2020-05-16 - Third Chance - Pt 3 - Sajani and Patrick

*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.




Patrick closes his eyes as she runs her fingers through his hair.  Squeezing the hand he still holds, he smiles slightly.  “Feminism….””  he looks at her.  “This is making me think.  I mean, I know your feelings on the speed of this relationship, for example.”  talking more … clinically might mute his desire for her, he hopes.  “So I want you to pick the speed.  When we kiss … how we touch … when we make love … if ever.”  he bites his lip.  “Tell me this…  We were kissing a few minutes ago and you pulled back because you aren't ready for us to make love.  I get it.  I respect it.  I can live with it, even though I want you.”  he sighs softly.  “Now what if you change your mind, we start kissing again and this time we DO make love.  Have I pressured you?  Am I a rapist because I pressured you into making love with me?”  he knows Chris’s struggles with that scenario.  “Do I have to ask permission every time I want to kiss or touch you?”  This is both his argument on the feminism thing and a very personal question.

Sajani listens and keeps stroking his hair. She closes her eyes a little when he talks about the idea of them making love. Then she opens them and takes her hand back, not in rejection but just so she can turn to face him a bit more “Big questions. Big questions I don’t always know the answer to.” She sighs “I think my..” She makes finger quotes with her free hand “Stuff” Unquote the hand “About sex is really about abandoment….and maybe with some overtones of cultural modesty although I don’t really ascribe to that the way I used to. I did see it modeled though and it imprints. But really more the fear that if i let myself get too close to you physically and emotionally too fast...you’ll just leave.” she admits “As my father will happily tell me, I have baggage. Now I don’t know about all the permission thing...I mean I get how consent works. But I probably don’t have as much of a frame of reference for this. Patrick you’re only the second person I’ve even kissed.” She flushes “And I really like it….”

Patrick nods.  Being in a debaters mode, he doesn’t say the first thing that pops in his head, which is that he would never abandon her.  “I can’t abandon you if you never let me in.”  he goes with, instead.  Then he smiles.  “I like kissing you, too.  And neither of us has a whole lot of experience.  Well …  I … I guess I sort of do but …”  he shrugs.

Sajnai looks curious now “What do you mean, sort of?” She scoots herself forward so she’s leaning on him and staks the hand he’s holding and slides his arm around her so she can snuggle into him, shivering again a bit. She considered the blanket she had folded on the end of the couch but doesn’t want to move and miss a moment of this.

Patrick puts his arm around her and can feel the slight shiver.  He leans forward, his arms till around her and manages to snag the edge of the blanket with his index and middle fingers.  He groans as if pulling a great weight but he pulls it to them and covers them both with it.  Then he snuggles in with her.  “Well ….  Yvette didn’t teach me anything.  I mean, she gave me a blow job then fucked me silly.  But Regina … she taught me how to …”  he turns red.  “Please a woman … and I love doing it, even if I havent had sex since her.”  he swallows hard.

Sajanii reels a bit at his bluntness and then exhales “So you’ve had all the physical...but not so much the emotional?” she muses and keeps going “I’m the opposite. I mean I wasn’t what Dan wanted so the physical was...well I don’t even know...like what people do when they’re trying to imitate how it's supposed to go between a man and a woman. Like health class meets Hollywood romance. I didn’t really know better at the time so i thought it was normal. But listening to friends...reading...I realize it was pretty disconnected and ...maybe even a bit cold. He wasn't unkind...I just feel now like he was going through the motions. I didn’t even know what the motions were…” she jokes “Bit of a disaster.”

Patrick nods.  “Exactly.  Physical, but nothing emotional.”  He realizes, bizarre conversations aside, he's had a wonderful night.  “Well, I promise I will not be going through the motions with you.”  he leans back a bit, laying and, if she’s interested, taking her with him so she can lay on top of him or off to the side a bit.  “So another thing is that our first time having sex was a disaster.  Noted.”  he grins.

Sajani gets pulled and moves with him, laying slightly sideways and letting her head snuggle into Patrick’s chest. She has to giggle at his assessment and parrots back “Noted? I’m glad you don’t just think I’m an uptight prude or freak….sometimes I feel like I am.”

