Misc. Erotica Mother, Sister, Daughter, Wife

Arun and I spent a couple of uneventful months after his parents left. I tried to live by aunty's words but I was not successful. I went as far as taking a couple of girls out for dinner and a movie nights but could not get too far with them. Girls at work were in a stage where they were looking for a life partner. There were a few promising prospects among the older married women but none responded to my advances.

Arun visited his parents during a festival week and came back with a horde of homemade sweets and snacks. He also had an important looking document with him which he said had to be given to his sister, Neeta, within a couple of days. Since he was going to be busy at work catching up from his days off, he requested me to go give it to her and get her signature on the documents ASAP.

That Monday morning I boarded a local train that took me close to Neeta's house. She was expecting me but when she opened the door, I immediately knew something was wrong.

"Oh, Hii Ramu. Come in," she said, without any enthusiasm.

I heard a male voice calling out from within the house.

"Hey, my breakfast is cold! I told you to keep it warm! Can't you just do as I tell you? Do you want me to repeat it a MILLION times? You know I don't like cold food. And why did you not iron the blue shirt? I am not going to wear this white one. Go iron the blue one and get it ready. Are my shoes polished?"

What the hell? Who the fuck was that? Was that her husband? The one she fell in love and got married to?

Neeta and I walked into the house and she tried to introduce me to him. "Hey Vishal, this is Ramu. We grew up together in Trichy and Delhi. I have talked about him many ..."

"OK. OK. Yeah, Yeah, " Vishal answered gruffly, just glancing at me.

Neeta added, "He and Arun are sharing a house in..."

"Fine. You have told it a hundred times before. Go get my blue shirt ready quickly. Hurry! I have no time. The car will be here any second!"

Neete picked up his place to reheat his food. At this Vishal shouted again, "Hey, where are you going? I NEED MY SHIRT!"

"I .. I thought you wanted your food warm...," Neeta stammered.

"OH forget the food now. What can I do? I will eat it cold. My fate. Because of your stupidity, look what all I have to endure!"

I looked at Neeta and said, "Hey Neeta, let me handle the food." I took the plate into the kitchen and warmed the food for Vishal and gave it to him. He started eating, but immediately started whining and complaining. "Oh oh.. Too much salt. She can never get it right! Damn! Fuck it!" He abruptly got up without finishing his food.

Just then Neeta came in with his ironed shirt and gave it to him. He grabbed it and as he put it on her said, "Too much salt again today. Can you not get it right? Hmmph! Are my shoes polished? The brown ones..."

I felt sorry for Neeta. And I did not want to see her in this situation. "Hey, Neeta," I said. "You know what? I have to go to our local office. I will come back during lunch and get the doc from you."

We both knew it was a lie, but she looked at me with a grateful smile and nodded.

I went across the street to a coffee shop and waited till Vishal's taxi took him away to the airport. Then I went back to her house. She was not surprised to see me.

"I am sorry you had to see all that bullshit this morning. He can be an asshole sometimes. Actually, all the time. Nowadays I am glad he is not at home. My next torture will begin on Friday when he comes back."

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. My heart melted.

I said, "Hey, Neeta. Let's go get some brunch in some place nice and have a good coffee. I think you need a break. C'mon, it will be fun."

She shook her head rather quickly. "No, I don't feel like it. Stay. I will cook something quick."

"No. No. I will help. Let's just chat for a bit then. We can cook together."

At this she brightened a bit. "OK!"

We sat down and started talking about our days in the South and in Delhi. We chatted for the most part of an hour but could not ignore the six-hundred pound gorilla in the room. I finally asked her, "Hey, Neeta. Why? Why him?"

"Ramu, how was I to know. He seemed nice and sweet in college. He comes from a good family - amma and appa approved. How quickly he changed. He wants me to be like his mother. He doesn't want me to work. What can I do?"

"Leave him," I said, too quickly, and surprised both of us.

'What!"

"I mean, if you are not happy. How long will you endure this?"

She said, quietly, "I don't know. Hopefully he will change..." And she drifted off.

We were quiet for sometime. And then she startled me by saying, "He doesn't want us to have kids." And then she looked up at me.

"What? Why? I mean, I don't know these things, but I thought it was natural.."

"I don't know. He just ...doesn't... want kids. What a waste..."

She got up and went to the kitchen, calling out to me, "Come Ramu, enough talk. Let's rustle up something to eat."

