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 My Story (Part 8)

      My jealousy notwithstanding, the three of us drew closer as days went by and became more and more daring.  I was living a heady life that, by no means, could be classified as staid.  I took sex as an essential part of my existence that I enjoyed extraordinarily. More I loved more I wanted to be one with the object of my love; and Debi was that person in my life.

      I had a purely sexual interest in Ajit, but that part of me was carefully guarded from Debi, lest I should offend her.  I was mature enough to conceive that fantasies whispered during sex often are just that.

      Ajit's presence made my juices flow; yet I did not feel that I had to have him. So far as friendship went, I regarded him as close as any; and I think he felt the same way. That is not to say that he ever failed to steal a glance in my direction — especially when I wore slightly revealing clothes.  I have caught him off guard staring at my cleavage. I have wondered about it. At the risk of sounding conceited, I must admit that people find me worth a second look; but, Debi has had a far better figure, with ample yet firm breasts. Her shapely waist curved down to the most perfect derriere I have ever seen. At five-five she had the right fullness that would rival that of any centerfold. So, Ajit's stares obviously flattered me. My breasts have a wider valley between them, and that — I guess — makes them sort of mysterious to some men; or so I have learnt. I had a much more flat stomach in my teenage years that accentuated the firmness of my breasts. Saree really looked good on me and I knew it. So, I would occasionally remember to dress rather provocatively with sleeve-less blouses that showed the gradual slope of my full breasts and the valley between them — if I chose to. Apparently, that had a dual outcome: It turned Debi on too. She has rarely — even in public — been able to hide her desire to be close to me when I dressed that way.

      It was a breezy evening in late April that I found myself strolling down the Hooghly river with the two of them. We were talking about a lot of things, ranging from academics to politics and politics to entertainment. In a natural progression the subject turned to sex while dwelling on films.  Ajit started describing this South Indian film that he had been to with a few of his classmates. The film was about a village boy falling madly in love with an older woman in her thirties.  From what he was describing, a lot of steamy scenes had escaped the scissors. Listening to Ajit describe the scene where the boy (presumably) masturbates while spying on the object of his infatuation while she is (presumably) indulging herself in the shower and then getting caught by her, only to be drawn inside the bathroom for her own pleasure (presumably), I became a little aroused. I could feel the lips between my legs swelling and parting. As we walked side by side I imagined the entire scene where the boy has his wish come true in the woman's bathroom. I pictured the woman kneeling in front of the boy, his adolescent cock standing up in front of him... inches from her eager mouth. Snippets of such shots fleeted past in my imaginative brain; I wished Debi and I had accompanied him to that movie — I wanted to do it with them while watching the movie in the darkened theater.

      By the time we reached a nice spot by the river, where we could sit down on a clean bench, we had walked about three miles along the bank; and with the slow pace of our stroll, I had been rubbing my clitoris between my thighs with every step.  I felt the juice trickling down my inner thighs. If I wished I could have probably come that way — while walking beside them and listening to Ajit's watered-down account of the movie — but I did not. (I really do not remember if I was unaware of the potential or simply did not want to do it that way; but, assuredly, I since discovered that it is easily achieved!)

      We sat down on a bench under the huge tree. The bench was surprisingly clean, despite being under the tree. It was already quite dark and Debi sat close to Ajit... 'almost on his lap,' I thought to myself. She, I'm sure, was also no less aroused by the story she was listening to. I could not see her face clearly but could make out her glistening eyes. I wasn't sure what would happen next, but my heart was pounding and my cunt was throbbing.

"So, why didn't you take me to see the movie?" Debi demanded, with one of her hands resting palm down on the bulge on his lap.

"Debi, I went with the guys without any plan." Ajit said. He and one of his buddies from the Zoology department went out to this theatre to watch something else. The film was no longer playing and they ended up seeing this one — he explained.

"Aw'right; but what did you guys do in the theatre, as you watched?" Debi's risque query told me that she was aroused.

"NOTHING!!" Ajit said quite emphatically and, looking at her with a smile, added "God! Debi... what will Sharmi think?" That was a redundant comment, for 'Sharmi' and the two have had raunchier exchanges between them. It was, of course, part of that intimacy.

"It's pretty late, maybe we should head back" Debi said quite abruptly.

"Umm... sure ..." Ajit nodded in agreement, "But let's enjoy the breeze for a while."

"OK ..." Debi looked in my direction and added, "We'd have to walk back to the bus-stop"

      Talk about a let down! Here I was, horny and dripping, and the two of them were trying to behave cool as cucumbers. I could sit there and finger myself to a good orgasm within a few minutes! My brain was about to explode inside my skull.

"Dipankar is going to be here sometime next month" Ajit said looking straight ahead at the flowing water. Did I detect a hint of excitement in his voice?

"Really!" Debi sounded interested.

      God! What was I thinking? Did I expect Ajit and Debi to engage in wild sex right there on the bench and invite me in their frolic? After the breeze had cooled me down a bit, I almost laughed out loud in embarrassment at my unexpressed thoughts.

"Yeah... let's start back" I forced myself to agree... and squeezed my thighs together, as if to stifle a bawl from my unruly and disappointed cunt.

      For the next five or ten minutes, we talked about other things and about Dipankar and then headed back to where the buses would stop. We boarded the first bus that came along.  From there, all went to the Esplanade. It was quite empty and Debi and I sat down on the small seat by the gate. Ajit stood in front of us. That stretch of the ride being a short one, I guess he wanted to be closer to us. I glanced at his fly and noticed the distinct bulge. I looked at Debi and found her looking in that general direction. She looked at me, winked with a naughty smile, and gave my hand a squeeze. My love canal started throbbing again.

