My wait was over when the clock ticked 8:00 p.m. After all my prep during the day, every minute felt like chewing gum stuck under a shoe. Dragging. I checked my sling bag three times to make sure I hadn’t forgotten the pack of chocolate-flavoured condoms. I was sure I would use them tonight—God, I wanted to.
“Tensed?” Leena made me sit on the sofa.
“A little…”
“Hope Jignesh and Guru will be gone by now.”
“Yes, Lee. They’ll be shouting at the screen in the theatre. They’ll head out for booze after the movie.”
While replying to her, I imagined Sam alone at home, probably killing enemies in PUBG. He hated crowds.
“Have you informed Sam?”
“I am going to surprise him!”
I booked the cab. The ETA was in 15 minutes.
I chose cream palazzo pants and a tunic top. The pants whispered against my ankles with every step. My costume was loose enough to look innocent. The wine-red tunic was long-sleeved and had a modest neckline. In the mirror, I looked… proper. Respectable. The kind of girl who might actually be visiting a relative. I applied Velvet Bloom onto the pulse points on my neck and behind my ears.
Leena saw me off at the door with her arms crossed. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, biting gently as if she were the one about to have sex for the first time.
“All the best, Maya,” she whispered, as if I were leaving for a job interview or a competition.
“Relax. I’m just going to pick up my bra,” I winked.
“Oh… is that so?” She rolled her eyes teasingly and said, “Your cab has arrived to pick you up. Ciao.”
I took the cab. The ride felt longer. It happens when we rush into things. The traffic moved faster than the crawling time. After a long 40-minute drive, I finally reached Sam’s building.
“Round trip, Ma’am? Should I wait?” the cab driver asked.
“Not sure, you may leave.” I gave him a subtle smile.
Then I stepped out and adjusted the strap of my bag across my body. I checked my look in the shiny silver surface of the lift. My reflection stared back at me—the wine-red top with the diagonal split accentuating the shape of my breasts.
Ding. The lift reached Sam’s floor. The door opened to show the path to a new adventure. I took a left and walked like a cat; soft steps took me to his door. I could have rung the bell. My finger hovered a little longer before leaving the button. The bell might announce me like a normal visitor.
‘I’m special today. A surprise package for Sam.’
I wanted him to feel the thrill. I could not wait to see the excitement in his eyes upon seeing me.
‘I know where you keep the spare keys, Sam.’
I crouched and lifted the second shoe on the rack—there it was: the spare key. My fingers closed around the cold metal piece. That was my ‘open sesame’.
With a soft twist and click, the door opened. I took a sneak peek, holding the door ajar. It was all dark. Silence. No TV murmur. No footsteps. No voices. Jignesh was gone. I latched the main door, ensuring no intruders this time. I dropped the spare key on the sofa.
A faint smell of coffee filled my nostrils—not fresh, perhaps from an hour ago. My eyes adjusted to see things in the dim light of the night lamp. The living room was empty. Wild Stone Hydra cologne and the scent of soap announced that Sam had a bath recently. I always loved that manly perfume; it made my stomach dip whenever he leaned closer during our college group projects.
Nostalgia struck. Vivid images of Sam and my secret glances flashed before my eyes. I recollected all the wild things I had done with him in the last week. From the wet bike ride to the Lonavala mischiefs, I had done everything to seduce him and made it look unintentional. But now, we knew nothing was unintentional. During my last visit to his home, we had almost consummated our bodily needs.
‘The word ‘almost’ still hurts me. I’m going to complete it. Resume it exactly where we stopped.’
My side B popped up, out of nowhere. My naughty side.
‘What do you mean?’
‘We were nude, his cock was nudging at my entrance. I felt his bulb. I’m going to resume from there.’
‘Come on, Maya. He needed to get a hard-on for it,’ my side B giggled.
‘Not a big deal!’ I smiled within. Kinky neurons were starting to work already.
I padded through the living room, past the sofa where we had our first experience of intimacy. The door of Sam’s room was ajar, wide enough for me to slip through without touching it. The only illumination came from the faint amber streetlight. It was leaking through the gap in the almost closed curtains of his room.
The room felt colder than the rest of the flat. The AC was running low—18 °C; the display glowed soft green on the wall panel like a tiny emerald eye. That was eerie. I had hated green night lamps since my childhood. The fluorescent buttons of the AC remote made it easy to locate. Beep. I turned off the green display alone but allowed the cold breeze from it to hum alive.
“Sam…” I whispered, moving closer to the bed.
I couldn’t see his face clearly. All I could see was the shape of him curled under the thick blanket. Again, his perfume… It drove me crazy.
