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WARNING: Do not proceed beyond this "warning" if you are
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My Story (Part 8)
My jealousy notwithstanding, the three of us drew closer as days went by
and
became more and more daring. I was living a heady life which, by no means,
could be
classified as staid. I took sex as an essential part of my existence that I
enjoyed
extraordinarily. More I loved more I wanted to be one with the object of my
love; and Debi
was that person in my life.
I had a purely sexual interest in Ajit, but that part of me was carefully
guarded
from Debi, lest I should offend her. I was mature enough to conceive that
fantasies
whispered during sex often are just that. Ajit's presence made my juices
flow; yet I did not
feel that I had to have him. So far as friendship went, I regarded him as
close as any; and I
think he felt the same way. That is not to say that he ever failed to steal
a glance in my
direction -- especially when I wore slightly revealing clothes. I have
caught him off guard
staring at the cleavage of my breasts. I have wondered about it. At the risk
of sounding
conceited, I must admit that people find me worth a second look; but, Debi
has had a far
better figure, with ample yet firm breasts. Her shapely waist curved down to
the most perfect
derriere I have ever seen. At five-five she had the right fullness that
would rival that of any
centerfold. So, Ajit's stares obviously flattered me. My breasts have a
wider valley between
them, and that -- I guess -- makes them sort of mysterious to some men; or
so I have learnt. I
had a much more flat stomach in my teenage years that accentuated the
firmness of my
shapely breasts. Saree really looked good on me and I knew it. So, I would
occasionally
remember to dress rather provocatively with sleeve-less blouses that showed
the gradual
slope of my full breasts and the valley between them -- if I chose to.
Apparently, that had a
dual outcome: It turned Debi on too. She has rarely -- even in public --
been able to hide her
desire to be close to me when I dress that way.
It was a breezy evening in late April that I found myself strolling down
the
Hooghly river with the two of them. We were talking about a lot of things,
ranging from
academics to politics and politics to entertainment. In a natural
progression the subject
turned to sex while dwelling on films. Ajit started describing this South
Indian film that he
had been to with a few of his classmates. The film was about a village boy
falling madly in
love with a older women in her thirties. From what he was describing, a lot
of steamy scenes
had escaped the scissors. Listening to Ajit describe the scene where the boy
(presumably)
masturbates while spying on the object of his infatuation while she is
(presumably) indulging
herself in the shower and then getting caught by her -- only to be drawn
inside the bathroom
for her own pleasure (presumably) -- I became a little aroused. I could feel
the lips between
my legs swelling and parting. As we walked side by side I imagined the
entire scene where
the boy has his wish come true in the woman's bathroom. I pictured the woman
kneeling in
front of the boy, his adolescent cock standing up in front of him ... inches
from her eager
mouth. Snippets of such shots fleeted past in my imaginative brain; and I
wished Debi and I
had accompanied him to that movie -- I wanted to do it with them while
watching the movie
in the darkened theater.
By the time we reached a nice spot by the river, where we could sit down on
a
clean bench, we had walked about three miles along the bank; and with the
slow pace of our
stroll, I had been rubbing my clitoris between my thighs with every step. I
felt the juice
trickling down my inner thighs. If I wished I could have probably come that
way -- while
walking beside them and listening to Ajit's watered-down account of the
movie -- but I did
not. (I really do not remember if I was unaware of the potential or simply
did not want to do
it that way; but, assuredly, you that it is easily achieved!)
We sat down on a bench under the huge tree. The bench was surprisingly
clean,
despite being under the tree. It was already quite dark and Debi sat close
to Ajit ... 'almost on
his lap,' I thought to myself. She, I'm sure, was also no less aroused by
the story she was
listening to. I could not see her face clearly but could make out her
glistening eyes. I wasn't
sure what would happen next, but my heart was pounding and my cunt was
throbbing.
"So, why didn't you take me to see the movie?" Debi demanded, with one of
her hands
resting palm down on the bulge on his lap.
