A Note from Me:

I have been told that, for the reader to be able to comprehend and enjoy the eroticism in My Story, I need to include a few explanations about certain socio- cultural aspects. So, the introduction to this part will be about those that have already figured in the story.

I was addressing Debi as "Moni-di": Indians, in general, do not address somebody older by her/his first name. That is considered rude and uncivilized. Instead, an order of kinship and familial addressing system has been developed that is followed even between strangers. While in some parts of India people are slowly moving away from such traditions, Bengal still follows it. Older sister and brother are addressed as Didi and Dada, respectively, in Bengali. Those are rather generic and usually within a family setting, extended or nuclear, the short suffix of -Di or -Da are used (e.g. Sharmila-di). In some families, like mine, it is insisted that the real given name not be used as it would be tantamount to calling her/him by name. So, endearingly, Debi was called "Moni-di" by her juniors in her family; and, since we had none addressed in our family by that name, we had adopted it too. To my juniors in our immediate extended family, I am known as "Shona-di". To my more distant cousins, I am "Sharmi-di". Sometimes, by the permission of the addressee, one is allowed to use the real name. This also is a sign of closeness between the two. Hence the change from "Moni-di" to "Debi".

Kissing in Public: It is not so much a taboo as it is a question of sensitivity. Kissing is part of the foreplay that leads to sex. Lovers' kiss in India is part of an intimacy that is only to be enjoyed in private. It is not as trivial as it is in the West. If kissing were a taboo, it would have remained from the mainstream literature. Far from it, joining of lips between lovers has been described by Indian poets and bards in exhalting details through millenia. Thus, the mores against public displays of intimacy are rather esoteric, in my opinion.

The Usual Disclaimer: Please do not proceed any further than this line if you are not an adult. The following contains description of sexual intimacy between two human beings that care about each other. If anything but the most missionary offends you, you are advised to move on.

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My Story (Part 6)

      In the next few months that followed, Debi, Ajit and I had gotten closer — psychologically speaking. We would meet almost every other day at a coffee shop in South Calcutta. Our conversations ranged from politics to sex. Debi and I would strike up conversations about her sex life with Ajit and he would join in, describing, albeit allegorically, what they had done the last time. They still had not, however, progressed to the essential union. Both of them, for some esoteric reason, had wanted to wait more. Nonetheless, they were (and I was) having fun exactly the way it was. I took satisfaction in the knowledge that the only sex that Debi's touched was mine. Sometimes when Ajit came in her hand too quickly, especially when he would have a prior exposure to some juicy erotica — and Debi would not want to be just frigged — she would come over to our place unannounced and surprise me. The surprise would spill over well into the night after the rest of the house fell asleep.

      My big days came and went. I did rather well in the Joint Entrance and in my Higher Secondary. All through that time I never stopped being with Debi. Indeed, I realized later that, I could not have done well in my exams if I had. I would have constantly thought about sex and my studies would have suffered. Of course, Debi was instrumental in not allowing me to remain consumed with thoughts of sex. She took charge during that month and never let me stay awake past midnight.

      I got into Calcutta Medical College. I was also accepted at a very reputable college down South, but, of course, decided to remain in Calcutta. Debi and Ajit were by then in their final year of college. Both were going to graduate with Bachelors in Physics. Since my college is in the central part of the city, and almost next door to theirs, the Presidency, the three of us met everyday. Sometimes, after college, Debi would come home with me and spend the night.

      For two weeks, right before and during the Christmas-New Year holidays, I went away with my family to visit one of my aunts who lived in another city, in another state. Needless to say, during that time, I missed Debi — my own fingers failing to fill the void. I could not wait to get back to Calcutta.

       I went straight to Debi's place the same evening we were back. It was a Saturday. She quickly took me to her room, asked Sutapa to get lost, and closed the door. I hugged her tight and kissed her on the lips. She reciprocated by putting her arms around me and squeezing my buns. I had gotten wet between my legs in anticipation even as I was riding the bus to her home. And, now her smell made my cunt throb inside.

      Debi broke our embrace and said, "I have something to show you..." and with that, she opened the lock to her personal cupboard and brought out a slender white thing that resembled a tooth-brush holder — only much thicker. It was about eight inches in length and an inch in diameter, with one end smoothly tapered; and I had a vague sense of familiarity with its shape that I couldn't quite put my finger on right away. Debi held it up in her hand, her fist around the base, and it took me a few seconds to figure out what it was. And then, the next moment, the apparent familiarity with its shape became clear. We have had seen pictures of it — and of its uses — in certain magazines that Debi (and Ajit) so brazenly procured for our mutual perusal.

"Wow, Debi..." I exclaimed, "where did you get THAT?!"

"Ajit's cousin brought it" Debi explained, "You know, the one he always talks about..."