‘God! Are the perfume ads real? Luring girls to boys like magnets?’
I leaned forward, inhaling his masculine fragrance hovering about the blanket that was rising and falling to match his breathing.
‘Sleepyhead! My cute dormouse. Here I come to give you a sleepless night!’
The almost pitch darkness created a perfect ambience to shed my shyness and to surprise him.
“Sam… I am here…” I hissed close to him.
Nothing. Not a twitch.
For a second, I considered flipping on the lamp. Wake him up and surprise him.
‘No, idiot! That would startle him from sleep. Too sudden. Too bright. Make use of the darkness. Make it romantic…’ my side B advised.
‘Like a dream?’
‘Yes!’
‘You’re crazy…’
I counted my steps, moved to the window, and drew the curtains all the way shut. I stepped backwards. One… Two… Three… Back to the spot closer to Sam’s bed.
Now the room was truly dark. No outlines. No edges. Just the low white noise of the AC and my heartbeats. That was all I could hear.
I sat on the very edge of the mattress. The quilt dipped under my weight. I calmed my heartbeat steadily, like a countdown. One piece at a time, I started undressing.
I hooked my fingers under the waistband of the palazzo pants and slid them down my legs. The fabric didn’t rustle too much. They pooled at my feet.
The tunic’s turn came next. I crossed my arms, caught the hem, and peeled it up over my head. Cool air kissed my body everywhere except the parts covered by my bra and panties.
The bra’s turn. I reached behind; fingers found the clasp and snapped. The straps slid down my shoulders like silk skidding over ice. My breasts spilled free. My nipples reacted instantly to the chill and the thrill. Goosebumps. I cupped them for a moment, like calming down puppies.
‘It’s okay. Relax.’
I let my palms glide over my stomach to take my thumbs under the lace of my panties. I slid them down.
Done! Not even a piece of clothing left on my smooth skin. Every shift of air felt like a tiny caress. No hair. Nothing to hide behind. Stark nude. Already warm and slick where it mattered most.
I lifted the edge of the quilt carefully and slid underneath. Letting too much cold sneak in would spoil my play.
‘Don’t wake him up. It should be like a dream. A dream come true experience for Sam.’ My side B reminded me. I adhered.
It was warm inside the cocoon of the blanket. His body radiated heat. I laid my hand gently on his chest. Bare skin! The contact sent a tiny shiver up my spine. No T-shirt. His warm muscle rising and falling under my palm in that same unhurried rhythm. His nipples were firm and pebbled tighter than I remembered from last time. The AC, I thought. The chill was playing tricks on our bodies.
I let my fingers wander lazily. I slowly circled his nipples, moving down the faint ridges of muscle to his navel and back up again. Like teasing with a feather, I was exploring his body.
Still, he was sleeping. He just shifted a bit, tugging the blanket higher over us. I made a tent, sealing us in together. I was warm, breathing each other’s breath. So private. No one to disturb us. Not even the light. He didn’t even know I was here yet.
‘Is he sleeping nude?’ A curiosity arose. He was sleeping on his back and I on my side, walking my fingers over his body towards the centre spot I wanted to check. He was all bare to his navel and well below.
My heart skipped a beat as my fingers entered the pubic territory. The stubble was evident, grown a bit more than last time. Too fast! I was almost convinced that he was nude, but an elastic interrupted—a thin line, dangerously low across his hips. The fabric extended to a bare enough extent. It must be a boxer brief, a silky fabric.
My hand paused right there, hovering over the soft fabric. My fingers trembled.
‘Shall I? Should I touch his cock?’ I asked my side B.
‘No. Not now,’ it warned. ‘Make it last. Tease him more.’
I got the answer. I leaned closer and pressed my bare breasts fully against his. My right breast kissed his hard chest. I shifted my shoulders, letting the nipples greet each other with a kiss. They touched—a gentle, electric nipple-to-nipple connection. Tethered.
“Hey… Are you pretending to sleep?” I asked him.
Not a word.
“I am not a T. rex, man! Move a muscle.” I nudged his face gently.
‘How is he still asleep?’
He must be in dreamland. I rubbed against him a little harder, letting my thigh slip over his. It was like butter melting on a pan. I felt the arousal. Then I dragged my breast slowly across his chest with deliberate pressure, like drawing a masterpiece on his torso with my pointed nipples.
Nothing!
‘Is he even human?’ My side B almost laughed out loud.
‘Who sleeps through this?’ I asked myself.
Frustration was brimming at my lips, words about to flood out.
‘Enough teasing. Time to break the ice, Maya.’ I gave myself a nod.
