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My Story (Part 9)
"I had been thinking about you a lot!" He said as we walked side by side
along the concrete paths that
crisscross the 'Lily Pool' park by the 'Lake'. When I was a kid, it used to
be a nice park -- complete
with small animals and birds. Bureaucracy and corruption in the municipality
did it in. Now all that
remained were a few run-down gazeboes and the man-made stream that wound its
way around and
through the park. I had not been there in several years and the obvious
signs of neglect all around me
were making me sad ...
"Oh! ..." That's all I said in return --- I think. I was preoccupied, trying
to reconcile my childhood
memories with the dilapidation around me. Debi and Ajit were several steps
in front of us ... hand in
hand walking towards the exit. We had to leave before six.
"Did you hear what I just said?" Dipankar stopped and said -- in English.
The keenness in his voice
drew my attention. I suddenly became aware of myself.
"Yeah; and pray why?" I inquired softly, in English -- and felt blood
rushing to my cheeks as my own
affected infections echoed in my head. I have never been bashful; but as a
Bengali girl of eighteen I
had to be a little demure -- in spite of myself. Truth be told, I had
dreams -- some of them rather
fervent -- that involved him. I guess it was to be expected, what with all
the raunchy fantasies that
Debi and I shared. And, did I mention that Dipankar was terribly handsome?
"Why? Don't you look at yourself in the mirror?" He craned his head down a
little and almost
whispered back.
"I do; but what's that got to do with anything?" I wasn't giving up being
coy.
"Sharmi, I know we have not talked a whole lot, but I haven't had a good
night's sleep since I met
you..." He said.
"Well, Valium or good solid exercise ..." I liked what I was doing, "You
need to make sure that your
parasympathetic system does not overwhelm you." I wanted to be flippant too.
"Huh?!" The Engineer looked at me with bewilderment.
"Never mind," I said.
"So... ? Whad'ya have to say?" Dipankar insisted -- in American.
"O... I don't know ..." I still wouldn't give in. For the first time I
caught a fish and I wanted to play
with it -- even at the risk of being thrown overboard. I started walking
again. We caught up with Ajit
and Debi and the conversation did not proceed any further that evening.
Dipankar's parents had, by then, bought a flat near the Lake and he stayed
there whenever
he visited Calcutta. Ajit's elder brother had gotten married and there
weren't enough room at the old
house. The four of us walked and talked heading towards Gariahat. The
leisurely stroll with
Dipankar made me feel happy. The crowd of shoppers, teeming through the
congested hub of South
Calcutta, provided perfect excuse for Dipankar's seemingly inadvertent
brushes against my body. A
few times, as he took up position behind me in the sluggish sea of people, I
was delightedly made
aware of his obvious affection for me. The short but slow stretch between
Gol Park and Gariahat
'mercado' -- a claustrophobe's nightmare -- seemed too short as we reached
the crazy intersection of
Rashbehari Avenue. I never imagined that I would like to go back into that
stifling crowd in a muggy
evening, but that was exactly what I wanted to do ... just to be in that
physical proximity with my
Apollo! But as luck would have it, my ride home -- the infernal 'Number 2'
-- pulled up almost
empty. Well, as empty as would preempt any suggestion of waiting for the
next one. The woman in
me, not willing to betray my feelings, 'eagerly' boarded the bus. I even
found a seat by the window. As
I looked out, all three raised their hands and waved. They were going back
to Dipankar's place.
I could not fall asleep easily that night. I was thinking of Dipankar. Was
I in love? I had
never thought about it this seriously before. He had been a part of my
fantasies all along ... but that
evening changed something. With the first meaningful conversation, he had
let me know about his
feelings for me; and I -- although elated and flattered -- did not know how
to react. I knew I was
attracted to him; and that it was different from the attraction I felt for
Ajit. I wanted Dipankar to be
part of our sexual escapades but at the same time I wanted to be absolutely
alone with him. As my
thought turned towards sex, I felt the familiar stir in my stomach that
gradually spread through my
body. I took my hand to my legs and stroked -- gently -- around the opening
of my sex. I wondered
how Ajit's American cousin would feel if he knew about Debi and me. I
wondered if the two cousins
still exchanged pleasures. I decided it was time I listened to my body; and
I found myself imagining
Dipankar's naked form.
