I slumped onto the sofa as soon as I entered. Leena opened the door half asleep, disturbed from her siesta, unbothered to latch the main door. She left it to me to decide, walking back like a somnambulist patient to resume her half-done business.
“Leena… Lee… ice water please.” I was thirsty, not just for water. I think only then did she turn, open her eyes, and see me properly.
I groaned. The cushion was never this uncomfortable before.
She was frozen and didn’t fail to notice my saree — still messy. Wrinkled fabric. Clumsy pleats. Not my style. She knew it well, how elegantly I used to drape it.
“Maya!” She called me with a concerned stare. I saw my mother in her eyes for a split second. The only difference: the dosa spatula was missing in her hand. Obviously, I knew the reason why. Because I looked like prey that had escaped a predator. She had every right to imagine wilder things, including an attempted assault on me.
She asked what I thought she would. “Are you okay? You look like some guy had…” She held my hand with hesitation, yet supportive.
“No!” I said, a little loud and assuring. “No one can do that to me!” I guessed her worst possible fear, what could happen to a girl in India. I continued, “Been to Sam’s place to return his pyjamas.”
“Like this?” She glanced head to toe.
“Come on, Lee. Listen to me. Pyjamas — just an excuse. You knew why I was after him. I was drenched in sweat like a classy girl in a saree who had taken a hot sauna bath by the time I reached his house.”
“You would have looked…”
“Sexy… not messy,” I finished it for her. “Sam could not swallow. It was hard for him to see me like that.”
“Hard on for him,” Leena added.
“Shut up!”
“Tell me one thing, Maya,” Leena leaned closer. “What was your plan?”
“Some unfinished business from our Lonavala trip.”
“Did you finish it?”
“Finish? I collapsed there. Right on the floor. Due to summer’s heat.”
“Like, fainted? Fuck, Maya! I don’t buy this.”
“I faked… for… you knew me.” Maya winked at Leena.
“That crack Sam believed?”
“More than believing. Especially when I gasped for breath and blabbered. Complaining about heat, summer, and went limp. He went into panic mode, Lee. Overacting more than me. He tried shaking me, calling my name… I moved no muscle except for faint breathing.”
“Then?” Leena sank into my narration.
“CPR!” I licked my lips.
“So he kissed you? The French one?”
I skipped answering it. “He went for my breasts. To ensure my heart was beating. It was thudding like drumrolls. But that jackass acted oversmart like I was in a coma.” I paused and continued, “He muttered something about the internet and started loosening my clothes. Starting with my blouse.”
“What!”
“A first aid, he called it. He popped the hooks of my blouse and opened it like banana peels. He did the same to the rest of my clothes.”
“Nude?”
I punched Leena playfully. “Don’t kill the flow.”
“I stayed still until he brought the ice,” I continued, watching Leena’s pupils, her eyelids unfluttered. She was not interrupting this time. “He rubbed it over my chest, my stomach… and then right… there.” I took my hands to my pubic mound over my saree. “You know, he pressed the wrong button too early. Right on the spot. I couldn’t help it. So I moaned.”
“Aah…” Leena mocked me. I ignored.
“I could not pretend anymore as a comatose person. I faked a tired ‘woke up’ and feigned confusion.”
“The classic, ‘Oh my God! Where am I? Who are you?’ Don’t you?” Leena asked.
“Not that much drama queen. I pulled whatever part of the saree I could grab and covered my modesty like a Sanskari (orthodox) desi girl.”
“Sanskari… you?”
“At least to the world!” I answered her and continued the story. “I asked for something to drink. Then he brought mango juice only to spill it all over me in a panic. It was a mess, Lee. Sticky and sweet. Imagine wearing a single layer of sheer clothing and someone pouring liquid on it!”
“Mango on your mangoes?” Leena giggled, a bit hysterically.
“Mangoes. Exactly. That’s what I called them when he tried to wipe it, but his hands just ended up… squeezing. Massaging. My boobs.”
“Mangoes!” Leena laughed again, clapping hands.
“Come on! Listen. Then, he confessed. Finally. That he always wanted me.” I blushed.
“Did you accept and confess your feelings for him, Maya?”
“I did with a kiss. Lip locking him.” I got lost in thought, closing my eyes.
“Ooo… Finish your story and go back to your dream world.” Leena shook me.
“Hmmm.” I opened my eyes and continued. “His lips travelled, explored everywhere and ended up in my delicate folds.”
Leena swallowed hard. I could even hear it. She looked down at her lap. She barely whispered, “But… how? How can someone… taste there? I mean… with lips down there? Isn’t it… hairy and messy? Or weird?”
