An Evening with the Girls - 2
The cigarettes and little black dresses
Previously
When I woke up that Saturday evening, groggy and a little irritated, I knew I had things to look forward to. The day’s conference was mind numbing. Except when I was speaking, everything else was soporific, to say the least. After I was done with my presentation, I texted Gurleen.
As I waited for her reply, I checked her pfp. It was a picture of her in light blue denims, with a yellow tee shirt. On her body, everything was tight. But, the fabric hugged her body in a way that made me want to see more of it. She was standing against a mural, squinting her eyes in the bright sunlight. Her face looked even prettier that way. The yellow tee shirt, in the bright sunlight, curved around her breasts. I was thinking about how my face would look like between her breasts, when she texted back to my “Hi”.
“Hey,” she had replied.
“What’s up?”
“Just driving around. Have taken a break, drinking some neera. Wbu?”
While I hate wbu and ik, Gurleen was too young and pretty for me to hold it against her. “Just work. Have fun. Lemme know when you come back,” I replied.
“Yes. Are you worried about the car?” she texted, with a wink.
“No, No,” I replied. I wanted to say more, but those things were better said with some alcohol in the blood.
“Then?”
“Nothing, I was wondering if we all could sit for some drinks in the evening. When you guys are back,” I texted, cringing at how unconvincing I sound.
“Oh! Don’t you have an after party or something?”
“I am pretty sure we do, but that’s somewhere other than this hotel. And I would rather do this, than go there.”
“Why tho?”
“Well, because, I get to talk with a pretty girl and her two friends,” I sent the message and locked my phone. Whatever the reply was, I would rather live in the fantasy a few minutes longer.
I checked my phone later. No replies. I checked back, 5 minutes later. No replies. 10 minutes, none. I sighed, and tried to concentrate on the speaker, talking about how profitable our latest strategy was. I checked my phone once during the 10 minute coffee break, while distractedly answering my colleague. Gurleen hadn’t read my message till then. That was the only modicum of relief I had.
Even at 30, even after being with so many women, moments like these detract me. The wait and the uncertainty about whether a woman is into you or not, are not pleasant. But, I’m addicted to the rush. And the wait was interminable, because it was the first time I said anything to Gurleen which was more than what a polite older gentleman would say. I called Gurleen pretty, which was true. But, there are so many things that go together with that comment.
Gurleen finally texted me around lunch.
“Is that so?” she had replied.
“Took you long enough to reply,” I wrote.
“Yeah, I was driving,” Gurleen wrote. “We should be back by 6 or so. I’ll let you know,” she wrote in the very next message.
“See you soon,” I replied, with a wink. That wink was for no other reason, but to stop being just polite and kind.
After I woke up in the evening (Saturday), and smoked a cigarette, I went for a shower. It was close to 6 PM, when I was done showering. There were no texts from Gurleen. It didn’t feel right to bother her again. While Gurleen was kind, Anvi seemed like someone who would be very quick to judge me that I was a creep. Nargis, young and bouncy, would probably back up Anvi on the matter. If not anything, I decided to dress comfortable, go to the bar, have little food, watch some football and get happily drunk. I can always rely on Shikha (u/arora_chef) for some lewd chats and videos of her riding a new cock.
I had finished putting on my tee shirt, when there was a bell. I walked up to the door, and through the keyhole, I saw Gurleen looking around. I opened the door with a smile, “Hey,” I said.
“Here’s your valet card,” Gurleen handed me the card. I took it, lingering my fingers on hers.
“Had fun?” I asked, wanting to continue the conversation.
“Yeah! But it was quite tiring, to be out and about the entire day,” Gurleen said.
“Would you guys be going down for drinks soon? Because, I am,” I was a bit nervous. Well, not really nervous, but if at that point she’d said that they are too tired to go down, I would have been heartbroken. Well, maybe not heartbroken, but certainly bummed out.
“Of course!” she chimed. Ah, the energy of the early 20s.
“But, first, the other two have to finish freshening up. They are taking forever!” Gurleen said.
I nodded, and made an exaggerated gesture of being silly, “Silly me! Would you like to come in?”
The question hung in the air. Gurleen had her hands clasped in front of her. She had gone out wearing a pair of jeans and a white tee shirt. And, just like everything on her, it hugged every curve of her body. And there were a lot of curves to be hugged. She looked to her side, towards her room.
“I am anyways ready, and was just going to smoke for a bit, chill and then go down,” I said.
“Oh! I would love a cigarette,” Gurleen smiled.
I gestured her to come in. Even after being out almost the entire day, she still had that sweet smelling hair. Her hair was tied in a bun, exposing her blushing fair neck. When she was inside, I closed the door gently. I was relieved that I don’t have the habit of messing up my hotel beds when I sleep alone. As she looked around the room, I checked out her thighs. Her jeans were stretched near her thighs.
