1. Anjali's Red Scarf Ch. 05


    Date: 3/4/2020, Categories: Lesbian Author: byBramblethorn, Source: Literotica

    Chapter Five: I Hear The Roar Of The Smoke Machine Warmth. Sleepy half-conscious warmth, that all-suffusing glow that seeps through the body and looses every knotted muscle. Sometimes it comes from a hot bath or an electric blanket. And sometimes it comes from sleeping in somebody's arms, skin against skin, when the bodies fit together just right. Half-asleep - no, nine-tenths asleep - I felt the changes as Anjali woke: the shift in muscle tone and breathing, the pause as she yawned and stretched. Then she placed her palm on my hip and slid down my body, to wake me the way I liked best, and I curled my fingers in her hair. Afterwards, as we lay side by side in the afterglow, I felt Anjali chuckle. "What's so funny, cutie?" "I was thinking about my first job. I was fourteen years old, working in my auntie's grocery shop. She gotso cross with me because I never could just do what I was told. I always had to know the reason. She told my mother I was disobedient, but I really wasn't. I just had to ask questions. And now look at me, doing whatever you tell me to." I stroked her under the chin, kissed her. She tasted of me. "And why is that, my dear?" "Mmm. Because I trust you. I can switch off and let you make the decisions. Do you know hownice it is just being able to let go for a few hours and not having to worry about choices?" Aspies are creatures of habit, and over a few months we'd settled into a routine. Does that sound dull? It shouldn't. Routine is comforting, sometimes ...
    ... too much so. Friday or Saturday night I'd take Anjali out to dinner somewhere nice, usually one of the same two or three places that we both liked, and we'd chat about my work and her PhD project. Afterwards we'd head back to my place for an evening of transactional intimacy, and in the morning after breakfast I'd pay Anjali and kiss her goodbye, and we'd go back to our normal lives for another fortnight. Her life had settled down somewhat. At long last she'd found a flat and moved out of her share place. I didn't ask her about her finances, but I understood she was banking a sensible percentage of the income from our regular liaisons, and no doubt having a nest-egg contributed to her peace of mind. Meanwhile, she was becoming more comfortable in her studies. I'd been slow to recognise it, but Anjali had been going through the same process I always have in a new job. We're what you might call a long-term investment, tortoises in a world of hares. Throw us into something new and at first we plod along, learning slowly while the neurotypical folk outstrip us. But down the road, as their learning curves begin to taper off, we keep on absorbing more and more. Anjali was now catching up with the hares. Month by month her confidence grew as she started to believe she might actually know what she was doing. She talked less and less about the frustrations of her studies, and more and more about the rewards. Sometimes at night we'd lie together in the dark as she talked to me about the ...
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