Nap Times at Suraya’s Part I

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Okay so this one. This one I’ve been thinking about for weeks and I still don’t know how to write it without sounding like I’m bragging or lying or both. But it happened. Nap time at Suraya’s. That’s what I called it in my head after, like it was some innocent childhood thing. Nap time, pleaseeee!

So the setup was like this — I basically manufactured the whole visit. Told my mum that she was helping me with my add maths because Suraya used to be a tuition teacher before she moved to Australia and everyone knew she was the “smart one.” My mum didn’t even blink. She packed me a tupperware of kuih and told me to be polite.

Polite lol. If she only knew. Anyways, I got to her flat around two, and it was that dead hot Klang Valley afternoon where the aircon is working overtime and everything smells faintly of the sambal she’d fried for lunch. She was in this thin cotton kaftan, no bra, I could tell because when she bent to pour me syrup her tits just kind of swung there under the fabric and I nearly choked on my own spit. I said I was tired. I said I’d do the homework later. She said okay come lie down lah, the bed is cooler.

Her bed where she and her divorced husband fucked on weekends and he didn’t even do it right, based on the way she was always looking at me. I curled up on my side facing the wall and did my best fake-sleep breathing. Slow in, slow out. My whole body buzzing because I could feel her come into the room, hear the mattress dip, feel the heat of her through the sheet. She lay down behind me. Not touching, not yet. Just close.

Then I heard it this soft wet sound, rhythmic. Her breath going ragged. She was rubbing herself, right there next to me, thinking I was out cold. Maybe I got her turned on somehow or maybe she has watched a porn or something. Idk. I could smell her — that sharp sweet cunt smell coming up through the sheets mixed with her jasmine-scented body lotion, and I swear my mouth actually watered. My own hand had already snuck into my panties by then. I was so wet it was embarrassing, like slippery-down-my-thighs wet, and I was trying so hard to keep my hips still so she wouldn’t notice.

I noticed her noticing though. Her breathing hitched, then stopped. Long pause. And then her hand warm and a little damp — slid over my hip, down the front of my shorts, right under the elastic of my panties, and her fingers just went straight for my clit like she’d been mapping it in her head for months. “Nadia,” she whispered, right into the shell of my ear, “you naughty little liar.”

I gasped. Full gave up the fake sleep. Turned my face into the pillow and she laughed this low dirty laugh and said “no no, look at me, tengok.” She rolled me onto my back and got her whole hand down my shorts properly, two fingers already circling my clit, slow and mean. “So wet already,” she said. “Kau ni memang gatal, kan?” You’re such a horny little thing, aren’t you. And I nodded because what else was I supposed to do? Her fingers were sliding down and pushing inside me and it hurt-good in this way that made my eyes water. Her other hand went up under my t-shirt and just — took my tit. Whole handful. She wasn’t gentle. She rolled my nipple between her thumb and finger and pinched until I whimpered and then she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, hard, tongue first, tasting like the teh she’d drunk at lunch. I didn’t even know how to kiss back properly. She kissed me like she was trying to eat me, all wet and hungry, biting my bottom lip. “I have been watching you,” she muttered against my mouth. Her fingers were fucking me properly now, thick knuckles working in and out, her palm grinding against my clit. “Every family dinner. Sitting there all pretty in your baju kurung, pretending you don’t know what you’re doing to me. Kau ingat tak nampak?” You think I didn’t see?

I came embarrassingly fast. Like, humiliatingly fast. My whole body seized up and I made this noise — “ahh-ah-ah-ahh-ahhhhhh” — muffled into her shoulder because I still had some sense that her neighbours might hear through the thin walls. She kept her fingers inside me through the whole thing, feeling me clench around her, and she was smiling. I could feel her smiling against my cheek. “Good girl,” she said. “Sekarang giliran.” Now it’s my turn. And that’s where I have to stop for part one because my hands are shaking just typing this.

This essay is taken from Nadia’s Substack with her permission.

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