Even when I saw her turning around towards me, I let my gaze linger on her thighs. When the door in a hotel room closes, and you are with a girl whom you really like, subtlety is not the play.
I smiled when our eyes met and pointed her to the balcony. She walked in front of me, and we sat down in the balcony chairs. Her ass filled the chair, her thick thighs pressed against the hand rests. I wished it was me she was sitting on.
I took out a cigarette, offered her one. I lit mine, and gave the light for hers. When she leaned forward to light her cigarette, I stole a glance at her chest. I let my eyes linger on her breasts, as she dragged her cigarette.
We sat there quietly for two drags. It was me who spoke first, “So, Gurleen, what is that you do?”
She took a drag of her cigarette. The cigarette looked so small between her thick chubby fingers, “I will start working from Jan 2,” she said.
“Oh!”
She nodded, “I cannot believe that I will finally start working as a lawyer.”
“The first few months are surreal when you start working,” I said.
“What is that you do?”
I told her what I do. She didn’t seem to take much interest in that. She looked at a distance, and some times, studied the pool in the courtyard. It would have been interesting if she decided to use the pool. A tight swimwear on her body, would have looked bold, with all that juicy flesh and fair skin oozing from all sorts of places.
“So, how come you’re here alone?” she asked, between her puffs. She was a quick smoker, she was almost done with her cigarette.
“I told you, it’s a work trip,” I said, studying my cigarette.
“Yeah, you did. But, I don’t see why you couldn’t bring anyone with you, for a chill weekend. I might be prying, are you married?” Gurleen was looking for a place to stub her cigarette.
“Just drop it on the floor,” I said.
Gurleen was my favorite in the group for many reasons. Besides her thighs and expansive body, it was her politeness, that was uber cute. I am certainly of an age, at which most Indian men are married.
To her question, I answered, “No, I am not married,” and then I added, “Besides, if I were married, it would have been slightly inappropriate to invite you to my room.”
Gurleen laughed. Her belly jiggled a little, as she laughed. She looked beautiful at that moment, throwing her head back, her strong chin looked delicious.
“I like you,” I said, before she finished laughing. And, without a pause, I took out another cigarette and lit it.
She reached for the packet, I pushed it towards her. I lit the second cigarette for her.
“I know,” she said, not looking at me. She brushed off the cigarette ashes from her thighs. I observed her doing it, wishing, that it was my hand, rubbing her thick thighs in the pretense of the brushing the ashes aside.
“Was I that obvious?” I asked.
Before I tell you what she said, I want to tell you something else. When you are 30, and have dated enough girls, its easy to lose sight of the important things. It’s not about sex. It’s not about how hot a girl is. It’s not about how well she rides your dick, and it’s not about how loud she moans when you fuck her from behind. It’s about that thrill.
It’s about those moments in a conversation when your heart skips a beat. I don’t know what happens to couples who have been together for years, if they really feel that. I am sure, there’s more to life than these little kicks of dopamine. I am sure, that the couples in long term relationships have other sources of pleasures. For me though, at this point in my life, those little kicks of dopamine, are all I have.
So, when Gurleen and I were getting to the topic of me liking her, my heart skipped a beat.
“Yes, you were,” Gurleen chuckled, turning her head towards me.
I nodded, smiled, and continued smoking.
“That’s it?” Gurleen said, smiling with pursed lips.
“Yeah, I mean, what more can I ask for?” I exhaled a cloud of smoke, “Smoking with someone you like, at the balcony of your hotel room, on a December twilight, with the prospect of taking her out for drinks later. What more I could ask for?”
Gurleen was being a tease. She tipped her head to the side, rested her chin on her hand, as she asked me, “So, now, it’s you who’s taking me out? And what about my friends?”
“Oh, I meant, taking all of you out for drinks. That’s the least I could do to thank you all for the company,” I was done with my cigarette. I stubbed the cigarette, by rubbing it on the floor.
“You know, Anvi had said, that you’d insist on buying us drinks,” Gurleen was done with hers too, but she held the almost burnt out cigarette between her fingers as she talked.
“Oh! I guess, I have to work on the art of subtlety,” I said.
“She likes you,” Gurleen said. She realized finally that her cigarette was done. She let it fall on the floor of the balcony.
“She does?” I was genuinely surprised. If I were to choose someone who would be peeved out with me sitting with group, it’d have been Anvi.
Gurleen didn’t say anything, smiled, and collected her phone from the little round table in front of us. “I should go and check, if everyone is ready,” she said.
I nodded, “Well, I take it, that you girls won’t mind if I join you.” I stood up.