"You mean...that Dipankar?" Ajit had talked about his cousin who lives in the USA. Dipankar's parents, both architectural engineers, had emigrated when Dipankar was about five. In due course, they became US citizens. He and Ajit are almost the same age, Dipankar being older by about six months.

"Ajit apparently asked him to bring this for me and you" Debi explained, handing me the thing.

"You mean Dipankar knows about me and you?" I asked with a little embarrassment. I guess I had grown up too much and did not like anybody else in on our intimacy.

"No, no..." Debi calmed me down, "Ajit did not tell him anything about you, so don't worry."

"So... Have you used it?" I asked, trying to figure out how it works.

"No..." Debi took a step closer and, putting a hand over one of my breasts, whispered in my ears "I was waiting for you to get back... no fun alone."

"Does it need batteries?" I asked.

"Yeah, and I have put them in." Taking the object of our discussion from my hand she turned it on by twisting the base. The thing made a low pitch noise.

"Want to try it out now?" I was brazen.

"You must be crazy... Sharmi..." Debi tried to pour some cold water on me, "You know Sutapa will be back any time. We have to wait till later... maybe tomorrow at your place?"

"And what do you think I do in the mean time?" I complained with genuine hurt in my voice.

"Oh... Sharmi... you are very very naughty and incorrigible" Debi said, "OK let me do you..." with that, she had one of her hands inside my sari. I reciprocated and we were on her bed the very next moment, rubbing each other with our hands.

"Oh... Oh... Oh..." Debi was no less horny; her passage was definitely slippery.

"So... you didn't want it... eh?" I looked into her eyes as I inserted one finger into her cunt.

"God... I missed you..." Debi tweaked my clit between her two fingers...

"Oh yeah? Not as much as I did..." We were lying on our sides, facing each other, with our arms straight inside each other's sari, through the waist. It was not a very comfortable position. I was horny enough not to mind the slight discomfort I felt in my left arm, with the palm facing out at Debi's cunt. Debi didn't seem to mind either...

"You and Ajit did not frig each other all this time?" I am blunt when horny.

"Did... oh... oh... oh... yes... faster... but... he... has been... rather busy... with his... cousin..." Debi was already bucking her hips at me with her eyes closed. From her breathing I could tell that she was not going to last too long...

"Yesss... want to finish it... Debi... my Debi..." I asked while keeping a steady pressure on her clit.

"Yess... Yesss... oh... yesss..." She whispered loudly, "haven't done it for a week... nnnngggghhhh... faster... rub it...rub it... my God... yeah... come... come with me...sweet Sharmi... are you ready...?"

I had been ready for the last week, too.

"Yesss... I'll do it... I'll come... fuck me... with your... finger... yeah... like that... yyyyeaaah... come...come... come..."

      We were frantic. In a tight embrace, our mouths locked as if in a vacuum and our bellies grinding against each other — oblivious of the cramp developing in our arms — we spent with a series of shudders. It was over as fast as it had started. For the next few minutes we lay in each other’s arms, one hand still between the other's legs...

There was no need for the new toy that evening!

      Debi came to our place the next morning. I happened to be downstairs and answered the door-bell. There she was, on our door-step and right behind her was Apollo.

"Hi there, Sharmi..." Debi was probably addressing me, "Look who's here with us"

Yeah... Debi, Ajit and Apollo.

"Hello...Ajit..."

"Not there, here..." Ajit passed a hand in front of my eyes...

"Yeah... Yeah... OK..." I could not take my eyes off Apollo.

"This is Dipankar, my cousin" Ajit introduced Apollo.

"Namashkaar...! How are you? I mean...blah blah blah..."

"Sharmi... Do you want us to stand here for the rest of the morning?" Debi interjected rather sharply. She had to; otherwise I would have kept on making a fool of myself.

      Yes! Dipankar has the most beautiful body and the most handsome face to go with it. He looked like Ajit a lot, but was a little taller with a head-full of wavy hair. Ajit is a shade darker than Dipankar. Ajit did not look athletic; Dipankar, you could tell, worked out regularly.

      Well, you guessed it: It was 'LOOOVE' at first sight. By the time we were up in my room, I was daydreaming. Strangely enough, I was not wondering about Dipankar's manhood like I used to about Ajit's. However, I was getting wet just the same — merely thinking about him.

      So, we got introduced to each other better once we were in my room. Apparently Ajit has talked about me a lot, sans the intimate details (I hoped). And Dipankar said that I looked even more beautiful than he had imagined. I was expecting some sort of a foreign accent in his Bengali and was impressed to find none. Later I learned that he visited Calcutta almost every year when he was in school. We kept on making small talk the rest of the morning; and I kept on looking at him and being horny. Debi guessed my state. She took me outside and asked, "You are horny, aren't you?" What could I say? I nodded helplessly.

"You want me to stay tonight?" She asked.