I had a thing for Neeta for as long as I remember. I was excited being alone and close to her in the confines of her kitchen. I didn't remember a time in the past when we were this close with no one else around. I was emboldened. My cock started responding to the scenes unfolding in front of me. She was still in her two piece pajamas. The top rode up her back as she bent down to pick up stuff from the shelves. Her bottom slid down and exposed her bright red colored boyshort panty. I ogled her to my heart's content and she was none the wiser. From the side I could see her bra cupping her magnificent tits and their soft tops and her cleavage as I looked down her T-shirt. Fantastic! She started sweating from the heat in the kitchen and I could see a thin line forming under her armpits. She didn't wear any perfume and the distinctive scent of female perspiration had my heart thumping fast.

We started cooking but things were not the same. I continued ogling her. I could not keep my eyes off of her. I got fantastic views of her body as well, her backside, the straps of her bra, down her top, her hips and waist, tight thighs and calves under her pants. Her dress was so tight around her ass that I got clear looks at her VPL more than once. Fuck!!

Little did I realize that she was going through the same emotions. I caught her looking at me a few times. And I was certain that she purposely went and stood behind me so I didn't catch her in the act.

We were done within an hour. Neeta said, "I need to shower before we eat. Give me, like, 10 minutes."

I heard her pottering busily in the bedroom and then the water running in the bathroom. I looked around her house. She had kept it clean and neat. Hall, kitchen, dining room - all clean and shiny. Suddenly, my eyes fell on a laundry basket kept just by the back door of her. It was full of clothes, all bunched up, and I guessed they were waiting for the maid to come and do the laundry. My heart skipped a beat. Fuck! I walked gingerly to the basket and yes!, it was full of colorful pieces of dresses that could only have belonged to a woman. I cocked my head and could still hear the water running in the bathroom.

I leaned down and pushed the first layer of clothes away. Lo and behold! Fucking Yes! Three or four brightly colored panties, all worn and crumpled and rolled up lying just ripe for the picking. I did not hesitate. I bent down and picked up the first two. It had to be Neeta's! I brought one up to my nose, still in its rolled up crumpled state. Heaven! Fuck Yeah!! The scent of cunt juices and piss went straight up into my head and I almost fainted. A new female panty to sniff after a fucking long time! I took the other one and repeated the process. My cock almost burst out of my pants. It was straining against the zipper of my slacks. Motherfucker! I had to jerk off or at least get these panties and rub my cock against them.

I looked around hurriedly. Where was the bathroom? Where can I go? I thought to myself as I inhaled the mucky odor from Neeta's panties. "What the hell, this room should do," I said, and pushed open the door to a small room. Fuck! This was her prayer room! Very small, very dark and smelling of incense and scented oils. "Can't help it," I cried out softly. My cock was bursting. It had smelled blood and would not take no for an answer. I unbuckled my pants, pulled down my underwear and freed my cock. It jumped straight up like a horse bolting from the starting gate. The head was shiny and purple and the foreskin had gathered neatly under the tip. I could still hear the water in the bathroom. I covered my thick dick with Neeta's panties and proceeded to stroke it slowly.

It was just before noon on a busy Monday morning, and here I was. In a small prayer room. Holding my friend's sister's panties and fantasizing and masturbating. I was aware of the intense pleasure the feeling of the panties on my cock gave me. But I was also aware of other sounds and smells. The sound of traffic from the road, the rosy smell of incense sticks still burning in the room. The sound of water from the bathroom where Neeta was taking a shower, and the slow, hissing sound made by Neeta's panties rubbing against my cock.

I switched panties. Memories of the summers in Delhi flashed in my mind. How many times had I masturbated with Neeta's panties in my room?! And now this again after some eight years! What a feeling! I slowed down and savored the way her gusset felt on the underside of my thick cock and the scent of her cunt from the panty I held to my nose. It was exhilarating! A little precum oozed from my dick and I let it drip on her panty.

All of a sudden, the sound of water ceased. Fuck! Neeta's done with her shower! And I still had a long way to go!!

I hurriedly and painfully stuffed my erect cock back into my pants and zipped it up. I took a few, very long sniffs of her panties, and I could definitely feel pre-cum oozing from my dick onto my underwear. I slid out of that room and quickly placed the panties back from where I took them and rushed into the kitchen making as if to see what was there to eat. I made it just in time!

Neeta had slipped in quietly behind me. "Hungry?"

I swung around, hoping she wouldn't notice the bulge in my pants. But I needn't have worried. Neeta was staring into my eyes expectantly. She was wearing a white salwar-kameez that was almost see-through. She had pulled her hair back and put on big, round earrings and had some sort of herbal cream on her face that I could smell from where I stood. From the corner of my eye I could see her bra cups and straps and I tried hard not to tear my eyes away from hers.

