Miriam was too preoccupied with her own thoughts to make small talk as she drove through the posh residential streets. She’d just performed, apparently with success, her first act of fellatio on a perfect stranger. In her kitchen for pity’s sake. Though maybe not a life altering experience, surely it was of some significance? She braked sharply, almost missing the highway entrance. Though Miriam didn’t regret it for a moment, it was so out of character for her even she was having difficulty comprehending the impulsiveness of it. What must Zee think of her? Should she say that she didn’t do this with every man she met? Had never done it before, but hoped to do it again?
Despite the elation she felt about her first real sexual encounter, Zaahir’s remark about what she “did” kept resurfacing. She wanted him to regard her highly, consider her a person of substance. Perhaps it was too much to think he would find her sexy and mysterious, but what about interesting? Someone he would like to get to know, come to care for, even…well, best not get carried away, she admonished.
I don’t want this to end when I drop him off. I don’t want to be remembered as a bizarre sexual encounter, or even worse, forgotten altogether.
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