Patrick chuckles and begins absently to stroke her hair.  “Noted … we both had sex, but it wasn’t what we thought it should be? And I don’t think you’re a prude.  I think you’re beautiful .. dressed or not.”  not that he's seen her naked but …  he bites his lip.  “Sajani … did he … Dan .. did he make you cum?”  his voice lowers.  “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

Sajani feels herself flush when he says dressed or not and then at his next question she buries her face in his chest like she’s too embarrassed to even give him an answer. Finally she lifts her head and looking at Patrick directly she says “No...Dan did not..” Then she exhales “But…” She laughs nervously now “I do a  lot of reading…” She’s having trouble talking about this part more than Dan “and sometimes that works out...and sometimes it doesn’t….I’m way to in my head and not enough in my body...so the reading,,,you know..” she’s referring to a particular genre of books and isn’t saying it. Sajani is someone who needs her mind turned on before her body will follow. But for now she gives an awkward little groan and buries her face in him again.

Patrick finds her shyness adorable.  She speaks and he listens, making a few mental notes.  He chuckles when she groans and buries her face in his chest again.  “Look at us.”  he keeps stroking her hair.  “So clearly inexperienced.  We got the kissing down, but now were cuddling before sex and discussing orgasm as if we’re doctor and patient.” he ducks his chin and kisses the top of her head.  He seems to ponder.  “Maybe I should run this by Chris.”  he speculates.  “Or I could ask on a forum someplace…”  he won’t … well maybe Chris .. but not the Internet.

Sajani has to laugh and then makes a little “Eeep” at the idea of his asking Chris “Oh please don’t tell your brother all this...at least not in this much detail.” She rolls so she’s a little more on top of him and then gives him a light kiss before saying “Thank you for getting me….about all this.”

Patrick chuckles.  “I won't.”  he assures her.  “And I’m not asking a bunch of randos on the Internet, either.  We’ll figure it out together.”  He accepts the kiss.  “Yea, I get you.”  he caresses her face.  “And it feels like you get me.”  he licks his lip and goes for a quick kiss.  “And Sajani … to keep being honest.  I want to make you cum.  I want to see that .. a lot.”  he qualifies, because he feels he has to.  “Not right now … unless you changed your mind.  After all, I can’t see anything under the blanket.”  he winks.  Teasing her .. for the most part.

Sajani looks at him sweetly, kisses him back again, and then looks a bit overwhelmed by his offer. His words give her a little jolt and she’s having trouble being decisive about it all. She smiles but the struggle is written on her face “You’re very considerate...and distracting.” she laughs a little “I assure you I didn’t magically take off my clothes. You’re very tempting Patrick...very tempting.” she has to bury her face in him again and just exhales before saying “I feel a bit unprepared for all this…..”

Patrick sees her struggle.  “Thank you.  This is a very considerate conversation.” he looks over the blanket at their lumpy forms.  “I’ll trust you.”  he shrugs under the blanket, moving his arm from on top of it to under it.  His other hand remains on her hair.  The hand under the blanket touches her hand. “How would you prepare for something like this?” he murmurs.  For being under a blanket with a man who wants to please you.  His hand in yours.  Move it … or don’t move it.”

Sajani shudders a bit and his voice and his words are really striking something in her. She licks her lips and rubs his hand uncertainty for a moment or two and then starts kissing him again more passionately than polite and guides his hand up into her hair, down the back of her neck and then boldly down the center of her chest. It’s terrifying in some ways but also exhilarating.

Patrick doesn’t protest a single move she makes with his hand.  He feels his hand at the center of her chest and rubs it, possibly a little awkwardly, as his hand is between both breasts and touching neither.  She kisses him with a sudden passion, and he matches it.  He breaks it to turn his head.  “Perfect…”  he whispers.

Sajani rolls around a little on him, clearly getting a little worked up again. She keeps kissing him and slides the hand right over her left breast, giving permission. When he whispered perfect she had responded back with a breathy little “Mmmm…” as she kept kissing him

Patrick keeps kissing her.  His hand cups her breast, massaging it gently.  He considers all he knows about Sajani and isn't trying anything rough, gruff or painful.  That isn't his thing, in any event.  He massages the breast through the shirt through the bra … gently and slowly as if committing it to memory.

Sakani’s body responds to his touch, Her nipples go hard becoming obvious even through her clothes. Her bra is thin and light as she ‘s not very busy, not tiny but not needing tons of support in general. She kisses Patrick a little hungrily now and then after a while she gets curious about him and moves her kisses to his cheek and down to his neck wanting to share the pleasure if she can. She has no idea what he likes so she just tries and waits as he kisses go up and down the side of his neck.

Patrick feels her nipple under his hand and sighs in happiness just to be able to feel it.  When she moves to his neck, he turns it so she can have better access.  He loves it and won’t complain unless she decides to take a bite out of his Adam’s apple.  But he does let her know he is still there and it occurs to him that he may well be ‘a talker’.  “Sajani ….”