I got up from the bed and retrieved the thick candle that I used to keep
hidden away in my
desk drawer. It wasn't easy saving one, for the frequent 'load-shedding' by
the Calcutta Electric
Supply generally made it impossible to have enough candles around. The one
that I had was of the
thick kind -- and Debi thought that it was about the same girth as the one
between Ajit's legs. That
night, though, it stood in for Dipankar's ...
The cold wax was just there to fill up my wet cave. I felt the soft muscles
inside me
gripping it in spasms as I massaged my breasts under my night-shirt, my
hands transforming
themselves into Dipankar's. With every spark shooting out from my hard
nipples, the candle was
being pushed out by the contractions of my slippery cunt. I held my thighs
together -- and the 'cock' in
place. I enjoyed my fantasy of being pleasured by Dipankar's manhood (which,
I was confident,
would be warmer and match his comeliness).
"Aaaahhh ... Dipankar ... do me ... put your thick hard cock inside me ...
yessss ... Dipankar ... do me
... fuck ... fuck .... fuck me ... hard ... screw me .... " I whispered his
name and moaned my raunchy
profanities over and over again till I felt my stomach muscles tighten in
preparation for the final
delight. I squeezed both my taut nipples hard between my fingers and --
even as my cunt started its
convulsions -- I pressed my thighs tight together to hold the candle in
place, half buried in the deep
recess of my womanhood.
"Aaaaannnngh......." I climaxed ... blissfully ...
I was blushing by myself in the shower the morning after. A strange feeling
had engulfed
me since the solo of the night before ... albeit complete with Dipankar's
shadowy presence. I wanted
to see him badly ... his handsome face and his beautiful body a constant
source of arousal for me.
* * *
We sat in the movie theater, his hand in mine. My heart pounded as I tried
to concentrate
on the film playing on the screen. I don't even remember its name! All
four of us had decided -- on
the spur of the moment -- to catch a movie and Debi suggested the film. All
I recollect is that it was
one of those run-of-the-mill movies from Bombay. It had titillating scenes
aplenty -- enough to earn it
a solid 'A' rating.
After a while, I adjusted myself leaning ever so slightly towards him ...
the side of my
supple breast denting against his arm. I could almost feel him tense up at
the feel; and then he relaxed.
I looked in his direction and found him looking at me. A thrill overcame my
senses and I took his
hand, brought it up to my lips and gently planted a kiss on his palm. I
could feel him shudder ...
The two weeks leading up to that evening had brought us to a point where
each of us
knew where we stood with each other. Nothing singular was ever verbalized in
any form ... yet I
knew that he knew that I knew that he knew! (Well ... I always wanted to
write that down and see
how that sounded; and now that I've done it, I must say that I couldn't have
expressed it better. But I'll
try and refrain from repeating this.)
Debi was truly happy about it. Since we four were almost always together,
it was quite
obvious -- the mutual pull between Dipu and me, I mean -- to the other two.
One night, as Debi and I
lay in each other's arms in my room, she mused about him and me and got all
worked up just talking
about a still hypothetical night of amorous lovemaking between us.
"You sure you are not ... ?" I had had to interject.
"Don't be stupid Sharmi ..." She had pinched my butt and added, "Ajit is far
better looking ..."
"No way ... Dipu is like a Greek God" I had laughed.
"Seriously ... I get wet just imagining you two together" Debi had said, "Do
you think I can join in
...?"
"Oh yeah? And what about Ajit?"
"Sure ... he can join too ..." with that we both of us had laughed ---
nervously.
Strange, how a fantasy that Debi and I shared as a part of our lovemaking
could sound so
scandalous now. Scandalous -- but no less stimulating. Talking about the
ignominiously delicious
prospects, we had made the most of our excitement that night.
... Following the lead from my unexpected kiss on his palm, Dipankar put
his arm over
and around my shoulder and let the hand rest on the slope of my breast --
the 'aanchal' of my saari the
only barrier between his beautiful fingers and my skin. I froze, every
muscle in my body flexing at
once; and, at that instant, I wished I had worn my saari in reverse and not
in the usual Bengali way. I
still melted -- my earlobes felt like they were on fire. I did not move for
several minutes -- uncertain
about any signal I might give out that would cause him to withdraw his arm.
