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Real Israelis

By on May 19, 2014

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The cab was in the underground part of the lot, and half of the lights were out, so it was very dark as we walked towards the car. Sami held out his keychain and pressed the button to unlock the doors. I grabbed his hand then, moved quickly, opening the back passenger door and getting in, pulling him with me. He closed the door and turned to me and I was suddenly braver than before, pushing myself against him, bracing one hand against the glass of the window and putting the other on the back of his neck.

I kissed him before I could think about why I shouldn’t, and the surprise I felt in his lips melted away, leaving the taste of cigarettes on his tongue and the scent of a woody cologne on the skin of his face. When I moved my thumb back and forth against the hairs on his neck his still hands came to life wildly. He grabbed my shoulder, pulling me closer, rubbing my cheek while the other hand reached around my side and rested on my back. I felt his fingers spread wide as if he were trying to touch as much of me as he could. Taking my hand off the window, I hooked it under his arm, palming his shoulder and shifting so that I could pull him on top of me. I felt his body tense, the muscles in his torso flexing and then slowly relaxing as I moved one foot so that it rested against the car door. My legs were straddling him then, our pelvises aligned.

I opened my eyes. We were still kissing and his face was very close, but I looked past him, over his shoulder to the roof of the car, which was perfectly clean. Though I could see a small triangle of the window from where I was lying, I couldn’t see anything outside, just condensation over darkness. It felt good to have Sami’s weight on me, and as we kissed I felt his erection press itself against my thigh. He lifted his upper body up a bit, and pushed my shirt up to my shoulders so that my bra was showing. As he peeled back one of the cups we made eye contact. He looked embarrassed, like I had caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to do, and the look confused me for a second. I closed my eyes and he put his hand on the skin he had just uncovered.

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Author of Jewrotica's Double Mitzvah column, Tamar Fox is a writer and editor in Philadelphia. She will try anything once, including open relationships, dating someone who is chalav yisrael, and going to Suriname.
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