Obioma parked the car and walked into the airport, noticing how sparse the hustle and bustle was. In fact, you couldn’t even call it that, it was more like just a few people going about the arrival and departure activities, most of them going and coming from business trips.
“Definitely not like Christmas,” Obioma thought to herself, knowing too well the loud commotion typical of Nigerian airports during that season. This time, she didn’t even get a single cheery “Fine girl! I want to marry you!” or any such flirtatious shouts from the usual younger guys hanging around. She was quite used to such, given her perfect body proportions and cute, charming face. While flattering, she often felt like shouting back in the same joking spirit something to the effect that dick turned her on just about as much as a broken fridge, but of course that was completely off the table given that same-sex relations were criminalised.
Neema’s flight was slightly delayed, so Obioma sat her stereotypically big African bottom down on one of the benches in the terminal. She was quite short, slim but kind of an athletic build, and her butt was the only thing on her body that really stood out, literally. She thought about Neema’s body, how she longed to see it again. Though she hadn’t seen Neema naked yet, she very much hoped to, at least some day in a near future. They were similarly built, though Neema’s butt was a size bigger and her skin a shade darker. They used to joke about how they looked like actual sisters, not just “African sisters,” though Neema was Tanzanian. It was a bit of a stretch perhaps, their faces looked really different, but the point of the joke was, of course, to underline the warmth and strength of their friendship, nothing else.
However, what added to the similarity between them was, of course, their common style, which stood out from most African women. They both wore their hair naturally one way or the other, short, braids or afro; they both used very little makeup, and almost exclusively for parties or such; they both usually wore US size 6 sneakers, never high heels, not even at parties; they both rarely went clubbing.
“Hellooooooo, my sister!” Neema smiled like a toothpaste advertisement, but with a heartiness never seen in any of those. They hugged emphatically, Obioma savoured the feel of Neema’s oh-so-sexy body pressing against her own.
After the initial greetings, Obioma took Neema’s supersized suitcase by the handle and pulled it behind her as they walked to her car.
“So how was your flight?” she asked and Neema giggled, shaking her head.
“Di oyinbo wey dey sit next to me, I don teach am well well.” During her few years of living in Nigeria, she had become quite fluent in Naija pidgin, but Neema and Obioma habitually switched randomly between English and Pidgin in their conversations.
“Ah! Wetin happen?”
“Na him first time wey him dey travel come Africa, but even with a Master’s degree in Political Science, he was yet another one of those oyinbo who think sey Africa no get real cities proper.”
Obioma rolled her eyes, saying, “It never ends! So you told him about the ancient African cities too, of course?”
“You sabi me so well!” Neema smiled. “So, what have you cooked for me?”
Neema loved Nigerian food, though it was almost completely different from Tanzanian food.
“It will be a surprise,” Obioma smiled back, and Neema didn’t miss the flirty look Obioma gave her.
They chattered on during the drive to Obioma’s house. It was in one of those fairly new estates built for the upper middle class to which Obioma fortunately belonged. For a bunch of reasons, Neema preferred not to reveal to her close relations the exact date of her return from her three-month trip, but she made an exception for Obioma and they had arranged for Neema to stay at Obioma’s house for 2-3 days before she’d let the others know she was back.
As they entered the spacious house, Neema noticed the scent of freshness.
“Wow, you done clean the house well well!” she said, “and you cooked for me too! You’ve been busy!”
“Oh my sister, you know sey I no do the cleaning, hm? It’s the new cleaning lady, she’s very good.”
As customary, coming to someone’s home you remove your outdoor shoes and put on indoor slippers, and people always keep some extra slippers for guests by the front door. Obioma had a fresh new pair reserved exclusively for Neema, and gave it to her when they removed their sneakers and ankle socks. Obioma discreetly got a quick look at Neema’s perfectly shaped, smooth, sexy feet, clearly manicured, probably only yesterday. To Obioma’s great relief, Neema still kept her toenails cut short, like her own were. Obioma had never understood why so many African women keep long toenails, she thought it just looked like claws, obliterating any sexiness, regardless of how perfect their feet might be in every other respect.
“Oh God, I need to pee!” Neema said, darting off to the guest bathroom on the ground floor, not the big bathroom upstairs.
She just couldn’t go to public toilets, so she had held her pee the whole time since leaving Heathrow.