"Yes, did you bring that thing with you?" I asked.

"You know what? I did..." Debi smiled, "I had put it in my purse before I left... just in case..." So, Debi stayed back for lunch and beyond.

      It being Sunday, others in the house were settling down in their rooms with books and siesta while Debi and I went up to mine and closed the door securely.

      The winter afternoon was pleasant; even cool for a typical Bengali, and my room — being in the North of the house — was chilly. After a heavy traditional Sunday lunch, we were both feeling the chill even more. I rubbed my hands together and looked at Debi. She was looking just fantastic in her heavy saalwaar-kaameez. Her shapely figure was accentuated by the loose-fitting dress that hung provocatively from her shoulders and over the mounds of her beautiful breasts, a mysterious appeal carelessly shrouded from view. I looked at her eyes and she smiled back, sitting down on the bed. I picked up her purse and opened the clasp.

"Can't wait, can you?" leaning back on my bed with her hands supporting her torso, Debi commented at my eagerness.

"I am 'hot'..." I said, "I've been looking forward to seeing you since yesterday, you know!"

"Just seeing me?" Debi teased me.

"Yeah..." I had the 'THING' out in my hands, "and to watch you fuck yourself with this."

"Let's do it tonight, Sharmi," Debi said, "I just want to cuddle up with you now."

"You're going to stay tonight?" I asked with excitement in my voice.

"Yeah... my Ma knows that I am spending the night here."

"All right..." I dropped the thing back inside her purse and got out of my skirt. The panties followed the skirt on the floor and I climbed into my bed.

"So, you want to sit there fully clothed?" I asked Debi.

      She stood up and unbuttoned the kaameez, and I could see the smooth skin of the valley between her breasts. Sensuously, she slipped out of it and stood there in front of me in her loose-fitting pants, the saalwaar, and a skimpy bra.

"Wow!" I said with a low whistle, "when... where did you buy it?"

"At the New Market" she replied and pulled the cord of her saalwaar. Stepping out of the pants — that lay in a heap around her ankles — she added, "Ajit insisted that I bought these; you like them?"

      Her panties, an equally skimpy piece of clothing — if it could be termed as such — matched her bra. They barely covered her essentials. The bra was designed to accentuate the fullness of her breasts by separating them just enough while supporting the globes firmly (not that they needed any extra support). The upper border of the bra barely covered her large aureoles and the nipples started to show through the satiny fabric. I guess my admiring (and eager) stare had started to arouse her. The panties did nothing more than define the gorgeous area under her belly-button and between those slender shapely legs. Not only was the triangle of her pubic curls showing from either side, the awfully narrow piece, representing the crotch, did little to cover her labia. She looked edible enough.

"You look... mmmm... you are making me hot, Debi!" I said, "Did Ajit see you in this... of course not. All you two do is..."

"Soon... pretty soon." She said and crawled into the bed beside me.

I grabbed the comforter and covered ourselves with it. Debi's skin felt nice and warm against mine and we lay there for a while on our back, our bodies barely touching along the lengths of our arms. Debi wore a light perfume — a mildly seductive fragrance of Gardenia. Well, some would argue against that and would insist that Gardenia does not smell seductive, but — mixed with her natural scent — on Debi it did.

"Dipankar is beautiful, isn't he?" Debi spoke her mind finally.

"Oh...hmmm." I sighed my response. "But Ajit is handsome too, Debi." I made sure she was reminded.

"Sure... I know that, but Dipankar is... I don't know... like... like..."

"Apollo?" I finished her sentence.

"Apollo! You are right!" She said. Then she propped herself up beside me and, looking into my eyes, asked, "You are totally gone, aren't you?"

I put my arm around her neck and said, "But why would he be interested in a poor Bengali lass when he can date those blue-eyed blondes in America?"

"Don't be coy... you... you," Debi said, "You know any man would give his right arm to be able to be with you. God, I haven't seen a more beautiful girl!" She planted a kiss on my lips.

"Don't exaggerate Debi! Look at yourself in the mirror?" I always got embarrassed at such things from Debi.

"OK may be I have," she said with a chuckle and, pushing her thigh between my legs, added, "But that does not disprove what I just said."

"How would you know? You're not a man."

"No. I'm not. But when did that start bothering you?" Debi sounded hurt.

"Oh, Debi... I love you so much. You know what I meant." I said, pulling her thigh in towards me.

"Yeah... I know, I know... you need a big hard dick! I was just teasing. No, seriously, Ajit is always talking about you." Debi said, her soft hand gently passing over my breasts under my blouse, "If it were about someone else, I would have been mad."

"So you don't mind him admiring me?" I nuzzled my face up under her chin and whispered.

"Not at all... indeed it would be fun... me and you... and Ajit..."