A wicked smile spread across my lips in the dark.
“Sam… I know how to wake you up.” I hovered over him on all fours without making contact. I leaned down until my lips were almost touching his. “Let’s see you sleep through this.”
My husky whisper conveyed my arrival. Patience snapped. All restraint was gone. I lowered myself fully onto him, straddling his hips, my bare ass pressed firm against the warm plane of his stomach. I sat on him. He stirred beneath me. At last, a move to say he was alive. He tried to make a sleepy shift.
‘Too late, Sam.’
I pressed my breasts to his chest, leaned down, and sealed his mouth with mine. A full, deep French kiss. I used his gasp to gain access. My tongue slid against his; he was responding. Sleep or dream? I didn’t care.
His moans conveyed he was awake now. I could sense his breath was oscillating between confusion and surprise. He groaned, moaned, and murmured in a husky voice. I sealed my lips against his, not letting the words escape and play spoilsport.
“Sshh,” I whispered, and closed his mouth with my palm. “No more talking. Only action. Let’s see who begs for a fuck. The one who says ‘fuck me’ loses—and must do whatever the winner asks.”
I did not wait for his approval. Our lips met again. I silenced him before he could accept my challenge. The kiss was more demanding than the last one. I pulled back to catch my breath and up the tease. Neither of us spoke a word. Challenge accepted and begun. Words were useless now. Our bodies spoke the language older than speech—the primal arousal for sex.
I hugged him tight and smooched him.
‘Is he hesitating to touch me? Fear of losing the challenge?’ Like hearing my mind’s voice, his hands found my breasts. He lost his hesitation, thanks to the darkness. He could not see how wildly my face was reacting to his touch. He cupped the full weight of my breasts, gently squeezing in a pattern, like it was some rhythmic code of seduction. Then it became rough and urgent as my moans increased.
My reactions initiated a chain reaction in him. He was kneading my nipples alternately between his fingers. The tunes he played upon them echoed at the cave between my thighs. If there were an iceberg there, it would have melted.
How long could he resist the forbidden fruits? He planted his mouth to my nipples. No fool’s play now. No teasing. Pure hunger. Raw lust guided him. He did not just suck or lick; he nibbled my nipple with his teeth—a sharp, yet calculated bite with the cushion of his lips. My hips reacted, starting to dance to his play. I was desperate to grind my triangle against his hard length, but he was so tall. Over six feet.
I was barely 5’3”. My V straddled just above his waist. My pussy hovered somewhere at his pubic mound where the stubble started. It was prickling against my waxed softness. I couldn’t quite reach his cock, yet I started grinding my lips against his body. I started dripping, and the wetness gave me the leverage to glide lower. I touched my wetness. My fingers became slick with my essence.
He noticed. I did not expect he would do it. He took my hands to his mouth and sucked my fingers. Something in him had woken, I guessed. He tried to take my entire left breast into his mouth. The sucking was so deep; however, he only managed to take in half of it.
His tongue was doing a tornado dance inside. My nipple was in the heart of it.
‘OMG… what on earth are you!’ I was speechless, unable to explain the sensation. I pulled him close, gluing his head to my chest. He almost gasped after a minute. I wasted no time; my right breast wanted the same magic. He did it. Picture perfect.
‘He must have some experience in this! Who cares, Maya?’ I managed to speculate like a typical girl while the pleasure storm finally crossed the land. He gave up. My breasts were dripping wet with his saliva. My perfume and the moisture mixed—probably the ‘smell of sex’ as people say. I experienced it for the first time.
He took both my nipples, brought them together like an intersecting Venn diagram, and licked them together.
“God… where did you learn all this?” I asked finally. I was half laughing and half delirious.
But he didn’t answer. The darkness muted everything, it seemed. I needed more… more down there. No words. It was like a furnace inside the blanket. I needed fresh air and oxygen to normalize this ecstasy. I just threw the blanket off us.
Still, the darkness was the same—inside and outside the blanket. If watched with an infra-red camera, our bodies would be glowing red. Our bare bodies versus the chill rush. Goosebumps! All over my body.
He knew exactly what my body craved. He raised his hips and I slid down from his abs to his chest. He lifted my hips effortlessly, holding my bum. My thighs trembled on either side of his head.
‘I know where you are heading, Sam,’ I thought inside as the anticipation and thrill filled me.
My pussy hovered just inches above his mouth. Sitting on his face? No. Just offering my folds to him, slick and smooth. His breath kissed my pussy lips before it actually happened. However, I felt the power. I could dip into his mouth at will. I could control the pressure.