Knowing she only had minutes, Obioma acted quickly. She took Neema’s socks and turned them inside out, held the sock soles to her nose and passionately sniffed them. The warm, moist aroma after all those hours in the sneakers was thick, pleasantly so, and it brought Obioma’s whole body into fuck mode with a jolt. She felt her cunt getting wet and swelling up, her nipples stiffening and her mouth watering.
She kept sniffing, deeper now, and rubbing the sock sole on her nose and lips. Suddenly, she felt her other hand inside her panties, fingering her swollen, sensitive clit. She moved the socks in her hand to sniff the underside of the toe parts, where the sweat between Neema’s toes had marinated the socks even more than her soles. The aroma was definitely much more intense, sending Obioma’s horniness into overdrive. Her fingers frantically rubbed her clit, and as she stood there by her front door (which was closed of course) she felt drops of pussy juice running down her inner thighs.
She was so close to orgasm, but was she running out of time? She kept her ears pricked for the sound of Neema flushing the toilet, she expected it any second. At the same, she craved more than just sniffing, she needed to taste! She reached out her tongue and pressed the toe parts of the socks against it, licking them hard. That did it! The orgasm made her whole body convulse, more so since she had to hold back the beast inside her that just wanted to roar. Despite her gallant effort, a short “UH!” escaped her mouth, so to keep quiet, she put the toe parts of the socks into her mouth and closed her lips tight, and kept licking Neema’s sock flavor til the orgasm had faded completely.
Just then she heard the toilet flush, and she snatched the socks from her mouth with a speed that would’ve impressed a cobra. She put them back into Neema’s sneakers just before Neema came into view.
“Did you say something? I thought I heard you when I was in there,” Neema asked.
“What? No, I just suppressed a sneeze,” Obioma said, hoping the lie would serve as a credible explanation for why her face was suddenly reddened.
She realised she’d also have to come up with what to say if Neema later would find her socks more moist than when she took them off. Or… maybe not, maybe she’d just leave them like that, like a little perverted mystery for Neema. There was something sexy to the idea that Neema would suspect, but not know for sure, what had been going on. Hmmm…
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Swallowing the very last spoon of the savoury ofe onugbu (bitterleaf soup) and eba that she could take, Neema leaned back, slumping down in her chair.
“Ooh, I am officially defeated! You’ve outdone yourself again! And the extra pepper… kudos!”
“Why, thank you very much!” Obioma said with a purposely exaggerated mock Queen’s English.
They put the dishes and stuff in the dishwasher, the remaining food in the fridge and went to relax in the living room.
Neema walked behind, taking in the view of Obioma’s shapely, round buttocks. Since long before Neema’s latest trip, they had both been considerably more flirty with each other when no one else was around, but not to the point of acting it out or openly talking about it. In fact, they had never scratched the surface on the topic of why both of them seemed perpetually single, and when the topic of sex came up it was never on the initiative of either one of them, and they swiftly brushed it off with some often lame joke, at which they both laughed a little too enthusiastically.
But today, Neema felt there was a different air between them. The looks, the tones of their voices, the “fortuitous” brushing of skin against skin. It seemed the flirtatious mood reached deeper, and it raised Neema’s hopes for something, exactly what she didn’t know. Just something. Some cuddling maybe, or a bit of tongue kissing.
Over the year they had known each other, Neema had become increasingly convinced that Obioma was lesbian, or at the very least bi. As for herself, she had long used the label “bi” though by now it had been some years since she last felt interest in a man.
Inspired by the new mood, Neema sat herself down in the leather sofa a little bit closer to Obioma than she’d normally do. That way, there was opportunity for some more “fortuitous” brushing of skin, which hopefully would lead the way to further intimacy. Obioma seemed to notice, her face lit up fleetingly, but then she composed herself.
After browsing for films on the streaming service, they settled for a Nollywood movie and watched it lazily.
About halfways into the movie, Neema pulled her legs up and sat on her knees a bit on the side, so her feet were soles up right next to Obioma’s left thigh. Actually, her right foot was gently pressing against Obioma, but none of them flinched, and none of them seemed to react to the whiff of heavy spiciness from her soles. As Neema looked fully focused on the TV, Obioma took the chance to glance down sneakily, just a quick one before Neema would notice.