"No.. no," I stammered. "I mean .. yes.. Let's eat."

But I could hold it no longer. My eyes went down her body and then slowly back up and met her gaze once more.

"Oh. Neeta. You.. you... look... beauti..amazing!"

"Thanks!" she said, still holding my eyes.

I realized I was ogling her body, my eyes wandering slowly up and down her lithe, sculpted frame, taking her in, until they rested on her beautiful tits. In a trance, I wet my lips with my tongue.

I heard her say softly, "Hey, Ramu!".

Her voice jolted me out of my reverie. I jerked my head up and met her eyes and I knew from the way her eyes softened she had caught me red handed.

"Ramu," she said, softly again. "What are you doing?"

I managed to stammer, "Eh,eh.. I... I am sorry. I ..shouldn't have. Sorry!"

She walked towards me and slapped my arm playfully. "I am not one of your girlfriends, you know!" She looked up and then asked, "You do have girlfriends, don't you?"

I had a feeling I had this conversation before. And I knew how it had ended, and I suddenly was aroused.

I just giggled. But she stopped and said, "No, I am serious! No girlfriends?"

"No!" I guffawed. "I have.. Had some girlfriends!"

"Right, I believe you," and she turned and looked at me.

I couldn't say anything else. I just stared at her. Suddenly I found her standing very close to me. So close I could feel her breath as her chest rose and fell slowly. I could sense the coolness emanating from her recently showered body. Her perfume was cool and reminded me of roses. Then her hand was on my upper arm, squeezing it tight.

I rushed in. I grabbed her and ran my hands down her back, pressing her roughly against me. I could feel my hard dick against her hip and I was sure so could she. She gasped as I clutched her ass cheeks, digging hard into them. At last! Finally! I could feel her panty tight against her ass cheeks.

She gasped at this, "Ouch.. oh Ramu.. what are you doing..not here...come."

She led me her bedroom. She closed the door and turned to me and rose on her toes to grab my head, and she kissed me. I responded immediately. I opened my mouth and within a fraction of a second her tongue was in my mouth, playing and tangling with mine. I was surprised at her speed and willingness but I went along. Both of us were panting. Our breaths were coming out hard and hot.

A salwar-kameez is a tough dress to take off or get out of. I went to my knees and pushed her top away and grabbed the string of her salwar and jerked it. Thankfully it came undone without getting stuck. Meanwhile she had grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it off and tossed it away.

As I struggled with my clothes, she reached down to a small table, opened a draw and came up with a condom. I was just pulling off my underwear as she turned, as she gasped in amazement as my cock reared up and stood attention at an angle.

"Ramu! What the f..my god!" She flopped on the floor, and grabbed my ass with one hand and with the other she fisted my cock! She stroked it slowly, wide eyed and open mouthed. I grabbed her hair and moved her head in front of my thick dick and hissed, "Put it in your mouth. Oh Neeta! I have wanted this for so long. Come on, suck my cock!"

She didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and wrapped it around my cock. I could feel the coolness of her spit on my dick. Oh, how sweet it was! It had been a very long time. It was fucking awesome to see my dark, thick, veiny cock going in and out of her mouth in a blur. She was moaning and gurgling as I rammed my dick as far as it would go into her mouth, almost down her throat. Spit was drooling out of her mouth and dripping onto the floor. I gasped and coughed as I pulled my cock out and slapped her face with it. I was not holding back. I wanted to satisfy my pent up desire. I didn't care if I hurt her.

"Ouch. Slow.. now.. Ok, ok, ah, ah!" she wrenched my dick from my hands and started rubbing it all over her face. "Oh, how thick and strong. Oh I love it, ah! Aiyo! The smell, the smell. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"

I put my hand under her armpits and lifted her. She still had her bra and panties on. It was my turn to eat her. I knelt and pressed my face to her panty covered crotch. I could feel the thick curls of her pubic hair on my face and my nose, and when I put my mouth on her cunt she let out a little yelp. "Oh! Fuck, yes, yes, yes!" She grabbed the sides of her panties and rolled them down her thick thighs. She didn't wait to get out of it, but grabbed my head and slammed it against her pussy.

Oh the sensation! The feel of cunt hairs on my lips! I almost came. I could feel pre-cum oozing out of my throbbing cock. I opened my mouth and lapped her outer cunt lips. They had completely covered her inner lips so what I saw was just a thin line with hairs sprouting from it in bunches. As I lapped, I tried to probe and feel for the opening of her vagina. Then as I moved slightly upward I felt her fingers between my mouth and her cunt. She used her fingers to spread her lips and pulled my head towards her clit.