I stared at her for a second. Like a pastor who knew everyone’s confessions. Seriously, Lee? Messy? You’re the one who mastered that ‘Hidden Flame’ move on me, and now you’re asking me how it works? I almost uttered my thoughts.
I wanted to laugh in her face. But I liked the way she was playing the shy, naïve girl. It was actually kind of thrilling to taste your own flavour. She was playing my game with me.
“Come on, Leena! Don’t you love it? Will you stop it if someone goes down there on you? Imagine the tongue dancing salsa in your velvet valley,” I said softly, my voice teasing.
She did not reply and skipped on. “And his… his thing? Did you return the favour?”
“It was perfect. I told you earlier, isn’t it? That night I saw it roughly. Now I felt every inch of his thing first in my hand, then…” I paused. I grabbed her hand, unfolding her fist. I traced the length from her wrist to the tips of her fingers, then added an extra finger at the end. “This long.”
“That’s seven to eight inches.”
“Maybe. So I couldn’t take it full in my mouth.”
“Wait a minute… mouth?”
“Big deal? Returning the favour, Lee. It was mutual. A 69.”
“69?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what a 69 is.”
“Where?”
“Right there in the living room.”
“How could you do it in broad daylight?”
“IDK how I’ve gone that wild and bold. But I did what I did. I was ready to take all of him. Finish the business.”
“I can’t believe it, Maya.”
“How long should I tease him, Lee? I did not plan for the finale. But I did not want to miss what was in my grab. I was straddling him, Lee. In reverse. I could not face him and take him inside me. Not in the broad daylight.”
“Yes. Sanskari. I must buy that.”
“Come on, Leena. I do show off. I have done it. But I always ensured it was unintentional. I don’t want a slut label.”
“You’re not. Not after every boy.”
“Exactly. I wanted Sam, so I did everything. Keeping my Sanskari image intact.”
“Get back to the story,” she pressed this time.
“Fine. Then, I could feel the heat of his thing. Pulsating right against my… you know. That first stretch, letting it find its way inside. It makes us feel some void in us being filled with substance. Like you’re finally being plugged into a socket. An empowerment for every nerve and sensation that always feels new.”
Leena could feel my words physically and mentally. Maybe dreaming about herself in my place. “Was it… did it hurt?” she asked with a blend of curiosity and arousal in her voice, stammering for the right words. “The first time… was it painful?”
I let out a long, jagged breath. “I don’t know, Lee. Because the second I was ready to sink down. Finish it. The end game of my prolonged longing… the fucking doorbell rang. Jignesh! A goddamn comedy skit.”
“No! No! You’re kidding.”
“Seriously, Lee. He did.”
“Party pooper stopped a cherry popping!” Leena laughed, trying to rub it off.
“Not funny!” I glared at her.
“Hey. Be cool. Just a…” She stopped justifying, switched. “So, how did you manage?”
“We scrambled,” I said, shaking my head. “It was a mess. I was a mess. Nude on top of a nude male. Positioning his thing in my intimate zone. I just jumped to pick my petticoat, and I was wrapping the saree around like a blanket. To our luck, the door was locked. He took time to realize the spare key was misplaced outside. So we managed to look somewhat normal by the time he entered. But God… I was a disaster. I actually skipped my bra, dropping it there in the same bag I took his pyjamas to return.”
“Didn’t he doubt? Anyway, don’t go back there again for your bra. Jignesh would have known by now.”
“Sam would not speak a word. They are not close like us,” I said.
“Maya, you literally smell like sex even now. It’s all over you. The sweat, the male’s musk… it’s blatant. Jignesh can easily guess.”
I froze. My heart skipped a beat. Nervous. Though Jignesh had looked at me nude, it had all happened when I was unconscious, at least in his belief. I looked down at my crumpled saree. “Wait… seriously, Lee? I hate Jigs. You mean he could have pictured what we were doing?”
“If he’s ever been with a girl in his life, yes! He knew the second he walked into that room,” Leena said with unusual confidence.
The devil’s advocate inside me argued back. Look at her. Miss Innocent suddenly knows how a room smells after a fuck!
But I asked Leena directly. “Oh? And how do you know so much about how sex smells, Lee?”
Leena’s face went from pale to the shade of red velvet cake. She fumbled with the cushion, her confidence gone bare and helpless.