The sight and smell made Obioma’s breathing heavier. She could tell from the way the wrinkles were shaped that Neema’s soles were soft. She clearly took great care of her feet. They were smooth, spotless, and their sand-coloured soles looked so pale in contrast to Neema’s deep mahogany skin, but still healthy and moist. The way the curves of the soles’ arches bent in that pose highlighted Neema’s impressively high arches. All in all, for Obioma the sight and fragrance were aphrodisiacal, and she could feel the reaction in her crotch. As casual as she could make it seem, she placed her hand on Neema’s feet and let her fingers move ever so slightly, caressing Neema’s soles. They were sweatier than she had expected, turning her on even more.
Unbeknownst to Obioma, Neema putting her feet up like that wasn’t just to make her more comfortable. She did it purposely to let her foot touch Obioma’s thigh, a part of that brushing-of-skin strategy she had. Inwardly, she jumped for joy when she felt Obioma’s hand land on her feet and unashamedly caress her soles, as sweaty as they were, and as pervasive as their scent was. Clearly, it showed that Obioma didn’t mind, which was a likely hint that she was into feet. Which, also unbeknownst to Obioma, Neema was as well.
Neema had been spending a lot of the movie glancing at Obioma’s bare feet, as Obioma sat with her legs stretched out in front of her, one leg on top of the other, her heel resting on her slipper on the floor. She loved how Obioma’s stubby toes and wide feet made them look smaller than her own, even though they wore the same size. Obioma wore bead anklets on both of her ankles, and for Neema, anklets gave a definite boost to the sexiness of feet – why she didn’t know.
She had lusted for Obioma’s feet since she first saw them bare. Occasionally since then, when Obioma wouldn’t notice (and one afternoon when she fell asleep on the sofa) she had been taking pics of them from different angles (shutter sound off, of course!). Especially during this her latest trip, she had rubbed herself to orgasm many times looking at those pics, imagining herself licking, tasting, fucking Obioma’s feet.
So, Obioma wasn’t the only one sitting in the sofa feeling really horny. She had gradually let her fingers caress Neema’s soles more boldly and pronouncedly, now more rubbing than caressing. This was just what Neema had been hoping for, that the touching of skin against skin would become unmistakably intentional. It was time to break the silence. She turned her head, caught Obioma’s eyes and in a voice like crimson velvet, she said, “I like how you touch my feet.”
It took Obioma a few seconds to fully take it in, the implications of what Neema said and in particular how she said it. Her eyes stayed in Neema’s, then the cage that had held back their lust was flung open.
Suddenly, Obioma’s open mouth was on Neema’s, and their tongues twirled together with the frenzy of Senegalese mbalax dancing. Their clothes came off in seconds, and none of them could care less about the drama of the old Nollywood movie and its loud, angry shouting that made the microphones screech in pain.
They took turns eagerly licking and sucking each other’s longing breasts and nipples. While Obioma did Neema’s, she rubbed her index finger hard between all the toes of Neema’s left foot and was about to smear that well-marinated toe sweat on Neema’s nipples to suck it off of them, but Neema grabbed her wrist and promptly put Obioma’s finger in her mouth and sucked it like an popsicle. Obioma gasped. Yes, of course, she had fantasized many times about Neema being at this level of kinkiness, but never in a zillion years had she thought it would be for real! Obioma jerked herself up and let her tongue join the action, so their tongues and Obioma’s index finger had a threesome in Neema’s mouth, which was now chock-full of her rich toe sweat flavour. The kinkiness of it made them moan into each other’s mouths.
Neema grasped Obioma’s right ankle, gently starting to lift it, and Obioma instantly caught on where Neema was heading with that. They both laid back, positioned so that they could easily reach each other’s faces with their feet, and then let themselves go.
Neema began by rubbing her face on Obioma’s moist soles, which gladly rubbed back. Obioma tongue-kissed Neema’s flavourful arches and balls of her feet. Those fucking high arches! Her mouth kept coming back to them, frenzily. Now and then Neema’s feet would twitch a little, making their sensitivity even more obvious than her moaning already did. By now Neema was emphatically elated from all that was going on, letting her tongue slide all over Obioma’s wide soles. As she had expected, they were slightly thicker than her own, but still soft and so smooth. And ah, the taste! To her surprise, there was no detectable sharpness in the flavour, only tones of sweetness and salt, like a salty blend of the smell of toasted sweet bread and the smell of plantain frying. Neema wished Obioma’s soles had been a lot sweatier, so she could get more to taste and smear all over her face. Her tongue ventured fervently in between Obioma’s toes, instantly making Obioma let out gasps.