"Debi, I went the guys without any plan." Ajit said. He and of his buddies
from the Zoology
went out to this theatre to something else; the film was no longer playing
and they ended up
seeing this one -- he explained.
"Alright; but what did you guys do in the theatre?" Debi's risque query told
me that she was
aroused.
"NOTHING!!" Ajit said quite emphatically and, looking at her with a smile,
added "God!
Debi ... what will Sharmi think?" That was a redundant comment, for Sharmi
and the two
had had exchanged raunchier words between them. It was, of course, part of
that intimacy.
"It's pretty late, maybe we should head back" Debi said quite abruptly.
"Umm... sure ..." Ajit nodded in agreement, "But let's enjoy the breeze for
a while."
"OK..." Debi looked in my direction and added, "We'd have to walk back to
the bus-stop"
Talk about a let down! Here I was, horny and dripping, and the two of them
were
trying to behave cool as cucumbers. I could sit there and finger myself to a
good orgasm
within a few minutes! My brain was about to explode inside my skull.
"Dipankar is going to be here sometime next month" Ajit said looking
straight ahead at the
flowing water. Did I detect a hint of excitement in his voice?
"Really!" Debi sounded interested.
God! what was I thinking? Did I expect Ajit and Debi to engage in wild sex
right there on the bench and invite me in their frolic? After the breeze had
cooled me down a
bit, I almost laughed out loud in embarrassment at my unexpressed thoughts.
"Yeah... let's start back" I forced myself to agree ... and squeezed my
thighs together, as if to
stifle a bawl from my unruly and disappointed cunt.
For the next five or ten minutes, we talked about other things and about
Dipankar and then headed back to where the buses would stop. We boarded the
first bus that
came along. From there all went to the Esplanade. It was quite empty and
Debi and I sat
down on the small seat by the gate. Ajit stood in front of us. That stretch
of the ride being a
short one, I guess he wanted to be closer to us. I glanced at his fly and
noticed the distinct
bulge. I looked at Debi and found her looking in that general direction. She
looked at me,
winked with a naughty smile, and gave my hand a squeeze. My love canal
started throbbing
again.
"Are you two hot?" Ajit threw the double-edged query at us. It was almost
May, after all,
and it was humid and hot. Looking up at him, I saw the glitter in his eyes
and the all too
familiar impish grin exposing the crowns of his perfect teeth. He had
realised the dubious
nature of his question.
"What do you think?" I smiled back at him.
"Well ... you are sweating ..." Ajit winked at me.
"So I am, Ajit," I said. Then looking at Debi I asked, "So... Debi... What
is he going to do
about it ....?"
"I don't know ... why don't you ask him!" Debi said.
There wasn't anybody near us and the bus made enough sound to muffle our
low-pitched
conversations. Yet, a middle-aged lady sitting across from us gave me a
dirty look. I guess,
she had a better hearing than most.
"Well, do you carry a fan or something with you?" I looked at his fly and
asked. Something
in me that evening made me more risque than usual --- and I couldn't care
less what the
fellow passengers thought.
"I do ... but ... Debi needs the fan..." Ajit stooped down and whispered
between our ears.
Well ... our boldness had advanced to a point where almost anything went in
our
conversations. Sometimes Ajit would steer our conversation in that general
direction from
where he could be more explicit with us. I had the distinct feeling that the
openness was
more for my benefit. I did not mind -- and nor did Debi. We gathered our
fodder for wild
fantasies from what Ajit would say. It was a strange thing ... now that I
look back!
I said 'bye' to them and boarded the 2B that was about to depart from the
Dharmatala stop. It was nine already and it was another thirty-minute ride
home. The bus
was almost empty the rest of the way. A petit girl, of about my age, sat
across from me and
we exchanged smiles. She was beautiful with her big eyes and a perfect pair
of lips that
reminded me of the medieval sculptures. Her hair, made up in a single braid,
was lying on
her front -- along the contour of her rather full breasts. I couldn't help
but stare at her
mesmerizing beauty. She obviously felt embarrassed; for she smiled an
awkward smile again
and crossing over to where I was sitting. She tried to make light of the
situation by sitting
down beside me and striking a conversation.