“I… I don’t! Maya. How do I? I’m just saying it based on…” She stammered. “On what I heard. Also, you just told me! The way you described it… I’m just using my brain, Maya. I am not an idiot just because I am inexperienced in this…”
“Sex!” I finished it for her. Usually people speak long and explain too much when something is fishy on their side.
She stood up abruptly. Started walking to her room. “Anyway, I… I forgot I have to… I need to call my mum. Better luck next time completing your half-done business.” She hurried.
My inner voice laughed at her. Nice try!
“Sure, Lee. But don’t tell your mum that I almost fucked a guy,” I smirked.
She did not answer. Not bothered to. She was already gone into her room and shut the door. A little too quickly to dodge my questions. I heard the lock click. Maybe ajar. I didn’t care.
I was too drained to tease her further. Sam sucked the energy out of my pussy, I guessed like a moron, and laughed at myself. Shy. Unusual for me. The rush from his place slowly started ebbing away.
I needed something else. A good rest.
I felt a heavy, dull ache in my thighs. My brain felt like mush.
Fuck the bed! I listened to my side B, my inner voice.
Then I just stretched out right there on the sofa. Hugged a throw pillow to my chest. I slept like a log, unbound by time. Siesta became a slumber sleep. When I opened my eyes, it was already midnight.
I was hungry.
I had the leverage to wake up my cook, Leena, anytime. So I walked, dragged myself to her room.
Time for Another Confession
Leena’s door was ajar, just a crack. I leaned in, my heart doing a slow, heavy thud as I heard her moans. In the dim streetlight’s glow, I could see her thighs lifted high. She was trying to bend her back like a curl, leaning forward. Trying to reach her belly. Maybe below there.
What the fuck! I thought. God, Lee. You are not a gymnast.
She was wobbling, desperate to reach her own folds. I could not see the intricate details, but her dim-lit silhouette said it, obviously. The damn door. I placed my palm on it for support, subconsciously. It creaked.
She nearly slipped off the mattress. A panicked gasp. She was not nude, just a t-shirt and naked below the navel. Panting. She snapped up, as if she saw a ghost at her door. Probably she also saw me as a silhouette. A devil in black saree with messy open hair.
Then, upon realizing it was me, she scrambled. Grabbing a book from the night stand, she flipped it open upside down, pretending to read. I knew the text would all look Greek and Latin upside down. I had no idea when I forgot that I actually walked into her room to ask for food. I was hungry. Not anymore. My hunger craved for something else after seeing her half naked.
You have some unfinished business with Leena too, my side-B urged me.
“Mind if I sleep here tonight, Lee?” I stepped in. I did not wait for her reply. Pretending I did not see anything. I was good at it, you know.
She just gave a jerky nod, gasping. I slid under the blanket without warning. I could feel it. The heat. Coming off her. The bodily warmth. Good for cold nights of Mumbai. Not touching her skin to skin yet.
She remained still. A thief playing statue to avoid getting caught!
I moved slowly and placed my palm casually on her left collarbone, lying on my side. Her heart. I felt it pounding. A trapped bird flapping wings beneath her breast, just inches below my palm.
We did not talk. Well, she could not. I knew it.
I slid my hand on the slope of her left boob. She did not stop me. Had her eyes closed already. I cupped it with my palm, gently, like holding a rabbit. Soft as one. Spongy. Her nipples poked, announcing their presence.
I wanted to massage her. But I had some other plans. My lust-driven brain already gave me the blueprint of what’s next.
I shifted and rested my hand on her torso. She jolted like I had sparked a dangerous wire. Her belly was bare. Squeezy, like a soft teddy. My pinky played with her navel. Circled around, explored its depth. I could feel her breath heavy. For the first time, the bossy Leena was being docile.
I slid my leg over hers, acting “comforting,” but then I felt it. I anticipated it. Her bare skin. Thighs with sparse hair she always refused to remove.
“Hey!” I registered my surprise, running my toes from her soles to her knees, then continued with my knees gliding up to her pubic mound. I hit the thorny area. Recently regrown pubic hair. Hence, proved. She was stark naked below the waist.
Time for her to open her mouth. Long speech to validate her state.
“I… I took the pants off as I wanted to pee… and you walked in…” she whispered. Lied. Struggled to cook up further. She tried to pull away, but I held her from getting up, draping her leg with mine.
“I saw you, Leena,” I said with a lazy smile, cuddling her.
“What did you… see… I was actually—”
Before she could complete it, I did it.
I placed my palm directly on her soft mound. My fingers landed right where her labia parted. The friction of the regrown stubble was electric. This particular zone was warmer than her other parts of the body. I felt the pubic hair with the back of my fingers, her pussy prickling against my soft touch.