“Ooh… Neema,” she groaned, and changed her licking to long strokes, each lick going from the heel end of Neema’s arches to the underside of her toes, and ending each lick the tip of her tongue would jiggle her toes, right between the balls of the feet and the tips of the toes. Just like her socks, Neema’s feet tasted toothsomely tangy, but saltier.
Vaguely Neema notes that the movie had finished, meaning they had been lost in their lust for almost an hour, though Neema was sure it had been around a third of that. For the first time since they started with each other’s feet, their eyes met. Looking into Obioma’s horny eyes and at the same time seeing how she undauntedly let her tongue make love to her feet definitely raised Neema’s arousal, and the effect was the same for Obioma, seeing Neema do that too. Also, Obioma noticed the wet spot under Neema’s pussy on the sofa cushion and the visibility of the glistening pink slit between her legs was enhanced by the contrasting dark skin. She now knew two things: Neema’s pussy was fucking wet, and she had small pussy lips (if they had been big, or even average size, they would have covered her slit).
Obioma kept licking Neema’s left foot but gently started moving her right foot down her body, holding it by the bridge of the foot. All the way she made Neema’s sole caress her skin. Her breasts, rubbing a bit extra on her small, stiff, delicate nipples. Her nascent abs, taking care not to break the string of traditional waist beads. Then further down… She parted her legs a little more, and when she let Neema’s sole land on her swollen clit, her whole body twitched. Then she pressed the sole down hard and at the same time pushed her pelvis up, just holding it there, right there.
“Uuuunnnggh,” she grunted. Inadvertently, her pelvis started moving up and down, up and down, her clit still pressed hard into Neema’s sole.
Neema panted: “Ooh… Ooh… Obiomaaah! Fuck my foot! Fuck my sole!”
Neema felt herself overcome by all the simultaneous sensations. Her tongue on Obioma’s warm, aromatic feet, Obioma’s tongue all over her left sole and toes, and Obioma’s clit and juicy cunt rubbing her right sole hard. All this, amplified by her extra-sensitive feet. She felt that familiar surge from her crotch, surprising her. It was as if her feet and her pussy were directly connected, neurologically fused.
Whispering, Neema babblingly repeated “Fuck my sole, lick my foot, fuck my sole, lick my foot,” as the surge grew stronger by the second. Abruptly, the babbling stopped and Obioma could her Neema hyperventilating rapidly for a moment, then, “AAH!!! AAAAHH!! UUNGAAAHH!!”
Obioma had only read about “footgasms” before, but clearly that was what happened to Neema now, and it drove Obioma wild, making her hump Neema’s sole faster and harder.
Before her footgasm was even fully finished, Neema now wholly possessed by frantic foot lust, spread her legs and immediately took Obioma’s right foot and placed the toes on her open vagina.
“I need you inside me,” her velvety voice said with a tone that was somehow both begging and demanding.
“Oh Neema, me need you too!” Obioma said, and they both tensed up their toes to ease the insertions.
They helped to push in the other’s foot. Neema’s ball of the foot needed help past the opening, but once it was inside the arched part slid in effortlessly, as it was slimmer. Neema’s foot was now up to the heel deep inside Obioma, the heel being way too big, but Obioma was more than pleased by what could fit inside her.
Obioma’s foot, being wider, didn’t slide into Neema easily, so it took the combined efforts of Obioma pushing and wiggling her foot and Neema’s firm pulling grip around Obioma’s heel to gently but relentlessly get it deeper and deeper inside her dripping vulva. Neema gasped. Never before had she had anything fill up her pussy so much. It was wildly arousing and a bit uncomfortable at the same time, but having Obioma’s sexy foot deep in her pussy made her disregard the discomfort and she really couldn’t think about anything but fucking that foot hard, and foot-fucking Obioma at the same time.
