As Arun drove Reena to her house at top speed, she once again remained quiet, savoring the wind going though her now loose tresses at 70 Kmph. Arun dropped her at a little distance from her place so that they wouldn't be spotted together. Not knowing the right thing to say or do, Reena just smiled and turned to walk away, when she felt a pull on her hair. Arun had grabbed the end of it and was slowly rolling it up around his fist. As he kept rolling Reena was pulled along until she was standing in front of him, their noses touching each other. "It was a good movie wasn't it?" Arun asked. "I don't know. I didn't get to see most of it." she replied sticking out her tongue. "Hmm. That's true. So would you like to see it again sometime?" Reena blushed deep red. "I don't know. I don't really like Salman Khan." "Good. Neither do I." He gave her a wicked grin. “So would you like to see it again?" He tugged at the ball of hair around his hand again, hard. She was forced to look up at him. He could read the lust in her eyes. They kissed again, deep and long. It lasted for more than a minute, at the end of which both were left gasping for breath. "Good. I'll book tickets for next weekend's show." He informed her grinning. "I might not come." "Yes you will." He again tugged hard. "Ouch, it hurts!! Stop it. You'll pull out all my hair." she cried. "Say you'll come again." "Fuck off!!" He pulled her towards him and tried to kiss her again. This time she bit his lips. "Owww!!" he cried letting go of her hair. She quickly ran away. Fucking maniac she thought, rubbing her now painful scalp. That's when she remembered her open hair and quickly pulled it up into a bun once more. Then checking herself all over to make sure there were no lingering signs of her recent adventure, she went inside.
