The secrets of the village seemed to be unraveling before me, and I was eager to learn more about the world I had been invited to become a part of.
But wait! I remember that Aunt Neelima said that my mother, Deepa, had sent me here so that I may trace my roots, but what just happened here was purely sexual.
Did my mother know about this all along, or did she not? If not, then what should I tell her?
Again, the door was pushed open. I was surprised to see an older woman standing at the door and looking at me. She smiled and then turned her head outside, and I found her saying, “So Nilima, you finally found a lassie for yourself.”
I could hear Aunt Neelima’s voice from outside, “Yes, Buriya, I made this girl into a woman just a few hours ago.”
I blushed again at the thought of the sexual act between me and Aunt Neelima.
Aunt Neelima entered the room, and then she introduced that older woman to me, saying, “This is Buriya. She does all the household chores for us.”
Buriya looked at me from the corner of her eye and then whispered something into Aunt Nilima’s ear. Nilima Aunty replied in a horse whisper, “No, no, not yet. I will do that after a few days; she is a good bloom.”
After that, the days went by, and I found myself exploring a new way of life. I was a lesbian lover for my Aunt Nilima; she would take good care of me, and gradually she started to offer me lots of meat to eat and wine to drink as well.
Finally, it was the day of the market. It was the day when Aunt Neelima would go to the quarry to sell her herbs. I had been proactively assisting Aunt Nilima and Buriya together to cut the herbs and tie them into bundles for sale. We had woken up early in the morning that day. Then finally, when everything was ready, Aunt Neelima said to Buriya, “Buriya, please bathe and prepare Myra for the market.”
Buriya smiled at me and said, “There is no need to feel shy in front of me. I will strip you naked and bathe you. Apply soap all over your body and face and shampoo your hair.”
I looked at Aunt Neelima, and when she nodded, I obliged.
A knowing smile played on Buriya’s lips as she approached, and I felt a strange mix of excitement and vulnerability. Her touch was gentle yet firm as she began to undo the pleats of my sari, her eyes filled with a warm, almost maternal affection.
The cool morning air caressed my skin as the fabric fell away, leaving me naked before her. She led me to the open-air bathing area.
The sun had just begun to rise, casting a soft, golden light across the courtyard and making the water in the large earthen tub glisten invitingly.
She gestured for me to step into the tub, and I did, the lukewarm water enveloping my body like a warm embrace.
Buriya began to lather my body with a homemade soap that smelled faintly of jasmine and mint, her hands moving in slow, deliberate circles over my skin.
The sensation was both comforting and arousing, a reminder of the intimate moments I had shared with Aunt Neelima. She whispered to me, her voice a comforting purr, “You are becoming one of us, Myra. Let the waters of Paankpada cleanse and purify you.”
As she worked the shampoo into my hair, I felt a sense of belonging and acceptance that I had not anticipated. The sensation of her strong yet tender fingers massaging my scalp was heavenly, and I couldn’t help but lean into her touch.
As Buriya continued to wash me, her hands glided over my body with a gentle yet purposeful touch, exploring every inch of my skin.
I felt her fingers trace the curves of my breasts, the softness of my belly, and the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.
Despite the initial shock of such intimacy with a stranger, I found myself succumbing to the sensuality of the moment. Her eyes never left mine, holding my gaze as she caressed me, stressing that this was not merely an act of service but a shared experience of womanhood and sensuality.
The water sluiced over my skin as Buriya’s hands lingered on my most intimate areas, her thumbs brushing against my nipples and the apex of my thighs.
My breath caught in my throat as I felt my body respond to her touch, the heat building between my legs.
She leaned in and whispered in my ear, her voice a low purr, “You are a true beauty, Myra. The herbs of Paankpada have blessed you well.”
Her words, coupled with her tender fondling, sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but arch into her touch.
The bath felt like a gentle seduction, a silent communication between two women who understood the power and allure of the female form.
As she helped me out of the tub, my skin glistening with water droplets, I realized that this was more than just a morning ritual. It was an initiation into the village’s secrets, a bond forged in shared pleasure and the mysteries of the female body.
Buriya wrapped me in a soft towel, her eyes still gleaming with an unspoken promise of more to come. “You’re ready,” she said, her voice a low murmur that resonated deep within me. “Let’s get you dressed for the market.”
I stepped out of the tub, the cool air of the courtyard a stark contrast to the warmth of the water.
Buriya dried me off, her touch lingering slightly longer than necessary, before guiding me back to my room. As I dressed in the simple yet elegant garb of the village women, I felt a newfound confidence in my femininity, the knowledge of my own beauty and desirability a potent aphrodisiac.
The day ahead promised to be filled with the scent of exotic spices, the sounds of laughter, and perhaps more unanticipated experiences that would continue to weave the tapestry of my time in Paankpada.
Buriya held me by the shoulders and took me to the room, making me stand in front of the large mirror on the wall, allowing me to admire my own beauty. Aunt Neelima had already laid out a saree on the bed for me to wear, which Buriya gently draped over my body.
Neelima Aunty pushed the door open and instructed Buriya, “Buriya, don’t comb or tie her hair. I will take her to the market as she is now. She is looking very beautiful and attractive with her hair uncombed and open.”
Buriya nodded, “Yes indeed. You have found yourself a nice young woman, even though she is a city girl, she has very long and dense hair. Her hair is long enough to reach even below her hips.”
Buriya wanted to say something, but seemed a little bit hesitant; then finally she said, “Neelima, I was wondering if I could, you know what I mean… I mean with Myra.”
Aunt Neelima gave her a gaze from the corner of an eye and said, “We will discuss that later; as of now, it’s time for the market, or we will lose our spot.”
We had arrived at the village quarry on time. And within minutes, the place was full of potential vendors. Then the boats started to pull up at the quarry.
Potential buyers disembarked. This was the first time in days that I had seen men in the village. They were all outsiders from nearby villages and districts.