For both of them, the feeling of simultaneously being so deep inside the other and the other being deep inside themselves was in itself intensely libidinous. Yet that sensation was boosted to even greater power when they started moving their feet back and forth inside their slippery wet fuckholes. It made them completely lose any and all inhibitions, and within seconds they were frantically, manically foot-fucking each other as if absolutely possessed by lust. Foot-fucking hard and deep fast, like they were kicking their feet inside each other’s cunts. Their uninhibited grunting and panting gradually increased tempo and loudness. As if choreographed, they both took each other’s left feet and their tongues went crazy all over their soles and toes, while nearing their climaxes. Obioma cummed first.
“Aaaaaarghh Neeeeeemaaah!!” she shouted, her body writhing.
Neema’s foot could easily feel Obioma’s rhythmic cunt contractions and the orgasm juice generously flowing all around her foot and between her toes. Right after, Neema followed, groaning and growling, returning the favor of orgasm juice, now between Obioma’s little toes, and at the same time, Obioma felt Neema’s pussy give her wide foot a hard squeeze, like a blood pressure cuff, followed by a series of spasmodic twitches.
For a moment, Neema thought Obioma couldn’t cum again so she slowed her foot’s movement inside.
“No stop am, dey go on!” Obioma moaned, so Neema resumed the kicking motion, and again they were fucking each other so hard that to a spectator it must’ve looked violent, as if they were trying to hurt each other, but the look would’ve been deceiving.
Within moments, both of them orgasmed strongly again, this time Neema cummed first.
“Aaaaaaah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” followed by rapid mumbling in Swahili which Obioma couldn’t understand, but she got the gist of it when Neema grabbed her heel and helped keep up the intensity and tempo of Obioma’s foot movements. Obioma did the same, and had to grab Neema’s heel firmly as it was now slippery with sweat. Touching Neema’s foot-sweat was the cherry on top, and grunting loudly, Obioma reached the zenith. They kept their grips of each other’s heels, clearly in silent agreement to keep going. It was only after they both had a few more rounds of foot-fuck orgasms that they yielded to fatigue.
Panting heavily, they just laid there for a few minutes, their feet still deep inside each other, savouring the tipsy high left by all the frenzied carnal pleasure and the taste of each other’s feet still lingering in their mouths. A high exacerbated by the fact that something they had both dreamed of, a fantasy that previously had given them so many masturbative happy endings, had just come true.
“Wait, stay right there,” Neema said as she reached for her cell phone on the coffee table.
“I mus snap picture,” she said and took a few pics showing their pussies with their feet stuffed inside. Obioma didn’t mind, she knew Neema wouldn’t post the pics anywhere, but she was still so giddy with horniness that she wouldn’t have objected even if Neema would post them on Insta or wherever. Neema switched to filming selfie mode and filmed the whole scene, from Obioma’s head down, stopping a moment showing their pussy-foot connection some extra, then she let the camera continue it’s path and when it reached her face she started sensually licking Obioma’s left foot, long strokes, and then between each of her toes, all the while looking seductively into the camera.
“Oh fuck that’s sexy!” Obioma said and teased: “Just don’t click ‘share’ by mistake,” and as she said that she wiggled her toes rapidly deep inside Neema.
Neema jolted.
“OH! Uh, uh,” she grunted, almost dropping her phone.
“You want more, eh?” she asked, reciprocating the toe wiggling, causing the same jolting reaction in Obioma.
“Yes!” Obioma gasped. “You’re so unbelievably fucking sexy!! I want to lick your pussy and drink your orgasm!!”
“Oh fuck yeah, me too!” Neema replied, and they swiftly switched into a 69, Neema on top.
There was no beating around the bush (and it literally couldn’t have been since they both kept their pubic hair well trimmed). They dove right in and licked like they were having a contest for who could make the other cum first. Not only their pussies but their whole crotches were already awash with orgasm nectar, and their cunts carried the distinct aroma and taste of their feet.
Neema immediately noticed that the dense piquancy of her own several-hours-in-warm-sneakers foot-sweat clearly dominated over the much milder taste of Obioma’s pussy juice, and it only made her even more eager to lick and swallow it all. While she kept licking, the flavour gradually shifted when more and more fresh juice trickled out of Obioma.