Sajani notices his move and the access and then tilts and kisses the other side a bit, she hears him say her name and  pops up to hover over him a bit, still making sure he can have her breast “Hmm?” She replies and then kisses him a  few times. Her body is shifted sideways on the left but on the right she lets the weight of her hips sink into his, pressing together as she moves up on him a bit.

Patrick feels her weight on him.  His fingertips move to the hardened nipple and rub it gently in small circles, applying slight pressure.  Sajani’s lips move to the other side of his neck and he moans, softly.  “You feel incredible.  Your lips…”  he can’t finish the sentence.

Sajani lets out a “Oh….oh…” at what he’s doing to her nipple and then she takes in his words and goes back to his neck kissing a little harder and then curiously moving up to his ear. She kisses at the earlobe and his cheek beside it and then lightly sucks on his earlobe after, now sure how he’ll like it. She goes right back to the neck if he doesn't seem to. But between kisses on his neck at some point she murmurs “Keep talking to me Patrick….please…”

Patrick keeps absently working her nipple.  He was about to speak when she sucked on his earlobe and he continues to inhale, sharply.  He moans and he can feel his body reacting.  He didn’t know that was an erogenous zone for him.  Then he is able to honor her request.  “You’re … turning me on, Sudara…  god…  I ..  I’m sorry.”  he feels almost guilty about the beginnings of his erection .. afraid it will scare her.  But she feels so good ..is making him feel so good.

Sajani almost freezes at the word Sudara but then just feels herself melt. He had called her beautiful in Punjabi. She comes back to the moment and cues into his reaction to the earlobe and does it some more, sucking a  little harder on it on this round. His voice eggs her on and she grunts into his earlobe before pulling off and saying “Mmmm why are you sorry now?” She kind of guessed based on her earlier apology and then as she fits her hips again she feels him getting a little bulge in his pants and gaps “Oh don’t be sorry….oh Patrick….” She presses against it now with intention but not too much pressure.

Patrick almost explains.  Then she presses into his semi, making it grow even more.  He looks down at her and kisses the top of her head, then chuckles smightly.  “You know how to drive me wild.”  he moans and swallows.  He continues at her breast .. feeling that nipple.  Amazed how not being able to see is a turn on.  Or is it the woman … or is it both?  He wants more .. wants her to feel even better.  He just drinks in Sajani.

Sajani is smiling and trembling at Patrick’s touch, at his hardness pressing into her hip at his words and his affections. She moans a little and then hears a creak upstairs and freezes pushing herself up to hover over Patrick and just listen. After a minute there’s no sound and she whispers “I think he’s asleep….” But it’s dawned on her they’re not silent down here and she likes the noises and the talking too much to give it up. She smiles at Patrick and then kind of sits up on him, half straddling him unintentionally as she hunts for the TV remote  “Just in case….” She clicks on the TV and keeps it on low, low enough to hear Patrick but with enough background noise that she can pass anything off as TV if there’s a danger of getting busted. She giggles a bit “I’ve never done this before...fooled around and tried not to get caught…” She sets the remote down and lowers herself back to Patrick, kissing him again.

Patrick deals with her straddling, but loses the contact with her breast.  He’s frozen at the idea of her father catching him.  Patrick is willing to bet the ‘Please take my daughter out’ did not include ‘ then bring her home and feel her up on my couch’.  But when she settles down on him again he replies to her last words, even as he gives her his hand anew.  “If your father catches us and kills me, I will die a happy man.” and he wonders if she will return his hand to her breast … or get bolder and swallow as he feels a twitch in his groin at the very thought.

Sajani kisses him for a while and then rolls to the inside of the couch, turning him with her if he’ll allow so they’re side lying. She takes his hand again a little shyly and kisses it, looking at him “I’m not really sure where to go from  here…” She admits.”and he would never kill you...therapize you to death maybe but nothing violent…” she jokes. Her pelvis still has just enough contact with his hardness that she knows it’s there...like it’s beckoning to her.

Patrick groans, more in the pain of the thought of being ‘therapized’.  “Me, your Dad and Freud.  Terrific.”  he looks in her eyes.  Was she asking him for his opinion?  He gives it anyway.  “I want to touch you, Saj.  Between your legs.”  He remembers a term Regina used that was not even a little bit crute.  “Your petals….”  for, with Sajani he almost felt that ‘pussy’ was just as crude as ‘cunt’.  She was a flower.  All of her, in his opinion.

Sajani giggles at the first part and then gives a little gasp at his request. It takes her a moment to speak and when she does she also makes a request “Can I touch you?” Then she tries to think up something from science that goes with petals and has to fight not to giggle as she smirks out “Your stamen…” She buries her face in his shoulder after and lets out her giggle hoping she’s not just killed the mood.