He was waiting for me to take the lead. I looked down at him; I could barely make out the shape of his face in the darkness. I let my fingers explore his face. My fingers tangled into his hair and I locked his face to the slot—my treasure.
‘It is all of the heaven together, Sam. Oh… you are killing me softly. The tongue… the lips… the moustache’s brushing…’ I was moaning his name inside, the sound echoing in every nerve cell of my body. He wanted it. I wanted it. I pressed down further and fully. My pussy tangled with his mouth. His nose was nuzzling the top of my mound, then hit my clit. Meanwhile, his tongue parted my labia with no hesitation and slid to the depths between my folds.
He was tasting all my flavours, feeding a starvation that I had no idea about. I was taken aback, surprised by the way he devoured me. He was enjoying every inch of me as if it were his last chance forever.
He knew well that my clit was super large. Still, he stopped for a moment when his tongue found it. I wish the light were on to see his face. He latched onto it, just as he had with my nipples. The suck, the pull, the flick, the nibble… Oh my God! He was relentless and unstoppable.
I started grinding my hips against him. My body was shaking like never before.
‘Oh… Sam! Sam!’ I murmured within, and he was like my whole world. Love and lust blended and bonded us in a way I never thought they could.
He gave my hard clit a rest and nose-fucked my pussy—like a teaser, a trailer of what he could do with his cock. I had come with a plan to give him a blowjob with a chocolate condom on, but with what he was doing to me… I could not persist with this any longer. My pussy summoned me to get the real thing. I was craving the real fuck.
No more teasers! No more foreplay!
“Fuck me… I am a happy loser. Fuck me now…” I begged. “Wait… the condom! Condom!”
I fumbled for my bag in the dark. I had kept it on the edge of the bed. I found it and picked the square pack. I ripped it open with my teeth. The chocolate flavour was sweet. Before coming here, I had seen at least ten videos on how to put a condom over a penis. I’d even rehearsed with a carrot. But I fumbled in the darkness.
He took the condom from me. I followed his hand and moved to his waist. He pulled down his boxer briefs and donned the condom. He carefully lifted me as if I weighed nothing. I felt an alpha male in him, claiming me as his.
I carefully lowered my hips until my entrance hovered just above his cock. It touched me—spongy and slimy with the condom’s lube.
‘It is about to happen, Maya. The waiting is finally over. No longer a virgin. No… you are going to be unlocked. Set yourself free.’
The thought of it sent butterflies through my stomach.
‘Ditch the carrots. Dump the cucumbers. I don’t need them anymore.’
He separated my labia, using his fingers to part my slick folds. I was spreading more open to consume his hardness. Then, his cock’s head nudged my entrance. It felt bigger than I remembered. It was thicker, bigger, and harder. He must have been more aroused this time! I could sense his veins pulsing at my entrance.
“Stop! Stop…” I pressed a hand to his chest. “Wait… I’ll get it in slower.”
I guided myself down inch by inch. I wanted to enjoy and live every second of my first time. That was the very first penis sliding into me. No rush. No hurry. I glided it slowly inside me. The head went in first, parting my labia and pressing against my slick folds. He had prepped me perfectly with all the foreplay. I was so wet and ready. My juice coated his hardness, and it made it look very easy.
His cock felt way bigger than I remembered. I was wondering about a male’s anatomy and what magic arousal could do to a cock. My miniature cock—my clit—might be looking at his penis with awe.
“Oh…” I moaned as I took him inside me more; half of his cock. Not so much with the depth, but he stretched me to the limits, tightly locked.
He waited patiently and let me do the things. He was not this gentle last time. I loved the way he gave me the control. I sank lower. Centimetre by centimetre, he filled me more. My inner muscles fluttered around him, gripping, adjusting, welcoming his cock. I cried out! A sound of pleasure and surprise!
He then gave the final push and buried himself deep. He was fully inside me now. But my deepest zones still felt untouched. Maybe he could reach my depth later while amping the fucking. I had no experience in sex.
So I asked for it. “Ah… Ooo… That is awesome… Fuck me deeper now. Scream my name…”
He adjusted his hips. He did it slow at first, like a piston sliding up and down rhythmically inside me. Each thrust stretched me further as his cock head moved. The friction was perfect, making me yearn for more… I gripped him on the inside.
“Oh yeah… Maya! Always dreamed of fucking you like this!” he screamed in pleasure.
‘It is not Sam’s voice!’
His voice hit me like molten lava.
“Sam?!” I hissed, doubting him.
He was in no mood to stop and was moving his cock inside me. I was literally made to jump on my bum with his cock fucking me smooth and tight.
