kept insisting that Sara and I take a turn too in the backseat. It felt lovely listening them say it. It reflected a highly evolved attitude, one devoid of the minutest traces of bad jealousy. It became clear how we were developing a good four-way connection.

Anyway… Regarding their concerns, Sara and I knew that this time we were going to answer again with a nonverbal counterargument… We got closer, and closer... and punctuated our proximity with a kiss. She added a sweet little bite into the short kiss. Then we had another. It was only then that the experience was complete! These were the few seconds I was going to remember better than the rest of it.

We discovered later, that it was a first for all of us to do this in a car. Firsts are lovely, especially when shared by all.

It was time for goodbyes, and with hearts full of joy, we left for our homes. Back at home, I and Maha spent an hour or so trying to dissipate the beautiful sexual tension that had developed. We immediately felt an enhancement in our own physical and emotional connection. We were glad that we had finally taken our first step into the lifestyle, and felt triumphant over having transcended the norms of our society. As Arsal and Sara had righty predicted, we spent a lot of time discussing what had happened. Amongst other things, Maha asserted that she had found the kiss between Me and Sara to be “too hot to handle”. I told her that seeing her going intimate with a man I deeply appreciate made me euphoric as well.

We slept. With pride.

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