"Fuck, yes, Ramu! Lick it. God! It feels good! Aiyo, amma, yes, please!!"

Then she pushed her finger down a bit and opened her vagina and this time I was ready with my tongue. I felt the warm, moist, silky smooth tissue of her hole on my lips and tongue. I tasted her cunt juices. She almost bent double, enjoying the sensation, and she moaned and groaned. "Oh, fucking hell.. Yes. yes, yes!! Wait, wait, I don't want to come. No! No! Fuck me first! Fuck me, Ramu!!"

I got up and pushed her onto the bed with her ass cheek on the edge and her legs hanging out. As I reached for the condon, she pulled some pillows and supported her head. She followed my every action as I rolled the condom on my distended cock.

"Fuck! What a fucking beautiful cock! Put it in me, motherfucker! Fuck me hard, as hard as you can! I need it! Fuck! Ra*e me! Fuuuuuck!" She put her palm on her crotch and rubbed her cunt and clit furiously while still gaping at my cock.

I moved forward and grabbed her calves and parted her thighs. She reached up and gingerly held my cock and directed it into her. Fuck! What a feeling! She was slippery and moist and warm all at once. As I fell on her, I could feel the entire length of my dick engulfed by her cunt walls. I wa held in a tight vise-like grip. I lay like that for about half a minute and the I placed my hands by her side on the bed and proceeded to fuck her.

I rammed my cock into her ferociously. Harder and harder as I went along. I could hear myself grunting and she responded with grunts and curses of her own. We were sweating profusely and our bodies made slick, squelching sounds as I fell on her. "Fuck, Argh. Argh, yes, Neeta..this is good. Your cunt.. Is.. so .. fucking .. awesome. Motherfucking hell." I screamed as I fucked her.

"Yes, Yes, yes, aiyo, aiyo, amma, ammmmmmmaaaaaa," She groaned as she accepted the punishment I was meting out to her. "Wait, wait...," she gasped, and I stopped. She placed a palm on my belly and tried to push me away. "Let me get on the bed..," she hissed. I pulled out of her cunt and she rearranged herself on the bed. Then she spread her legs wide, raised her knees and said, "Come. Fuck me..fuck me proper!"

I looked down at her cunt. It was dripping with white, thick, creamy juices. She laughed softly. Then we both looked at my cock. It was also covered in her white secretions. We giggled once more. And then I settled on top of her, with my cock ensconced in her cunt. The aroma of sex and sweat and spit was intoxicating. She looked up at me and opened her mouth for a kiss. I latched onto her tits with my hands, my mouth on hers and I pummelled her with my torso. She was grunting into my mouth, her breaths blowing hot air into mine. I squeezed her breasts even harder, until she squealed.

But she egged me on. I did not know what possessed me or where I got the power from but it felt like the force with I was fucking her was increasing with each of my thrusts. She grabbed each of my ass cheeks and dug her fingernails into them and scratched. I felt my skin burning. I was sure she drew blood.

"Fuck! " I screamed, but not too loudly. "Fuck! Fuck..oh god!!" I put my hands under her knees and pushed them up to her head, doubling her up. I ran my hands on her thick, hard thighs, and slapped them hard.

"Ah! Oy! Ouch!" she responded with each slap. I made a blade of my palm and ran it down her ass crack, and as I reached her asshole I turned my hand and gently placed my finger on her asshole. I could feel her hair there, sticky and slimy with the juices from her cunt. I pushed my finger in and she winced and grimaced, "Aiyo, slow..slow, ah.. Ok .. ok fuck my ass...aiy..aaaaah," She moaned in sync with my thrusts. Then suddenly out of nowhere I felt myself cumming. I pulled my finger out from inside her asshole and grabbed her by her shoulders and started thrusting furiously.

"Oh, fuck, fuck. I am going to cum.. Fuck. yes, yes, yes," I grunted.

Neeta raised her palms and held them tightly against my face. "Oh, OK. OK, Yes. Fuck! Yes, cum now..ok.. I can feel it.. Ok..o...k..."