      We were well into our lurid mood. I freed myself from her and propped myself up on my side, facing Debi, just as she was. Our nipples touched, sending a mild shock through my body. I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out; and I felt the tip of hers touching mine. We lay on our sides, our bodies touching only at our nipples through the fabrics. We played with our tongues.

"Aaaah... " Debi exhaled, "I wish Ajit was here with us." I always let her begin the fantasizing. Even at the height of my arousal, I managed to keep my senses about. I didn't want to risk anything that we had. One never knows how and when resentments on such things creep in. Once she started, I went along with it, never showing too much ardor. I fantasized about Ajit a lot. He had been a predominant subject — albeit never without Debi — during my solo sessions. That afternoon another face kept appearing alongside; and I could not let it go.

"And, Dipankar..." I let my fantasy be known.

"Yes..." Debi looked into my eyes and betrayed herself, "they both would be doing us... ooohhh... it's... it's..."

"So hot!" I finished her sentence and drew myself closer to her body. I pushed one of my thighs between her legs. My wet lips touched her skin — sending a shiver across my belly and up to my breasts.

"We would take turn sucking their cocks and they would suck our pussies..." Debi continued and reached between our bellies to pull the crotch of her panties to one side. Her bare cunt made contact with my thigh. Lying on our sides in a tight embrace, we started pushing our hips, gentle delight from the soft wet friction pervading our senses in the slow rhythm. We moaned and whispered our fantasies into each other's ears as we received pleasure from just being there in each other's arms — breasts to breasts, belly to belly — cunts pressed against thighs. After a while we stopped saying anything. We just breathed and purred into each other's mouths as we rocked and we squirmed for the whole afternoon without climaxing.

      That was indeed a first for us and it felt good; so good that, without having to say a word to that effect thus far, both of us knew that we didn't want to reach orgasm. When we finally broke embrace, we were virtually breathless. Our breathing during the past couple of hours had accelerated to such a pace that we felt light-headed.

"Ohhh!" Debi spoke after a while, "I feel like doing it into the night like this!" We were lying on our backs looking at the white ceiling. It was already getting dark. I looked at the table-clock beside my bed. It was half-past-four!

"I know... I don't want to open the door tonight." I said; and as I caressed the inside of her thigh with my fingers, I could feel the linen under my buttocks getting wet from my juices running down along the crease. It was a giddiness that I was almost afraid to let go — a feeling that I wished would last for an eternity. Debi felt the same way. She expressed it just the way I would have:

"I don't want to finish it," she said. There was — is — no better way to express it.

      We didn't want to leave the room and for the first time ever I realized the functionality of an attached bathroom. When I opened the door, my brother was standing there... about to knock. He is just about a year older than me and we have always been quite close. He looked at me quizzically and announced that Ma was worried that we were sleeping so late on a winter afternoon. I did not say anything meaningful and simply brushed past him towards the bathroom.

      That night, with the unfulfilled tension held over since the afternoon, we fucked each other with the vibrator till the battery gave up. It was definitely a new sensation, but I cannot say I liked the thing immensely. Nothing matches a warm mouth and a tongue or a real finger. However, the very idea of using a vibrator — of which so much have been made in photo shoots and other erotica — made us horny. I must admit that it felt good on the clit when I touched it very lightly.

      As we put the humming vibrator inside our cunts, we whispered our fantasies into to each other about Ajit and Dipankar fucking us both, taking turns; and that Ajit and Dipankar were watching us masturbating. We imagined them jerking off together as spectators — and every other conceivable lurid scenarios.

      Picturing them naked together and masturbating was what drove us over the peak and we climaxed blissfully, panting and huffing our wild fantasies into each others cunts. And, somewhat ungratefully, we hardly gave the vibrator a second glance before we fell asleep for that night.

***

      Our colleges reopened in the first week of January and Debi, Ajit and I started meeting up everyday as usual. Dipankar had left just before that. It was actually an official visit for him. He is an engineer by profession and was sent to Calcutta on business by his firm. I met him about twice since that morning, and he promised to return that summer for a longer visit. Debi and I now started including him regularly — along with Ajit — in our fantasies during love making. We discovered that the images of two boys in their twenties pleasuring us simultaneously drove us crazy with lust. Then we also discovered that we liked to fantasize about Ajit and Dipankar engaged in masturbation with each other. It drove Debi especially wild. I knew already that Debi was also quite impressed with Dipankar's good looks; and after a while I was convinced of the physical effect he had on her.

      It was during one such wild fantasizing session in the intimate privacy of our room that Debi decided to let me in on a secret. A secret that she had apparently kept from me till then, apprehensive of my reaction.

"You want to know about Dipankar?" She said. I was lying flat on my back and she was on her side with one thigh over my legs, caressing my breasts with a gentle massage. We had just finished each other off with our fingers.

+++++++++ end of part 6 (to be continued)