"Are you going all the way?" She asked with a shy smile. 'Was everybody
talking in riddles
tonight!' I remember wondering. I had to engage a mental brake to keep me
from
scandalizing my companion.
"Er ... no ... and you?" I replied. "I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable,
but you are
beautiful." I added. Now, it is not at all unusual for one woman to
complement another this
way and, let me assure you in no uncertain terms that, it does not carry any
other
connotation. She blushed.
"So are you," she said, "my name is Jayati." (Well, of course I don't
remember her name. I
am having to make one up.)
"I am Sharmila" I said. "Where do you live?"
"I live in Ballygunj ... but I am now going to my aunt's place in
Manicktala; I'll spend the
night there with my cousin. We will be going on a trip to Digha early
morning tomorrow."
"You'll have to take the bus from the Esplanade, I suppose?" I carried on.
"Right. I wish there was a train," she said, "I hate long bus rides."
"So do I." I empathized and looked at her eyes.
She helped me divert my attention away from the urgency between my legs. I
enjoyed a pleasant ride with her for the next fifteen minutes before she got
down at her stop.
I looked at her as she waived a short good-bye standing at the stop. She
reminded me of
myself and I could not get her face out of my mind. More I thought about
her, more her
Eloraic beauty captured my imagination; and soon I found myself fantasizing.
When I reached home, I could feel the crotch of my panties soaked through
again. I rushed upstairs and into the bathroom with my head filled with the
memory of the
mild yet intoxicating scent that had drifted from her and into my nostrils.
I could hear Ma
calling after me for supper even as I was closing the door shut behind me;
but I had to relieve
the pressure that had been building up in my bladder for the last hour.
I lay in my bed naked. The elaborate shower before the supper had done
little
except heighten my arousal. Throughout, I kept thinking about my fellow
passenger and her
exquisite beauty. I had touched myself under the shower teasingly, knowing
that I was going
to reward myself later in my bed. And now I was doing just that. The silence
of the warm
and humid night around me was only broken by the monotonous hum of the
ceiling fan
cooling my naked body.
As I caressed my hard nipples between my fingers, I imagined that 'Jayati',
my
beautiful fleeting acquaintance, was lying on top of me -- kissing me with
her full shapely
lips. My nipples were brushing against hers and sending sparks through my
body while she
rubbed my clitoris with the palm of her soft hand.
I felt her tongue inside my juice-filled cunt as my own two fingers
traveled in and
out in a deliberate phallic motion. She was lapping me up hungrily ---- and
I was obliging
her, quenching her thirst for me. Her long jade-black hair flowed freely on
the flat of my
stomach, shielding my sex while she feasted. I felt her soft cheek brush
against my inner
thighs as she moved her head up and down -- side to side. I felt the wet
spot, where the
roundness of my buttocks met the sheet, expanding. Her mouth made slurping
sounds at my
dripping cunt, as she spread my lips down there with her own soft, shapely
lips, while driving
her tongue deep -- twisting it to lick my inside ...
"Nnnnnnggggggh...." I moaned in delight. "Lick me ... yesssss ... yessss ...
eat my cunt ... eat
it ... goooood ... uh ... uh ... uhhhhhhhhhhnggggggg ..." My supine naked
form writhing in
ecstasy, I came in her beautiful mouth ... my own tongue darting out and
finding her clit ....
I drifted off after the short but intense sex ... I dreamt of Debi and
Ajit, lying
naked by the river -- with me eating them in turns ... while a beautiful
girl, with dark flowing
hair, Eloraic lips and a smile that would melt any rock, straddled their
faces ....
I could not remember her name in my dream.
++++++++++++++ (End Part 8)
(To be Continued)
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