I gave one almighty heave and thrust into her with a tremendous force. She let out a loud grunt, "Aiyoooo, Appppaaaaa..." And then both of us went stiff as my dam broke. My cock throbbed against her cunt walls as cum spewed out of it. Oh fuck! What a feeling! I could imagine ropes of my cum rocketting out of the hole of my cock. She was motionless, looking into middle distance as she felt each jerk of cum, as my cock pulsed against her cunt. At the end of it I flopped down hard on her. I could feel her heart beating against my chest. Our bodies rose and fell in unison. I placed my lips against her sweaty, sticky face and kissed her. She tuned and licked my cheek and then pulled my face around and gave me an open mouthed kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, she pushed me off of her, got up and went to the bathroom, naked. Her ass looked divine, and even at the moment, I wanted to rush her, grab her ass and kiss her cheeks.

She had on a long T-shirt when she came back and lay down next to me, quietly. After about five minutes I rose and went to the bathroom and came and lay on the bed.

She turned to me and said, "Oh, Ramu, what the hell! We fucked... we fucked! God! Can you imagine!"

"Oh! I can... I have.. Imagined," I said.

"What?"

"Neeta, I have always dreamed of fucking you. Don't tell me you never thought of me that way!"

"Shut up! I Never.. What. you and I fucking? No way! Remember that last year in Delhi...I tied a rakhi for you.. You know what it means?"

"I know. But don't you also remember I protested that. I did not want that. Boy, Neeta.. When you came back from the gulf ...you , I mean.. You were one hot chick.!"

"Shut Up!"

"No, really. We boys couldn't stop talking about you. Man, I was lucky I could come over to your house and, you know, see you now and then. I thought about you a lot!"

"Thought? You mean fantasized? I had no idea. Were there others?"

"Maybe, but I remember you, shall we say, played a starring role in my fantasies."

She slapped my hand playfully.

I rolled over and put my hand under her shirt and cupped her tit, and then rolled my fingers over her nippled. I asked, "So you never thought of me that way?"

"Not then, no. But when I saw you at your house, maybe a little."

I squeezed her tit a little harder, and she gasped and took in her breadth and slapped my hand once more, playfully.

I ventured, "So how is it with Visha,,,,,"

"No. Let's not go there. I won't talk about it!"

I let it go, and we just lay there for a while. A long time passed while we said nothing to each other. Then suddenly she said, "What fantasies?"

"What?!" I jerked up and looked at her. I had almost dozed off, incredibly.

"What did you fantasize about? With me. You said..."

"Oh!" I cut her off. "You, the usual stuff. We were young. Stuff just comes in your head."

"Tell me," she insisted.

"OK! Well for one. I was a virgin. I imagined you were too. I hoped we'd lose our virginities to each other."

At this, she laughed. "Well, I lost my virginity to Vishal during the last year of college. So may be you were on the right track. What else?"

"Well, some shit like that."

She looked at me. "I guess you imagined doing all that you saw in porn with me. Don't tell me you did not watch porn. I know you guys jerk off to porn together."

"No way! All my porn was private! And yes, I imagined you and I doing some of that."

She kept going. "Tell me. What else? I have not seen any porn. Really. I only read stuff."

I did not fall for it and kept quiet.

She suddenly blurted out, "Anal? You wanted it didn't you. You put your finger in my ass!"

"What?!" I cried out and jerked up to look at her. She had turned red, and was smiling slyly.

"See," she teased. "I knew it. You guys have a dirty mind."

"Well, if you ask me, then yes, That for starters..."

"Well, you are not getting that from me. Forget it. Go get someone else!" she sounded cross.

We kept going back and forth like this for a while. Suddenly, I found my cock stiffening. And amazingly, she realized that too and reached out for it. Without a word she started stroking it, and when it reached its full potential, she got up, leaned in and put her mouth on it.

She immediately jerked up and turned her face away. "Uh, ho, you did not clean yourself!"

"Oh.. no.. I am sorry!" I apologized, and tried to get up.

But she pushed me down, saying "Too late!" And then proceeded to spit on my cock. She spread her spit across the head and top portion of my cock, cleaning it in a sense and then proceeded to give me an excruciatingly painful and joyous and glorious blow job.I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted to come in her mouth. I held her head steady and fucked her from below. A little precum oozed on her tongue, but she did not mind it.

After a while she lifted her head, and I heard a "plop" as my cock slipped out of her mouth. She looked at me, tilted her head and asked,"Happy?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She pushed my head down and straddled it with her thighs, raised her shirt and put her cunt right on my face. I was treated to a glorious, magnificent and wonderful sight of her cunt lips. I could see she had creamed beautifully and strands of thick, white juices were dripping from them. I lapped them like a dog. She started grinding her pussy on my mouth and I fucked her orally. She moved up and down, holding steady for a while at her clit on every stroke. It did not take long for her to come.When she did, she trembled all over. She raised herself slight;y and cupped her crotch and let our a long wail, "ooooooh, aaaaaah, ammmmmaaaaa...fuuuuk!" And then she rolled off me.

