The whole house was dark, no one stirred, not even the dog as we quietly crept to my room in the other end of the basement. Indian sex Her parents wouldn’t make anything of her absence for the night, mine would. Not my kind of place. I tossed the keys on a chair sized rock and laid down on my back next to her, arm still around her shoulder, looking up at the sky. My parents knew I didn’t like to be bothered; no one would inquire about the locked door. I lay there still, inside her but not moving, kissing her, tracing the contours of her face, running my hands along her hairline, through her wavy hair, splayed across the sleeping back like rays of sun.
