How we had sex?

However, one evening while I was still contemplating if I should ask her out while we both were hanging out at the library, Alya asked me, "Sam, do you think it is unconventional for me to have a relationship with a woman?" and while this question stung me a little because we both knew she was talking about Bixxy and I really did not like Bixxy, I still gave her my honest opinion: "While yes, it is unconventional, it is certainly not a harm done to somebody. In the 21st century, I think it is not brave; it is normal."

I sounded extremely smart here; maybe I said the right thing because Alya's eyelashes shot up with happiness. I think this was the answer that she was expecting from me. However, this moment was important in my life for various reasons. Because after a little bit of chatting, Alya had a tear in her eye, and she was about to break down in tears, and while I wanted to ask the reason for this, I thought this was not the right place.

"Alya, should we go to the cafe? I can really go for a coffee right now." I urged her, and as she is super smart in situations like these, she immediately understood that I wanted to get up and have a chat somewhere private. It was 6 PM, and while the wind was certainly a problem, students were not present. So I decided to take Alya to the park. Some people might infer it as a date, but in my opinion, it was just 2 friends talking to each other.

"So what happened, Alya? Is there any problem with Bixxy?" I asked her this question point-blank because I was not the type of guy to beat around the bush a lot. I just wanted Alya to let everything out because from our previous discussion, it was clear that this had something to do with Bixxy. She looked me in the eye and said, "No, Sam, it has got to do with my parents."

"Your parents?" I was confused with this notion. Why would a girl in her early twenties cry about something that is related to her parents? And especially in front of a boy. She then explained the situation to me, and it was basically that her parents were forcing her to not have a relationship with Bixxy. Alya, while she is convinced that Bixxy is her soulmate, did not want to hurt her parents. After finishing the story, I asked her, "Alya, this situation is complex. I really do not want to get in the middle of it, but I think your parents will be happy with whatever decision you take."

And after shedding a few more tears and me patiently waiting for her next words, she asked me, "Sam, is it possible for us to be intimate?" and this left me in a limbo. I really, and I mean really, want to have sex with Alya, but I don't want to take advantage of her being in a bad place.

However, we both still went with it. I was dumb because I was a dumb 20-year-old, and Alya was frustrated. I, with my 4-inch dick, tried my best to pleasure her, and her sucking my cock was everything that I had ever wanted from this world. After being intimate—no, scratch that, after devouring each other several times, I was confident that Alya was satisfied. Her facial expressions were something of a mystery to me.

She still wanted me to keep going, and while I had already hit my daily quota of semen ejaculation, I still tried, and the results of my effort were, she smiled. She smiled and pulled my hair along with me, and then our eyes locked into each other, her breath smelling of something delicious, something out of this world, and our lips met. It was a long, passionate, and breathtaking kiss, one which I will cherish for the rest of my life even after I have married this wonderful woman.

And thus the day, which I could never have imagined to happen this very morning, ended.