My penis was still as stiff as a flagpole. I could have fucked her anyway I wanted and she was in no position to resist. I lay down and pulled her on top of me. She raised her torso to mount me, but I stopped her. "Turn around."

"What?" she asked.

"Turn around and fuck me. I want to see your fucking ass. You have a fantastic ass. I want to see your hairy asshole. If I can't fuck it, at least let me see it!!"

She giggled softly as she turned and mounted me, "Pervert!"

I was always fascinated by girl's assholes. I had never fucked a girl anally but anal sex was one of my favorite scenes to watch in porn, and I always focussed on the woman's asshole, inexplicably. Neeta's asshole was puckered and was very, very dark. She had strands of long hair coming out of it. And as she leaned forwrad while fucking me, her asshole opened and revealed incredibly pink folds inside. Juices from her cunt flowed down on my cock and dribbled on to her asshole, lubricating it and making the entrance slimy. I could not resist. I inserted my middle finger up to the second knuckle.

"Oyyy, Aiyoo, fuck, don't do that!" she turned around and hissed at me.

I removed my finger. She went at it for a long time. Then when I was about to come, she raised herself and let my thick cock slip out of her vagina. She gripped my cock gently and proceeded to jerk me off. I moaned and groaned with pleasure. And she continued to jerk my cock as long ropes of cum spurted from it. When I was done, she gave a final jerk and squeezed and laughed, "OH...MY... GOD!! You cum a lot! WOW, that was too much!!"

Later on we had dinner standing in her kitchen and I reminded her that I had to go back. It was embarrassing to talk to Arun after this. I tried to avoid eye contact whenever we chatted about Neeta or his mother. I was sure he did not suspect anything even when Neeta came visiting and he let the two of us alone in the apartment for a few hours. Or when I took day trips with the excuse of visiting a museum or art exhibition in Neeta's city.

Neeta and I had sex a few more times in the next three months. Four to be exact. Twice at her house and twice in my apartment. We had not engaged in anything other than normal sex. I tried to talk her into anal but to no avail. On one occasion, I came close to ejaculating in her mouth, but at the last moment I chickened out and plastered her face. She was furious for a while. All I had then was just more fond memories.

After the first session at my apartment, I confessed to her my panty fetish, but didn't go as far as telling her about hers and her mom's panties I stole during those days we were in Delhi. "Oh my!" she said, playfully. "You are a pervert!" The few times we had sex after that, she would wipe her pussy clean with her panty and hand it to me, and said, "Here, you pig! Keep it and remember me for the rest of your life!" Once she gave me a packet containing a couple of used panties and added, "I haven't washed them. Been wearing them for a couple of days and saving them for you, you fucking asshole!"

Our affair stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Vishal decided to take up a consulting gig in Calcutta. And that was that. It was strange that I did not see Neeta or Vishal again, though we were only a short train or plane ride away.

After a year of training, I was posted to the regional office in Chennai but Arun continued to live in Bangalore and had moved to a single bedroom apartment. We communicated via email and also sporadically talked over the phone. But gradually that too stopped. After about a year I was sent on a project in the US. When I last spoke to Arun before leaving he said he had some plans for the near future and he was happy where he was.

Not long after that he sent an email saying he was getting married. I thought to myself, "Wow! That was quick. His parents must have arranged a girl for him." I called him one Saturday to get the lowdown on what was happening.

"Ya, da Ramu, I thought it was time I settled down. Amma (mom) and Appa (dad) also agreed and they liked the girl. They had seen her before, so..."

"Wait!" I interrupted, "So you found a girl by yourself. Wow! So, what, you met and fell in love and proposed, was it how it went? Nice work, da, Arun. Good for you!"

"Actually, ya, da. Something like that. Well you know her too. You've seen her..."

"Who? Who are we talking about. Your wife.. I mean future wife?"

"Yeah. You remember Madhu?"

"Madhu..Madhu...that...that girl.. The girl who used to come to our aunty and uncle's house in Bangalore? Their, their grand-daughter... That Madhu?" I asked, quite in shock.

"Ya, da. The very same. She's good, right? After you left we spent a lot of time together, and got close. And one thing led to another and I proposed and she accepted. Of course I asked amma first before I did it," he laughed softly.