It was irrefutable that Neema’s cunt was a cornucopia of vaginal lubricant. Everything down there was so damp, Obioma had to start swallowing already after the first few licks, and that was just the juices that were already there. Then her licking almost instantly brought forth new nectar, oozing out, which Obioma hornily responded to by picking up the pace of her licking and swallowing. Swallowing. For Obioma, it was something very special. It did something to her. That feeling of the other girl’s liquids – be it pussy juice, foot-sweat, squirting or pee – going down her throat, boosted the intimacy since it literally was an absorption of part the other girl’s physical being. And to top it all off, Neema’s juices tasted like a mix of lychee and honeydew melon.
Strange how the perception of time can be severely warped during sex. Before, when they were engrossed in licking each other’s feet, close to an hour felt like 20 minutes. Now, bewilderingly, the deeply passionate 69-ing seemed to both of them like at least half an hour though it had actually only about 10 minutes when they, as if in quantum entanglement, felt the unstoppable approach of orgasmic climax. It somehow seemed slow and fast at the same time. Their licking and moaning went into a frenzy, and was soon rewarded. Still puzzlingly entangled, their mutual eruption was synchronous. To Obioma’s delight, Neema’s pussy instantaneously went from oozing to spouting. Obioma tried to swallow all of it, but her uncontrollable ecstatic moaning meant some overflowed and dribbled down the sides of her face. Still, it wasn’t what Obioma would call a squirting orgasm, it was just an ample flow of regular cunt lubricant.
Neema had known how much her pussy would release, that’s why she chose to be on top in the 69, so that it would all easily run into Obioma’s mouth and/or over her face. As for herself, it was as if her cumming forced her face down onto Obioma’s vagina, her tongue as deep as it could go inside, feeling the pulsating vaginal spasms while Obioma’s climax liquid flowed into her mouth before she gulped it down again and again. “Ummmph! Mmmuh! Ummmumphhuummuh!” sounded Neema’s muted grunting. This time Neema’s orgasm didn’t wind down after peaking the way orgasms usually do, but instead unexpectedly intensified for a moment, engulfing her with an overwhelming urge to smear Obioma’s face with her soaked cunt. She pressed her fuckhole down on Obioma’s licking mouth and started humping wildly, humping her whole face from forehead to chin.
Obioma was completely taken aback by this sudden feral lust attack. Futilely she tried to somehow keep up and get some licks in, but Neema moved too much, rubbing her slippery dampness hard and fast. Neema’s fluids doused her face. It got into her nose, her eyes, some even into her right outer ear. Some got into her hair. Throughout, Neema was screaming with ecstacy. Then, as suddenly as the frenzied face-humping had started, Neema stopped and collapsed next to Obioma like a deflating balloon.
Had it been some run-of-the-mill lover, Obioma would’ve likely have wiped some of the pussy juice off, at least off her eyes and nose, but this was Neema. Neema. Obioma just wanted to indulge in every bit of this experience as much as possible, including not wasting a single drop from Neema’s fluids. So to clear her eyes she just blinked a few extra times, and to clear her nose she sniffed hard, making sure Neema’s juice entered her and wasn’t blown out.
She turned over and let her eyes drown in Neema’s. Neema saw Obioma’s wet face and with a look of embarrassment, she said, “Oh, sorry about that.”
“No be sorry, I loved it!” Obioma insisted and went on, “It got into my nose and my eyes…”
“Oh no, stop!”
“…and my hair and my ear…”
“Obioma! I beg o, stop now, please!”
Giggling, they cuddled and kissed deeply.
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They had almost fallen asleep from exhaustion. When they eventually perked up, Obioma realized they had forgotten to take care of the small load of laundry Neema had from the last few days abroad, so they decided to start the washing machine.
“Oh, let me put my socks in first,” Neema said and went to get her socks from her sneakers. That’s when Obioma remembered that she had been in such a rush to put the socks back, she had left them turned inside out. Neema instantly noticed that they were not as she had left them, and that the toe part was wet. She turned to Obioma, smiled and said:
“Aaahaaa… so dat na di reason wey make your face red when I came back from the bathroom before! You licked my socks, eh?”
Obioma smiled back, a proud, defiant smile.
“Yes, I did, and the taste was marvelous!”
Obioma moved close to Neema, took one of the socks and gave a thorough lick of the sole of it and asked:
“You want a taste?” just before tongue-kissing Neema, who unhesitatingly kissed back.