‘No. No, no, no, no… With whom am I having sex in the dark? He is not Sam!’
Then recognition slammed the doors of my heart. Horror and aversion mixed with my blood. Then I recollected the mushroom-like big cock head from my memories. I had seen it before. Not Sam’s, but another one. He had jizzed his signature on me with a drop of cum that night in the same room.
‘Yes! It is him!’ I found out.
“Jignesh?!” I screamed his name in a muffled tone.
I tried to pull away. My instinct, pure reflexes, started working. He was not the man I intended to have sex with. But his cock was already throbbing deep inside me. His mushroom head was locked in place, refusing to let me escape it. My inner muscles clenched around him involuntarily, despite my efforts to spit it out.
‘Oh God. Oh God, oh God. No! No! Sam! It is not you! How did I miss—’
“Jignesh! Stop this!” I gathered my composure and yelled louder this time. My voice splintered.
My whole body became rigid. I lost the lust that had been consuming me seconds ago. Everything started vanishing like a vapour. Jignesh’s hands clamped down on my shoulders, anchoring me to his cock, fixed. Not letting me go. I jerked my hips again, harder this time, to push out his vile thing from me. But his grip was unyielding.
“What the fuck are you doing?! Jignesh!” My words came furiously.
“Fucking you, Maya,” he muttered, very casually. Like this was normal. Like I had asked him to fuck me.
‘Yes. You asked him, Maya! You asked him to fuck you desperately!’ My side B confessed like a slap to my face.
He just slowed down but did not stop thrusting. He seemed to be focused only on chasing his own pleasure. Sam and Jignesh were the same height. Same physique. I wondered how even the skin felt identical against mine! Sam’s Wild Stone Hydra, that perfume… it deceived me.
‘Jignesh used the same!’
I could not forgive or forget this as mistaken identity. I should have known.
‘Sam is not your husband. You did not sleep with him daily to recognize him by touch.’ My side B came with excuses.
‘No! I had kissed Sam. He did things with me. Intimate things. I should have noticed the difference!’ I argued.
‘Difference, my foot! While enjoying sex, who matches the following or picks the odd one out?’ My side B yelled.
A catastrophic mistake! I concluded. It took just a few seconds to argue within myself and accept the reality.
‘It was supposed to be Sam in Sam’s room. It was dark. Pitch darkness. I trusted it to be him. And the mistake happened! Dot!’
But… Jignesh… He must have known from the beginning I was presuming it was Sam. Yet, he let it happen. He used me!
“Get off me, pig!” With fury boiling up my throat like acid, I yelled. “Stop fucking me, Jignesh!”
It was still so dark, so fucking dark. I couldn’t see his face, and neither could he see mine. I could not see his eyes. Thankfully, I felt this darkness was a lifeline to save me from more humiliation. He stopped the movements, but his cock was still inside my pussy.
“Maya… I didn’t…” Jignesh tried to speak.
“You planned this, didn’t you, Jignesh?” I held his throat. “You knew I came for Sam, didn’t you?”
“Sorry,” he said, but there was nothing apologetic in his tone. “You closed my mouth… you told me not to speak.”
“Lame! Say I kept a knife to your throat with an intention to kill Sam. Would you have done the same?” I tightened my grip on his throat. “Answer me. You would have screamed that you are not Sam, right?” I yelled.
“I would not lie. But you kissed me. You pushed your lips into mine. Sat on me nude. You know when a girl sits on a guy with skin-to-skin contact… pressing her body like you did… what was I supposed to do? How could I resist?”
I could not respond to him. I loosened the grip on his throat.
He grabbed my hand from his neck and said, “If you were a boy, could you resist a sexy girl inviting you to fuck her? Sorry, Maya… it was a point of no return for me.”
He let go of my hands. I was free to leave. I was sitting frozen on top of him, with his cock still buried inside me. I was clueless about how to react. Even he was not reacting; he wasn’t thrusting now. He dropped the ball in my court as if to say, ‘Leave if you want!’
I tried to move, but it moved my hips against his hardness inside me.
‘Better to avoid further embarrassment, Maya,’ my mind whispered weakly.
“Look, Maya,” Jignesh continued, “did I know that you were coming? Did you inform Sam or me? I did not conspire anything to sleep with you. You wanted to surprise Sam, right?”
My heart thudded painfully, unable to accept his words. Jignesh was not wrong. I had not informed Sam, or him.
“I had no idea, Maya. Trust me,” he went on. “I and Guru were supposed to go out tonight. At the last minute, I got a severe headache. They were premium tickets which I did not want to waste, so Sam went instead. He volunteered. You can check with him. I took a painkiller pill and crashed.”