"Hey. Yeah. She's ... she is a nice, quiet girl. Good for you. Wait, you said one thing led to another. What?" I asked, laughing and mocking him. "Tell me, how far did you go, you lucky sonofabitch! I didn't know you had it in you!"

Arun pushed back immediately, "No. No. Nothing like that. We did nothing. Have not done anything yet. Are you kidding me? I wouldn't know what to do!"

"OK. OK. When is the wedding?"

"Like, in a month. Can you come?"

"Oh, no da. I cannot. Project is still on. I will catch up with you when I get back, definitely."

"Oh, Ok," Arun said, a little dejected.

"Hey, Arun. Congrats!" I said, still grappling with the news. "Does she remember me?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.

"Oh yeah. She does. She still remembers you are a good cook and spent a lot of time in the kitchen." We both laughed at that. But I was sure she remembered other things about me. About the two of us - she and me. I did.

"OK, Arun. All the Best, " I said. And after a brief pause I added, "Enjoy yourself!"

He chuckled at that. "Yeah. Thanks!"

"Wow!" I thought to myself, "Madhu. Of all the girls, he chose Madhu!"

My Flashback

"Hey Madhu," I said, approaching her as she was watering some plants. Aunty and uncle (her grandparents) were by the front gate talking to some other couple and could not see or hear us. Arun was out meeting his friends from cricket.

"Hey!" she said. "Thanks for the gift! It is a nice addition to my collection."

Her birthday was sometime during the past week and Arun and I got her gifts and had given it to her earlier in the day. Arun gave her a book on Probability (boring) and I gave her a snowglobe of the Taj Mahal, knowing that she collected such stuff.

"I have something else for you," I said, not too loudly. I handed her a small gift wrapped packet.

"Why? You already gave me one, no?"

"Yes. But that was for the benefit of the others, so they could see what I gave you. This.. this is special. A secret. Just between you and me," I said, looking straight at her.

She widened her eyes in astonishment and managed to say, "Oh.. eh.. I .. mm OK. Thanks, again. You shouldn't have."

She took the packet from me and absent-mindedly turned it over in her hands this way and that.

"Don't open it now. Keep it for later."

"Oh Ok," she smiled, playing along.

What Arun's mom had said kept playing in my mind ever since she left. No Guts, No Glory. No Pain, No Gain. I have to take the first step.

I had noticed that Madhu had a nice backside. When she wore a pair of jeans or shorts, they stretched across her ass, cupping and exposing her cheeks exquisitely. On occasions her pantyline was clearly visible, and to a panty maniac like me, it did not take too long to figure out the size and type and brand of panties she wore. I bought five pairs of panties of different colors and designs at a boutique lingerie shop in a posh shopping complex in Bangalore. I surprised myself with the confidence with which I approached the sales girl and told her exactly what I wanted, as I had done my research well. The sales girl smiled coyly as she handed me the gift wrapped package and said, "Lucky girl!" And then she looked me up and down and added, "Lucky man!"

Madhu took the package and quietly went upstairs. She wouldn't know what was in the package until she unwarped it. And I did not want to be around when she found out. Would she be embarrassed? Shy? Expose me to her parents? To Arun? What would I do if she did? I never planned for these scenarios. I only knew I had to make the move and I did it. I really had no clue as to where it would lead me or us. How far would she go? What would she make of my intentions, which I confess were not really honorable? I just wanted to have some fun for a while. Would she misconstrue my motives? Would she think I was serious? In love with her? What? I had no idea. Only time would tell.

The next morning I saw aunty, uncle and Madhu sitting and chatting in the veranda of the house, having their morning coffee as I returned from my jog.

"Good morning uncle, good morning aunty," I said as I closed the gate behind me,

I looked up at Madhu. She looked away. And she blushed, embarrassed, and smiled awkwardly. Her face became flushed with color and was very obvious even though she was not that fair.

"Oh hello Ramu," aunty said. "Come sit. Madhu, go get some coffee for Ramu."

By the time Madhu came back with the coffee I was in an animated conversation with uncle. As she bent to give me the coffee, our eyes met, and we held our stare for a few seconds. She smiled, and I knew that instant that our secret was safe.

Arun and I went out together that afternoon to watch a movie with friends, and while Araun stayed back with them for dinner (and drinks at a bar), I returned home as it was still early evening. As I opened the main gate I saw Madhu standing upstairs on the open terrace. We looked at each other for a while, but she did not move. I made sure her grandparents were still inside the house, and made my way up the common staircase to the terrace.