Patrick nods.  “Please…”  his voice is filled with desire to be touched by her.  The word ‘stamen’ makes him chuckle at the same time she giggles.  “Can we touch each other?”  he whispers, even though the TV is on.

Sajani shudders a bit and then nods, smiling. She leaves her pants as they are, they’re loose sweats he can probably navigate. But on him she timidly reaches and starts undoing his button on his jeans as she leans in and kisses him again, this time kissing him deeply from the get go. She undoes the button and the fly and  then starts touching him lightly just through his underwear at first. She can feel it and it’s giving her a hell of a thrill. She’s already wet, had been since he found her nipple.

Patrick realizes she has no problem unbuttoning his jeans.  He moves his hand along her belly until he feels the waistband of her sweats, then wriggles his entire hand inside.  He feels the waistband of her panties and does the same, feeling the coarse hairs of her womanhood .. and her heat.  Finding her labia, he slides his middle finger between them, feeling her already wet and slick clit.  His index and ring fingers caress her as his middle strokes along her clit.  He doesn't try to enter her.  He wants to play with her clit.  He can feel himself growing harder under her exploratory touch.

Sajani’s breath gets faster as his hand goes into her pants and then panties. She’s never been so excited for anyone before. As he fingers make contact with her, stroking out side and then finding her clit just lightly she lets out a little “Uh….oh….” And then another gasp. His touch inspires her to go deeper into his pants, finding her way into his underwear and then with a few slightly fumbling motions taking him out of it. Gently she closes her hand around the base of him and gently begins to pull her closed hand up and down. She had been reading, and remembered a few things from her past. But what Patrick was doing was already more attention to detail that had been offered before. She found herself pressing into his fingers.

Patrick was breathing deeply as she played, but when her motions undo his zipper and she takes him out, he moans softly.  His hand in her sweats continues to stroke.  He can feel her hard clit under his finger.  Kissing her with increasing passion, he pulls his lips back to speak, then kiss, then kiss again.  “You feel … so good … don't stop .. Sudara….”  his hips arch into her touch.  He’s as hard as he’s ever been, but somehow more turned on than ever.  “No … one …”  he whispers and moans again.

Sajani connects to his arousal and it exponentially sends hers on an upward trajectory. She doesn’t stop what she’s doing with her hand around his stamen but grips him just a little tighter now and speeds up just a little “Patrick…” She gasps between kisses and thrusts now into his fingers wanting more of his touch “A little harder…” she pleads “Oh,,,,” She gets into a rhythm with her hand around him that matches her thrusts. Feeling him in her hand she can imagine them making love, this hardness in her...she doesn’t want it yet but the thought makes her shake even more.

Patrick kisses her like he’s never kissed a girl before.  He presses his finger into her clit harder and strokes her a little faster, now circling it as well.  The hand around him is driving him closer to the edge and he thrusts into her grip, his hips moving of their own volition.  She and he are making love .. and yet not making love.  “Sudara… please …”  he is almost begging.  She is teasing him and probably doesn’t even realize it.  He loves it, though.  Had he known, he would have masturbated before he left the house .. but he didn’t know and now .. it doesn’t matter.  All that matters is hearing more of her gasps.  Hearing his name coming from her lips as he pleases her.  Knowing that he's the one pleasing her.

Sajani shudders and moans at the same time as he goes harder with his fingers and then circles. She keeps pumping her hand up and down on him with the same rhythm feeling him move and push and pull with her. She fantasizes about just climbing on top of him and taking it all in and feels herself hit an edge and her eyes go wide. It doesn't always happen so easily when she wants it too but Patrick is finding a very direct path for her. She bucked against his finger now and gasps over and over again as she goes over the edge into pleasure like she’s never had before “Patrick...oh god Patrick…” Her orgasm is radiating all around them, washing over them. She has to really keep her grip on him but wants him there too so she keeps it up.

Patrick had pulled his head away from their kissing to speak, and saw her eyes go wide.  He could also feel her clit positively heave under his finger as she begins to cum.  She bucks against him and calls out his name.  It's driving him crazy.  “Sudara.. you’re so beautiful when you cum….”  he grains and seconds later is bucking into her hand.  “Sudara.. oh god … yes…”  and he begins to pulse in her hand, cumming hard and making an absolute mess.  But he doesn’t care.  He groans as the orgasm begins to subside, looks into her eyes, murmurs.  “Sudaraj…” one more time before kissing her in a nearly drained passion.