I realized the truth in his words.
“I thought… I thought it was a dream up to a point. I always had you in my dreams. At least in dreams,” he confessed. “Then all of a sudden, I woke up with a girl on top of me… naked… moaning. It was pitch dark, and I had no idea of dream versus reality. Then you grabbed me. You kissed me and did things.” He paused.
‘Should I buy it? Is he honest?’ Thoughts ran in my mind.
“After that… I could not stop you or stop myself. You can leave. I am not forcing you, and I haven’t,” said Jignesh.
I swallowed hard, and it was tougher than I thought to digest that I was conversing stark naked with Jignesh, sitting on him with his penis’s warmth filling my pussy. I had no idea why I was still in the same position, not wriggling out yet to break the tangle. It was the pure shock of discovery that it was not Sam. It was Jignesh—the one I hated the most. Because I cannot undo it, I was frozen in that state.
“You could’ve said you weren’t Sam…” I murmured the same thing again, still struggling to accept it all.
“How?” Jignesh sounded almost helpless. “You were into it. Asking me to pleasure you more with your moans, enjoying my moves. You were craving it. And now suddenly it becomes a problem?!”
The truth in his voice stung worse. I couldn’t deny his words. Yes, I had wanted it, every second of it, because I thought it was Sam. I craved it. There was no denying that. But the point was from whom.
“A girl does not fuck a random guy for pleasure. You knew it was meant for Sam, didn’t you?” I argued.
“Stop blaming me when I’m still inside you.”
His words hurt me like a stab. Yes. My pussy was still pulsing with his cock inside me. He was still hard, and I was still wet and dripping.
“I can pull it out if it bothers you. Should I?” he asked, and did not wait for my answer. He reached for my hips and shifted his posture slightly. He tried to lift me and withdraw his member. Half of it slid out, just a matter of another half popping out.
But my thighs were already slick with sweat and my own arousal. His hands slipped, and I collapsed onto him with a soft, humiliating thud. Again, his cock drove in. Even deeper now.
“Aah…” A sudden gasp escaped from me. I could feel him fully inside me, stretching new places that had not been explored before.
I felt ashamed of the sound. It was more of a shock than arousal. I did not know how Jignesh would take it.
“Shit… Sorry. You are slippery. I did not mean to… Can you get up?” Jignesh begged.
“I’m trying,” I muttered, and tried to lift myself again. I pressed my palms against his chest for support, and my knees were digging into the mattress for leverage. But he was all sweaty—out of panic at getting caught, I guessed. My hands slid; I grasped his hairy chest for a grip.
“No!” He groaned in pain.
My thighs trembled and buckled. Every desperate push I made against his chest only drove me back down, and his cock was sinking deeper with my motion. I was stuck in the super-fluffy mattress that made it difficult. We were stuck.
‘Oh God, why does it feel so good?’ My inner voice screamed in betrayal.
He held my waist to lift me up. But the sweaty skin made it a glide to my breasts, and he could not resist, it seemed. His thumbs were feeling my side-breasts, and he tried to push me up by holding my armpits. I felt the gap between our bodies as I was being lifted. Only his cock’s mushroom head was inside me. We almost broke the knot.
But his hips moved up a little, unwilling to leave the pussy. This sent a jolt through me.
“Ah…” I muffled a moan.
He held me in the same position and moved his hips. Agonisingly slow at first, he slowly built the rhythm. He did not panic or rush. But he did it very candidly. Only moving the swollen bulb of his cock in and out of my pussy. He did not completely withdraw it from my pussy. Just at the entrance, he paused and shoved it in.
Then I did something unintentionally. I hated the tease and applied my weight to it. Gravity did the rest. His penile head stretched my vulva wider and went half-deep again. We were doing it at a different angle and with different pressure. It was somewhere between the conscious mind and the subconscious one.
My resolve started to crack gradually with the cock entering further inside me. I gave in… just a little more, by pressing my hips down harder. And again, our bodies collided with each other. I sat on him. He shifted his hands from my armpits to my breasts. He started moving his hips, grinding against mine, comfortably kneading my boobs.
“You fucking bastard, Jignesh!” I hissed. But I was responding to his moves, rocking my pelvis against him.
His cock grew harder again. I could sense the wetness making the fucking thing glide in and out of me far better than before.
“Goddamn you, Jignesh! How could I take your scary cock head inside me?”
“You are aroused and wet!” he replied.
“Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to listen to your voice. It spoils everything.”
He let his fingers speak. His thumbs grazed my nipples. I arched my back to stop him from groping my breasts. But he went for my clit.