She arched, a low, helpless moan escaping before she could stop it.
God, that sound. Authentic. Only a girl who has never felt anything real can moan like that.
I met her eyes in the dark. She closed them immediately. My smile faded into something hungrier.
“So…” I whispered. “You were trying to reach there with your own tongue? Tell me.”
Leena refused to answer, and her eyes remained silent as well. Something must have hit her. No idea. Defiance? Maybe.
“What’s wrong?” she snapped, taking my hand off her pubic mound. “I wanted to know how it feels. You can’t understand me, Maya. You don’t know my feelings.” She used brute force to break my contact with her body.
She tried to scramble out, but I caught her wrist. My grip was iron. I knew well that I could not overpower her. But she did not go rude.
I softened my grip. She did not leave or break the hold. I clasped her palm between both of mine. Assuring trust, I said, “I understand your needs more than anyone, Leena. Even you don’t know.”
She sat on the bed, somewhat ready to come out of her embarrassing state. She sat half nude next to me. But spoke nothing.
“You have no idea what actually happened between us in Lonavala, Leena. Do you?” I asked.
She froze. “What happened?”
“You did things, Lee. Believing it was a dream.”
“What dream?” She was bad at acting.
“The dream you said. Intimate one. You did it for real. Inebriated. Not dreaming. You did whatever you craved for. Craving for.” I paused for her to speak up.
She didn’t.
“But I lived it. Sam was not the first one to explore me down there with a tongue. It was you!” Again, I waited for her to utter a word, looking into her eyes. There was guilt. There was love. There was shyness. There was embarrassment. Everything. Her silence conveyed it all, what her words would fail to.
“You took me to cloud nine.” I smiled, pecking her cheek subtly.
She dropped her head down. Shyness or guilt. Whatever. I didn’t want her to feel both.
“Look, Leena. I didn’t judge you then, and I won’t now.” I took her hands. “Your hands… these very hands were all over my boobs, worshipping them. You made me feel like a Goddess of love. You are a damsel, you know. You yourself unclasped your bra. Showed me your boobs. Most beautiful ones I had ever touched. I was mesmerized. I wondered, cursed myself, how the hell I had missed them. Living with you all these years.”
I realized it was me giving a long speech then. I had something else in my mind, running. Talking to her without acting on my intention. I pressed my F5.
She finally lifted her face as I went silent. “Oh God, Maya… I can’t believe I did all those things for real!”
“You still don’t believe?”
“No.”
“What about the moles on the underside of the left breast? Would you believe me now?” I teased. “I know you are in love with me. You confessed you envied the guys getting closer to me. You got turned on seeing me. You didn’t want the ‘dream’ to remain just a dream, Lee. I can’t take a call on your love. But I can do a lot…”
“Maya, stop…” she spoke out.
“You kissed me all over. Even there. Debutant.” I laughed, trying to ease her. “You called my dense curls a ‘black forest’ and tasted it like devouring a creamy delight.”
I didn’t stop. I wanted to arouse her and continued the details from my memory, even adding my own fancies.
“Your middle finger was probing me, drowned in my juices. You called me a wild cat while I scratched your back. Do you want to see it? It wasn’t a dream, Leena.” I turned her toward the mirror, pulled up her t-shirt. “Look. The scratches are still there.”
She gasped, eyes locked on the reflection. “I couldn’t see anything in this faint light. Don’t cook up too much. It didn’t happen as you say.” She smiled. Finally.
“Is it? Didn’t you move between my thighs, awestruck? Licked me there? You made me taste my own juice on your finger. You even challenged me that you would beat any guy.”
“Did I?” she asked openly.
“You did challenge.”
“No. I mean, did I beat Sam?” She blushed in her voice.
“Well, maybe I would like to reassess the case, Leena.”
She did not answer.
“I was just kidding. I am already done for the day. Maybe it’s my turn now,” I hissed at her ears.
She stared, heart racing. “What?! What do you mean?”
“Confess!” I insisted.
“What?” She paused, then said, “Okay. I am in love with you. Enough?”
“Not that. Confess you crave for lips down there,” I pressed.
“I… actually…” She stammered.
I knew she wanted it. I kissed her lips. There was no resistance. She reciprocated my affection. My hands automatically parted her thighs. Straight to the money. Her folds flushed, wet like a lotus in the rain.
I glided my hand down. No waistband or panties to hinder me. My fingers met her velvet canal and soft lips. I traced her outer pair, spreading her with two fingers to feel each and every ridge glistening even in dim light.