She must have heard me approaching because she was standing in the well of the staircase, hidden from view of other houses, waiting for me. As our eyes met, she blushed once again, bit her lips, and leaned back against the wall. Her hands were behind her back as she stared at me. She was wearing a salwar-kameez that was tight against her body and accentuated her every curve.

I did not know what to say or do. She was nervous. I could see her chest raising and falling slowly. She licked her lips. Then she said, "Why? Why did you do that? What if someone finds out? Amma is very strict. Grandma is very nosy. You shouldn't have. I cannot have them. It is too dangerous!"

All I could say absurdly was, "Really? Then give them back."

By this time I was close to her. I could feel her hot breath and I knew she could feel mine. She has some rose-petal scented perfume on and she smelt heavenly. I reached my hand and placed it on her arm.

She flinched, and wrenched free. "No! I can't. I don't want to..no we shouldn't!!" she almost shouted. But even in that situation she made sure her voice was not too loud.

"Madhu, I will not do anything you don't want to. I promise," I assured her.

I reached forward and put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her against the wall. I moved my face towards hers and she tensed immediately. I could feel her holding her breath, frightened and nervous, unsure of what was happening.

"No!"

"Madhu, have you been with a boy before?"

"What? No. No!"

I did not say anything. We just looked at each other for about ten seconds. She was still breathing heavily, her chest heaving. Gradually, I could feel her relaxing. She breaths quieted down and she moved her eyes from mine down to my lips, and back up again.

I kissed her lips. She gasped, pushed back and tensed once more. I released my hands and put them on the wall, and moved my lips off of hers after about five seconds. Then I kissed her again. This time I opened my lips and let my tongue lick her lips. She let out a little yelp through her closed mouth. But I did not give up. I kept the pressure of my tongue on her lips until she opened her mouth, and I put my tongue inside her mouth.

It was electric. And I knew she felt it too as she moaned with her mouth open. "Mmmmm, mmmm" She tried to push me away but I held. And just like that I felt her resistance disappear. She relaxed in the next fraction of a second and allowed my tongue to play with hers. I could taste her saliva, and she mine. It was delirious and delicious and euphoric! I had kissed a lot of girls before but my most recent experience was with aunty (Arun's mom). But this was different. This was the girl's first kiss and she had it with me! She was pure and innocent and immaculate.

We parted after what seemed an eternity. Both of us were gasping for air. But the look on her face! Wow! The feeling of ecstasy and pleasure as she smiled shyly at me. Her entire face seemed aglow and flushed. I smiled back at her and we rearranged ourselves for our next kiss.

This time I placed my hands on her back and as we kissed, I drew them down her back. She tightened and tensed again and I stopped. But only until I felt her relax. Then I drew my palms down her back, over her bra straps, feeling the small of her back, her firm, beautiful flesh through the thin fabric of the salwar. And them over her waist and her hips until I cupped her ass cheeks with my palms and dug in and pulled her to me. I could feel her panties tight against her ass.

She pulled back and broke the kiss as she felt my hands exploring her ass cheek. She did not say anything but just looked at me.

"Oh. Aiyoo. Ramu.. no, no. I cannot...!" she complained.

I grabbed her ass cheeks as gently as I could, and squeezed and pulled them apart without hurting her, and at the same time I pushed forward and positioned my crotch against her. I could feel my thick, distended penis rub against her body, and was certain she could too.

"Amma, no. Please!"

"Ok. Ok, Madhu. No more. Let's just.. Just.." I did not know what to say. All of a sudden I found myself on my knees with my face scrunched against her crotch. She doubled down and screamed silently, "Whaaaat? What are you doing...oh.. Amma...!"
I looked up at her and then back at her crotch and placed my face between her legs. I could feel the soft flesh there, through her dress and panties. "Oh! God! So beautiful..!!' was all I could say.

"Madhu!! Hey, Madhu, where are you?" A voice rang up from the bottom of the staircase.

We both froze as we were. Aunty was calling her from down below. Then all of a sudden, we parted.

"Oh! Paati (grandma). I am here. I will come down in a minute." Madhu called back in as normal a voice as she could.

"Yes. Come down, what are you doing there? Don't you know you need to get ready? Your mother will be here any minute."

"Yes. Yes. Paati, coming, coming now," Madhu called back. By now, she had rearranged her dress and hair. She looked at me inquiringly and I nodded. She rushed down the stairs, but she hesitated at the landing and gave me a long, shy but naughty glance, before calling out to her grandma, "oh. It was nice on the terrace. Lots of cool breeze, paati..."

End of flashback

"Fuck! I thought to myself. "Of all the girls in India, Arun had to go get married to HER!"​