‘God! I am loving it!’ I hated myself. ‘Stop feeling this. Stop wanting this, Maya.’ I ignored every thought. He leaned up, pulled me closer, and hugged me. His breathing was so hot and desperate. I understood he wanted to kiss me, trying to get to my mouth again. He almost planted his lips onto mine.
I spat straight into his open lips. “Fuck you, pig.”
I clamped my palm over his mouth. I was literally forcing him to swallow it. I had no idea he would enjoy it. His cock reacted instantly and pulsated. I could feel it plunging inside me deeper with a thrust.
“Ah… Fuck the hell out of me! You’re not long enough to touch my end, bastard,” I hurled at him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tighter. It made my vaginal muscles squeeze his rod. I thought it was punishing.
‘Take that, you trespassing cock-shit.’ I thought it was my fury. But it was pure pleasure for him. I realized it only when he increased the speed. He stood up, lifting me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I avoided his face against mine and hugged him closer.
“You don’t get to kiss me, Jignesh!”
I spat again on his face. I felt wild as my hips kept doing the opposite to my words, co-operating with his standing fuck. His hands slid down to my ass and gripped it harder. Then he spanked me. The slap landed sharp across one ass cheek.
“Bastard!” I yelled.
My pussy clenched around him involuntarily. My body reacted to his spanks, which were not meant to hurt me, but to tame my rudeness.
“You sick fuck, stop spanking me,” I cursed and bit his lips, making him bleed for his mistake. “You think you own me? Never!”
He said nothing and dropped me on the mattress, almost slamming me onto the bouncy bed. For the first time, our bodies untangled. I could have stopped everything right there. But I did not. I was not done yet. Neither was he. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed and spread my legs over his shoulders.
“Fuck me as much as you want now, you bastard,” I yelled. “Because this is the last fucking time you’ll ever touch me! Don’t even dream of my pussy again! You hear me?”
I sought a reply. But he was clear in his mind. He went for the treasure trove and slid his cock into mine. He started fucking me like there was no tomorrow. And, of course, there would be none. His cock was relentless, claiming every inch of my pussy. It was filling me in ways that made my toes curl and made me grab the pillows in ecstasy.
“Yes… Yes… Fuck me! More!” I shed my inhibitions and enjoyed my first sex.
‘You can mourn later, Maya!’ My side B hissed.
I tried to imagine Sam in my mind, but I could not erase Jignesh from reality. His cock was carving a testament inside my pussy with every stroke. But deep down, in the dark where no one could see, my body was already losing the argument.
“Fuck you, you cunt, Jignesh!” I cried when I finally climaxed.
I held his moves with my hands. My pussy clenched tight around his cock. I felt spasms. Something was gushing out, hot and uncontrollable. My body went limp and slumped on the bed, almost lifeless and drained. Then, within a few seconds, I felt a second wave of eruption inside my pussy. Something hotter!
‘No! No!…’ All I could do was scream inside, as I had no energy to avoid it. Yes, I could feel it. His cum! The condom must have failed. He unloaded everything inside me.
“What, Maya?” Jignesh asked.
“Idiot, you filled me.”
“But the condom?”
“Take the shit out of me, Jignesh.”
There it was… I felt my pussy oozing his cum. Flooded inside me. A lot of it.
“Wait, let me check the condom…” Jignesh’s statement made it clear that he was about to turn on the lights.
“Stay wherever you are! I will kill you if you touch the switch!”
I pushed him aside and stumbled to the bathroom. My legs were unsteady, but I managed to find the door just a few steps from the bed. I felt the cum oozing all the way down my inner thighs. I locked the door, slamming it hard. I turned on the light. I could not stand my own face. My pussy was a mess, with his thick cum forming threads reaching to the floor. I took the hand shower and sprayed it.
I tried to clean in and out, but the damage was already done. I could see some pink stains from my broken hymen. I stood under the shower to wash off his filthy smell.
“You fucking monster!” I spat.
The guilt clung like damp sweat, water beads on my skin. Shame slipped like soap I couldn’t grip, but it stuck to me like an eternal stain. I turned off the light and cracked the bathroom door ajar, just enough to peek through.
The lights were on now! I saw Jignesh with a satisfied face. He was standing nude near the bed and wiping the floor with a tissue, erasing the traces—his cum—off the floor. His cock hung loose between his thighs, still thick, still heavy, semi-erect still. His balls looked bigger than Sam’s.
I could not imagine how I let this bastard’s thing fuck me. I swallowed hard in disgust.
‘Just get out of this place, Maya!’ My side B urged. ‘He might ask for more.’ I wanted to give no room for it.