Sajani slowly slows down to subdued panting and then works to steady her breath, clinging to Patrick a bit and kissing him back “Holy shit…” She breathes out and Sajani is not prone to swear much. She smiles at him with adoration and grittude and then starts to snuggle into him and looks down as the blanket had shifted at some point in their mutual pleasure “I’ll get you some kleenex…” she offers and swipes a hand at the liite table behind the couch returning it with a box.

Patrick can’t help but grin when Sajani swears.  He reluctantly withdraws his hand.  Now that he’s cum, part of him now wants to make her cum again, if she can .. and again.  That was so hot he almost couldn’t stand it.  She hands him the box, but he rests it between them as he brings the fingers that had pleased her to his mouth.  His middle finger is so wet it's wrinkled and he puts them in his mouth, closing his eyes and all but whimpering at her taste.  Then he finally reaches for the tissue, takes two and, moving his hand and arm back under the blanket  cleans up blindly at first.  Then he sets those tissues aside and gets more, lifting the blanket so he can see a bit better.  “Thank you.”  he finishes the clean up job and looks at her, searching her face.  “I don’t know if we did it the way it's supposed to be done, Sudara… and I don't care.  I’ve never felt anything like that.  I have no idea what this feeling is.”

Sajani watched him put the fingers in his mouth that had pleased her and let out another little gasp. She was done but was so compelling. She blew out  a breath..  She watches him clean up with a bemused expression after and then giggles when he says thank you. Was that etiquette to thank for? His next words make her feel a surge of emotion that’s written on her face immediately . It’s melancholy in a way and a mix of bliss and fear, that risk of losing something that’s suddenly an inexplicably precious. She nods at him but her eyes fill up with unexpected tears and she swallows, unable to verbalize it.

Patrick was now laying in her arms, watching her because he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.  He sees the expressions but more, he sees the tears.  “Hey…”  he murmurs and goes to kiss her.  He doesn’t know exactly what’s going on, but maybe she thinks he is seconds from hopping up, tucking his cock into his jeans and saying ‘see ya’ before walking off into the night.  Again he kisses her lips.  “Hey, now.”  is all he murmurs.  But he pulls her closer … doesn’t push her away.

Sajani’s emotion only grows at his tenderness and she curls into him and kisses him back before she shakes  a bit and starts to fully cry “I’m sorry...I don’t know where this is all coming from...god way to ruin a mood..” She chastises herself and buries her face in his chest again, this time wetting his shirt a bit.

Patrick holds her close and when she apologizes, he shakes his head.  “Sorry for … giving me the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had with a woman?”  when she wonders where her emotion is coming from, he takes his hand and moves it to the first place she ever put it with her own free will.  Between her breasts .. and over her heart.  He kisses her head when she says she’s ruined the mood.  “I haven’t gone anywhere … ”  he points out.  He kisses her hair again.

Sajani feels his hand on her heart space and his touch calms her. She feels him kissing her head and smiles a bit, wiping at her face. Finally he speaks to her fears and kisses her hair and she turns to him looking at him and nods “Yeah that...thank you…” She leans in and kisses his lips sweetly and then rests her head on his shoulder after.

Patrick grins.  “You’re welcome and thank you …” he returns the kiss and holds her.  “Best …  Night …. Ever …”  he rumbles, stretching on the couch and settling back in, pulling her close again, as if she is a part of him.  “I really have to stand you up more often…”  he quips.

Sajani agrees “Yes it is…..” she snuggles in with him feeling the fullness of the day begin to claim her as she closes her eyes on him “Don’t you dare….just stay right here…” She nuzzles into his neck and her body relaxes into him like he’s been holding her for years “Stay...with me…” She breathes out and drifts off into him.

Patrick has every intention of answering her.  Or assuring her that he isn’t going to leave her.  And that he will indeed stay with her.  But as she settles in, he turns his head and he drifts off to sleep, his lips on her forehead.  The scene is very cute … ignoring the fact that, under the blankets, his jeans are unzipped and his penis is out of them.

At 5 am Gurshan woke up and his mouth felt as dry as a bone. He smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and reached to his bedside table for the glass of water he thought he had remembered to bring up with him last night. Only he had been so tired he forgot it completely. With a sigh he slid his long toes into his felted slippers and shuffled tiredly down the stairs in his  grey striped button up pajamas. He stopped  by the living room seeing the teapot on the coffee table with two cups and the TV still on. Sajani must have brought Patrick over. He stopped closer and noticed the mound of blanket and then almost jumped as within it all snuggled up were Sajani and Patrick. He had fallen asleep kissing her forehead. Gurshan choked up a little and his hand went over his heart. They were so sweet and his little girl had found love. And with such a wonderfully expressive young man. He gave the couch a little pat, found the remote and clicked off the TV and went to fetch his water. The world had some joy and love in it after all.