"Are you two hot?" Ajit threw the double-edged query at us. It was almost May, after all, and it was humid and hot. Looking up at him, I saw the glitter in his eyes and the all too familiar impish grin exposing the crowns of his perfect teeth.  He had realized the dubious nature of his question.

"What do you think?" I smiled back at him.

"Well... you are sweating ..." Ajit winked at me.

"So I am, Ajit," I said. Then looking at Debi I asked, "So... Debi... What is he going to do about it ....?"

"I don't know... why don't you ask him?" Debi said.

There wasn't anybody near us and the bus made enough sound to muffle our low-pitched conversations. Yet, a middle-aged lady sitting across from us gave me a dirty look. I guess, she had a better hearing than most.

"Well, do you carry a fan or something with you?" I looked at his fly and asked. Something in me that evening made me more risque than usual — and I couldn't care less what the fellow passengers thought.

"I do... but... Debi needs the fan ..." Ajit stooped down and whispered between our ears.

      Well, our boldness had advanced to a point where almost anything went in our conversations. Sometimes Ajit would steer our conversation in that general direction from where he could be more explicit with us.  I had the distinct feeling that the openness was more for my benefit.  I did not mind; nor did Debi. We gathered our fodder for wild fantasies from what Ajit would say.  It was a strange thing... now that I look back!

      I said 'bye' to them and boarded the 2B that was about to depart from the Dharmatala stop. It was nine already and it was another thirty-minute ride home. The bus was almost empty the rest of the way. A petit girl, of about my age, sat across from me and we exchanged smiles. She was beautiful with her big eyes and a perfect pair of lips that reminded me of the medieval sculptures. Her hair, made up in a single braid, was lying across her front, along the contour of her rather full breasts. I couldn't help but stare at her mesmerizing beauty.  She obviously felt embarrassed, for she smiled an awkward smile again and crossed over to where I was sitting. She tried to make light of the situation by sitting down beside me and striking a conversation.

"Are you going all the way?" She asked with a shy smile. 'Was everybody talking in riddles tonight!' I remember wondering. I had to engage a mental brake to keep me from scandalizing my companion.

"Er... no... and you?" I replied. "I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but you are beautiful." I added. Now, it is not at all unusual for one woman to compliment another this way and, let me assure you in no uncertain terms, that it does not carry any other connotation. She blushed.

"So are you," she said, "my name is Jayati." (Well, of course I don't remember her name. I am having to make one up.)

"I am Sharmila" I said. "Where do you live?"

"I live in Ballygunj... but I am now going to my aunt's place in Manicktala; I'll spend the night there with my cousin. We will be going on a trip to Digha early morning tomorrow."

"You'll have to take the bus from the Esplanade, I suppose?" I carried on.

"Right. I wish there was a train," she said, "I hate long bus rides."

"So do I." I empathized and looked at her eyes.

      She helped me divert my attention away from the urgency between my legs. I enjoyed a pleasant ride with her for the next fifteen minutes before she got down at her stop. I looked at her as she waved a short good-bye standing at the stop. She reminded me of myself and I could not get her face out of my mind. The more I thought about her, more her Eloraic beauty captured my imagination; and soon I found myself fantasizing.

      When I reached home, I could feel the crotch of my panties soaked through again.  I rushed upstairs and into the bathroom with my head filled with the memory of the mild yet intoxicating scent that had drifted from her and into my nostrils. I could hear Ma calling after me for supper even as I was closing the door shut behind me; but I had to relieve the pressure that had been building up in my bladder for the last hour.

      I lay in my bed naked. The elaborate shower before the supper had done little except heighten my arousal. Throughout, I kept thinking about my fellow passenger and her exquisite beauty. I had touched myself under the shower teasingly, knowing that I was going to reward myself later in my bed. And now I was doing just that. The silence of the warm and humid night around me was only broken by the monotonous hum of the ceiling fan cooling my naked body.

      As I caressed my hard nipples between my fingers, I imagined that 'Jayati', my beautiful fleeting acquaintance, was lying on top of me, kissing me with her full shapely lips. My nipples were brushing against hers and sending sparks through my body while she rubbed my clitoris with the palm of her soft hand.

      I felt her tongue inside my juice-filled cunt as my own two fingers traveled in and out in a deliberate phallic motion.  She was lapping me up hungrily —— and I was obliging her,  quenching her thirst for me. Her long jade-black hair flowed freely on the flat of my stomach, shielding my sex while she feasted. I felt her soft cheek brush against my inner thighs as she moved her head up and down... side to side. I felt the wet spot — where the roundness of my buttocks met the sheet — expanding. Her mouth made slurping sounds at my dripping cunt, as she spread my lips down there with her own soft, shapely lips, while driving her tongue deep — twisting it to lick my inside...

"Nnnnnnggggggh...." I moaned in delight. "Lick me... yesssss... yessss... eat my cunt... eat it... goooood... uh... uh... uhhhhhhhhhhnggggggg ..." My supine naked form writhing in ecstasy, I came in her beautiful mouth... my own tongue darting out and finding her clit ....

      I drifted off after the short but intense sex... I dreamt of Debi and Ajit, lying naked by the river; and while I ate them in turns... a beautiful girl, with dark flowing hair, Eloraic lips and a smile that would melt any rock, straddled their faces ....

I could not remember her name in my dream.

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(To be Continued)