My fingers traced the outline of her mound, barely skimming the soft curls. A teasing prelude for my Rom-action.
“I love how your hair has grown back,” I caressed with my voice. “This is soft, natural, perfect in its own way, Lee.”
I let my thumbs brush her outer lips, parting them slightly with my index finger. It revealed the flushed, full beauty beneath. Pink.
“And these lips…” I exhaled, my breath warm against her triangle. “No more talking with you, Leena.”
Leena whimpered, trembled, moaned with anticipation. I switched on the lights.
She closed her eyes. Shy.
I laid her on the bed and parted her legs into a V. Subtle. Gentle. I leaned closer, my face inches from her unexplored privacy. Her scent thrilled me. Rich, unique, intoxicating. I bit my lip, drank her in with my eyes. My fingers traced a slow line down the crease where her labia parted. I felt the heat of her arousal and sought its source.
“You’re dripping, baby.” I touched the drop that dribbled out.
I squeezed them with my lips. She did not expect that I would start with a nibble down there. My lips bit her lips, the vertical ones.
I stopped. A tease to see her reaction. Then I leaned in, started from square one. Slow and steady. No rush. I first kissed the inside of her thigh. Let trails of my saliva flow with my tongue. I literally drooled, leaving my trail behind like a nail inching toward the crease where thigh met mound.
My lips reached her pubic hair. I kissed her there, honouring every part of her, my breath warm against her pubic mound. It carried a different aroma. Then my mouth found the top of her pussy. She clenched my head, combed my hair. I let her speak in gestures. She guided me with pressure against her intimacy. I inhaled deeply, memorizing her scent.
My tongue slipped out, grazed her mound, drawing a soft moan from her lips. I parted her labia with slow, deliberate care.
“Aah… Maya… what are you doing?”
“This is how it starts…” I said.
“Start?”
I did not let her speak further. I increased the pace, licking her fold madly from base to top. Sweet, salty, an unexplainable pool of her wetness. This is how even I might taste like!
I paused when I found her clit. My lips closed around it like a sacred gem. I sucked gently, alternating with soft flicks of my tongue, matching its pulsating beats. Her hips jolted off the bed.
Leena whimpered. She reached for the pillow, arching her hands above, gripping it tight as if to anchor herself against the storm within. I was making a tornado, swirling my tongue inside her to the depths I could. She tried so hard not to scream. Her restraint only fuelled my desire to unravel her further.
After kissing her pussy like it was a lover I had longed for, I split her legs wider to improve my access, letting her slick folds spread beneath me. I saw her clit clear. Small, not big as mine. I fondled her with my fingers and ate her pussy for dinner.
Not too long. Leena broke soon. Reached her climax. Her body arched, thighs clamping around my head as she cried out louder. Our neighbour aunties could have heard her scream. We never minded. Would say we were watching a movie.
Her moans softened as I stopped. The moment I made an inch gap, she squirted it out.
No. She gushed.
Like a wild, unstoppable river bursting free. Hot and fierce, soaking my mouth, my chin, the sheets beneath us.
“Sorry, sorry.” She tried to get up. I stopped her, wiping my face on the blanket.
“So you squirt!” I asked, smiling.
“I don’t know, Maya…” she gasped, releasing the pillow, letting go of her prey.
“Did you ever wonder if it was real, squirting?”
“Is it so?”
She was doubtful about her intense flood from within. It was beautiful. Raw. Her body spoke an unfiltered truth of satisfaction.
We had unlocked a new door. I didn’t open it with a slow reveal. I rammed into it like a madman’s truck. Went straight to business and closed the deal. Gave her what she longed for.
I lay beside her, somewhat exhausted. Her body was still trembling.
I watched her breasts rise and fall, fondled them, sliding my hand under her t-shirt.
“Happy, Leena?”
“No words, Maya.”
I kissed her cheeks.
“Do you love me, Maya?” She kissed me back.
“Of course. If this is what love is, then I adore it,” I said. We knew we would not end up marrying, as lesbians. But we also knew we could continue this relationship and intimacy forever.
Leena’s desire fulfilled, she slept like a baby beside me. But my own desire surged, unquelled. It brought back the memory of Sam’s cock. Its hardness, pulsating veins.
I could not ignore what knocked at my door. Damn fucking doorbell. No, Jignesh! I cursed him to the core for keeping me hungry for… how long? I had no idea. But I would not stop chasing it. A closure, a climax only Sam could give it. His man thing could give it.
I slept with one last unfinished business on my to-do list.
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–(To be continued)