I looked at Debi from the corner of my eyes, and I found her head slightly
turned toward
me; and, in the light reflecting off the silver screen, I detected a
familiar twinkle in her eyes. I turned
my head in her direction slightly and smiled and she smiled back her
approval at me. I am not sure if
I was waiting for a direction from my cousin, but my body relaxed instantly.
From the way his hand rested on me, I gathered he was tense too. Having
overcome my
initial awkwardness, I let my hand slip from the armrest and onto his lap,
bringing it to rest on his
thigh. Dipankar let out a gentle sigh and, without moving his gaze, let his
hand loose on my breast.
I slowly moved my hand further to where his fly was and rested it on the
obvious bulge.
This time his breathing became audible. He traced circles with his fingers
on the slope of my breast. I
looked at him and marveled at his sharp handsome profile. He detected my
stare and a sanguine smile
broke out on his face. Letting its weight go on his lap, I moved my hand
very very gently up and
down along the length of bulge. It throbbed.
So did my heart and my womanhood. I squeezed my thighs and a shiver ran up
my
stomach, and to my already taut nipples. I thought Dipankar felt it too, for
he momentarily became
bold and placed his hand directly over my breast -- cupping the soft mound
with his palm. Through
the saari, through the thin fabric of my blouse, through my bra -- I could
feel the warmth of his hand.
My nipples ached to be freed -- and to be touched. Dastardly, I wished Debi
could put her hand
between my legs and relieve me of my arousal. I could not bring myself to
induce the person beside
me -- who had engendered my arousal -- to do anything about it; nor did I do
anything to relieve the
pressure I had helped build up between his legs. For the rest of the time in
the darkened cinema,
Dipankar's hand played on the slope of one of my breasts with ever so light
a touch, while I let his
member throb under my fingers -- the thick fabric of his pants seemingly
straining at the seams.
When it was time to leave the theater, I was shivering from the unresolved
excitement.
My body ached from the strain of having to be at the dizzying height for so
long. I looked at Debi and
she immediately recognized the look on my face.
"What?" She inquired under her breath, "Did you guys .... ?"
"No!" I whispered back, out of the earshot of Ajit and Dipankar who were
walking out through the
gate ahead of us. "I'll tell you later." What I felt comfortable talking
about in Ajit's presence,
somehow was out of the question in his cousin's company -- despite the
emotional nearness that had
developed between us.
I myself couldn't fathom my shyness. The mere thought of Dipankar made me
horny; yet I
could not take the initiative! I knew that if I had given the slightest "go
ahead", his hand would have
been inside my blouse the next instant -- but my Bengali prudence made me
bashful. 'Maybe I'm just
too grown up!' I thought to myself.
The four of us sat down at a nearby tea shop and had tea and egg-toast.
Amidst the
constant noise of automobiles and the acrid exhausts that seemed to blanket
the sidewalk, I suddenly
realised I was hungry! As I savored the spicy egg-toast and sipped at the
hot brown concoction, I
reflected on the evening's advances. While a part in me wanted to pull the
rein back, the libidinous me
was feeling disappointed for not having gone at least as far as Debi and
Ajit went routinely in
darkened theaters. I was feeling an emptiness at the possibility that such
an opportunity might not
present itself anytime soon.
Dipankar was to leave in a couple of days and the three of them talked
about his next
visit. I demurely concentrated on my tea. I heard him say something like, "I
would if I'm wanted here
..." or something very cliche like that. Debi was more forthright and said,
"We will be looking
forward to your next visit, and that includes Sharmila, I'm sure."
"Sure. So when is your next visit?" I heard myself saying almost
matter-of-factly; and the next instant
I could have killed myself for not even trying to be a bit more romantic.
"When?" Dipankar tried to fathom me, I am sure, "Oh ... I don't know, maybe
next summer again."
He must have been perplexed beyond his wits; especially after the light
intimacy at the movie.
"Why are you acting as if you didn't care?" Debi said with a slight hint of
irritation in her voice.
"But I do ... I do... and Dipu knows it too; don't you?" I smiled at him. We
looked into each other's
eyes and a lot was said at that instant. I knew that he would be back sooner
than the next summer;
and my body had already started to react in anticipation.
+++++++++ (End Part 9)
(To be Continued).
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