Chapter 1

I'm going to generalize here, so apologies to any of the readers who don't fit the bill. Here is my generalization:

The readers are generally from liberal societies that make it easy for people to meet, go out, and lead to sex. Lucky bastards.

Here is my situation and see if you can emphasize. I'm a Muslim in a deeply, Islamic country. Let's not mention which one, but it is one of those nations that make western people nervous. I don't mind it terribly and it is certainly much better than CNN or BBC portrays the country, but it does have its drawbacks. I can't just walk hand in hand with a girl. Not only will the law and society breathe down my neck, but I would also have to risk being seen with the girl's family, and having her brothers and father and anyone else with a "family honor" excuse to come hunt me down, and make me regret me kissing their precious angel.

What do you do then? If you're smart, you keep your head down, find a nice girl, get married, settle down, and have sex in private. If you're smart.

I'm not.

Jasmine

It had been a regular event. My doors locked, boxers down to my knees, my cock in my hand, phone to my ear, and Jasmine on the other line, describing how she wanted my cock in her mouth. I could hear the hoarseness in her voice and I knew she was close to coming, her fingers rubbing against her slit, as we mutually played with each other, trying to come at the same time.

I had not met Jasmine yet, but I'd seen her pictures and we talked about what we would like to do each other's bodies. The way she talked and her vivid descriptions would drive me crazy with arousal and I'd feel both horny and frustrated at the same time, as I'd picture myself with her again and again.

We were both in our mid-twenties and our relationship was more than the sexual attraction, but this not a in depth romantic or dramatic story, so we'll ignore anything else that is not related to that. Apologies to her for oversimplifying our relationship, but me and you have met today for a specific reason.

And that is how I finally could not control myself and decided to meet her.

Plans

You might have many different ideas on how we could meet, and that's good, we'll talk about your ideas later on, but for now, to short list them, just try to think of these obstacles. No one should realize we are on a date. The law should not see us making out. Jasmine has transportation and timing problems, as she can't meet me whenever she wants. Private rooms (hotel rooms) are out of the question.

You can think about some good plans to recommend to me, but in the meantime, here is what I came up with.

Plan One — Cinema

Jasmine could tell her family to drop her at a mall for some shopping. That gave us an hour or so for our idea.

I had bought two tickets for the worst movie (a badly reviewed romantic comedy that had been released a month ago and was on its way out) at the worst timing (early afternoon). I was hoping the movie would be as empty as possible.

Jasmine was covered, like all the Muslim girls around me on that day. I felt nervous and excited, and I could not just go and embrace her. I had to act discreet and nonchalant. She passed me by, and I quickly handed over one of the tickets to her, and waited for her to go in. After pausing for a minute or two, I followed in. A passerby would not have guessed we were there together.

The theatre was not as empty as I hoped, but I could not turn back now. I fumbled through the dark until I found my seat besides her and sat down. Viewers were scattered around the cinema but thankfully, none of them were directly besides us. I did not want to attract anyone's attention, so I was silent besides her. I looked at her, smiled, mouthed a greeting, but didn't say more. We both turned our head towards the screen.

Now what? I had gone through all these trouble, but what could I do? I could not kiss her as that seemed to be like the exact sort of act that would be noticeable. I had not thought this through.

We both continued looking blankly at the screen and I could smell her perfume, and feel her close to me. I wished I could build a wall around us, and tear off her hijab (headscarf) and force my mouth against hers.

I couldn't though, and I could feel my body tensing up. The closeness of her made me shiver in anticipation and I could feel heat on my skin.