“Hey! Get out of this room!” I yelled, standing behind the bathroom door.
He looked up, startled.
“Close the door behind you and leave for your room!” I warned him.
For once, he didn’t argue and said, “Okay!”
He confirmed through the sliver of the door. I saw him gathering his clothes into a messy bundle, still completely nude, and he hurried out. Then I heard the soft click of the lock, followed by silence.
I stepped out of the bathroom, water still dripping from my hair. There was an ache in my body at places I did not want to mention. The room smelled like sex. But it smelled like shame to me.
I dressed quietly but quickly. First, the palazzo pants, then the wine-red tunic tugged over my head like armour. I had no time to wear my panties or bra; I dumped them in my handbag. I looked around the room once.
‘You just fucked Jignesh. Jignesh. Not Sam. Not your crush. His brother, who once jerked off over your sleeping body. The man whom you despised the most has fucked you first!’ The room echoed the thought. But my body felt satisfied in the worst possible way.
When I finally opened the room door and stepped out, Jignesh was already dressed. Jeans. T-shirt. But it was his face and the grin that annoyed me. He was smiling faintly, pretending it was a mistake, with a smug little victory shining in his eyes. He felt satisfied. Maybe even proud. I got pissed off thinking about what he might be thinking now.
His eyes scanned my body. I shed my fear and looked into his eyes. I faced him, not scaring away from him.
‘He’s proud of this night of tricking me. He was proud of taking what wasn’t his!’ I felt furious at him. Furious at myself, because I did let it happen and for enjoying every second of it.
‘What if Jignesh brags about this? What if he tells the whole college, Sam, and Guru? What would Sam think of me?’ The thoughts shattered me. No! I couldn’t let that happen. I walked straight up to him. I pulled him by the collar, close enough that I could see the pride in his eyes.
“This stays within these walls,” I warned. “If you tell anyone… I will rip you apart.”
His smile faltered, just for a second.
“Listen to me, Jignesh. Sam finds his room as usual! Do you get me? Clean the mess. Else you’ll regret the day you were born.”
He didn’t move. He didn’t blink.
“Don’t underestimate what a girl could do! You took advantage of a mistake, and I got carried away with it. So this stops here. There is no evidence! So I will take legal action and sue you for defamation.”
His lips parted. His breath caught audibly.
“Answer me!”
“I will not speak about it, Maya.” He nodded. And then added, “It was a sweet accident…”
I didn’t respond. I just turned away, grabbed my bag, and walked to the door. It was already past midnight. The corridor outside Sam’s apartment door felt colder than the room I had just escaped.
‘You just let Jignesh come inside you. You moaned while he filled you, Maya.’ The memory hit me like a series of slaps, again and again.
‘Stop. Stop replaying it. You’re going to be sick.’ I booked the cab. It was a painful wait for the next 15 minutes. Then the cab arrived. I sat in the back seat. The city lights streaked past. My mind could not stop thinking.
‘What if he tells Guru? What if Guru tells Sam? What if Sam finds out that I screamed while Jignesh came inside me?’ My side B made it clear: ‘You wanted to lose your virginity before leaving for the UK. No! You wanted to unlock your freedom. And you got your first cock and unlocked yourself. Congratulations, Maya. You got it. But from the wrong fucking person. So what? Just chill. No one knows it except you, him, and the darkness.’ I dozed off while thinking random stuff, and darkness filled my eyes again.
“K’áaxk’unen, Nahuale… K’áaxk’unen… Nahuale.”
I heard an eerie voice repeating the same. I could not understand the language at first. Then slowly the words made sense to me. The voice from the dark was telling me, “You are cursed, Nahuale!”
‘Who is Nahuale? Why does the voice call me so?’ I asked in my sleep or the dream.
“Ma’am. We have arrived at the destination. Ma’am…” The cab driver’s voice woke me up.
I was in a trance between dream and reality. Then slowly, I came back to the reality that I was Maya in a cab.
“What did you call me?” I asked him.
“Ma’am? I just called you, Ma’am!” the driver said. “Are you okay, Ma’am?”
“Nothing… I just asked.” I paid the fare and walked towards my floor.
I tried hard to recollect the dream and the name that eerie voice had called me. I could not remember it. But it told me that I was cursed. I rubbished it, thinking the nightmare experience with Jignesh was causing all of it. Of course, it was a curse for me to have my first sex like that.
I decided to leave everything behind and leave for the UK at the earliest.
‘You are not confessing this even to Leena.’ I knocked on the door after making a resolution. ‘Start a new life in London!’
[The Indian Escapade Ends]