“I won’t mind. Anvi would like it. And, Nargis would love free drinks. So,” Gurleen shrugged, as she stood up beside me.
“You won’t mind?” I smiled at the choice of her words.
She moved to the balcony door, slid it and went inside the room. I followed her. She was walking in front of me, again, and again, I stared her thighs and curvy ass. She turned suddenly, and said, “I would like it too.”
Since she stopped suddenly, I stopped closer to her, than I would have otherwise. Being almost as tall as I am, her lips were at the same level as mine. Our eyes met, I looked at her lips, and looked back at her eyes.
She didn’t take a step back, or turned to leave. I let a couple of moments pass, before I leaned forward, bringing our lips closer. Despite smoking two cigarettes, the sweet smell of her hair was still there.
While looking at her eyes, I reached for her thick waist. I placed my hands on each side of her waist, and stepped closer, making our bodies touch. She parted her lips. The room was quiet, except for the sound of her breaths. They had quickened, and so had mine.
I kissed her lips. I tasted her fruity lipstick, the smell of her skin (which was close to how her hair smelled). I could have continued the kiss, but I stopped it.
I looked at her. Her eyes were wide open. I loosened my hands on her waist, expecting that I might have kissed her when I shouldn’t have. But when she didn’t step away, or said anything, I kissed her again. This time though, I let my tongue wander inside her mouth.
I pressed our bodies together, as I kissed her deeply. I loved the feel of the chunk of flesh I had in my hands. Love handles aren’t called that for no reason. When I felt her soft chubby hands on my face, I opened my eyes. Her eyes were closed this time. I closed mine too, and wrapped by arms around her waist. She was returning the kiss by then. As we kissed, I let my hand wander down to her ass. Even through the tight denim jeans, her ass felt soft. I wished I had larger hands so that I could cover more of it, so that I could squeeze her butt cheeks harder.
Her phone had a loud ringtone. It snapped us out of that intimate moment. We stopped kissing, and looked at each other, as her phone continued ringing. I stepped back, and she fished out her phone from tight jeans pocket.
“Yes, I am coming,” she said, without waiting for a greeting. She was looking at her phone, when she told me, “I have to go,”
“Sure. Umm,” I touched her cheek, “I will risk repeating myself, I like you,”
She smiled, and looked down. She held my hand which was on her cheek and said, “See you at the bar.”
She turned and walked away swiftly. Our eyes met one last time before she closed the door to my room. She smiled at me, and I smiled at her.
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I left for the bar, shortly after. I ordered a dry martini and sat at a table, large enough for four people. The bar was empty, except for a loud man, who advised somebody on the phone about portfolio management. A muted TV was tuned into a football match. I ordered some appetizers, enough to keep the three girls busy as soon as they came.
As I waited for them, I checked my office’s WhatsApp group. My colleagues were partying at a large Airbnb villa, not far away. From what I gathered, the party had started at 4pm, when I was sound asleep in my room. I sighed, thinking of the days when I could spend half a day drinking, and the other half fucking. Now, it’s either of those in a day.
It was close to 7 PM, when the girls walked in the bar. They had dressed up. The first to walk in was Nargis. Short and pretty, she was wearing a little black dress. Her hair looked more violet in the bar’s dim light. In that dress, she looked older than she did at the breakfast table.
Behind her was Anvi. She wore a dress too. It was longer than Nargis’, but it hugged her slender body, tracing out her tall frame. The dress did more justice to her ass, than her other outfits did, at least the outfits in which I had seen her. She found me, and tapped on Nargis’ shoulder to point at my direction. I waved at them, as they started walking towards me.
Behind those two, adjusting her hair, and straightening her top, was Gurleen. She wore a sleeveless black top, and a skirt which ended at her knees. The top ended an inch above the skirt, showing a ring of her fair belly. She was the only who carried a purse, slung by her shoulder, a purse too small for her huge frame. As the three girls walked towards me, I smiled and sipped my martini. Gurleen looked at me and smiled too. To me, her smile was different from the other girls. Those lips, which curled upwards when she smiled, I had kissed those lips.
I was sitting at the sofa, with two chairs to its side. Nargis and Anvi sat on the chairs. Gurleen, who was the last to sit, sat beside me on the sofa. The sofa was large enough for three people, which meant, Gurleen could have sat pretty far away from me. But, she sat right next to me. As she sat down, her skirt rode up a little, exposing a quarter of those thighs that I loved.
“So… I heard that you are buying us drinks!” Nargis said.
I kept my martini down, pointed at the appetizers in front of them, and said, “Yes, I am. But, I don’t think you are old enough for anything other than beer.”
Anvi picked up a fork and ate a piece of chicken tikka. The dress she wore, had a neckline just deep enough to show a hint of cleavage. The dress hugged her chest. She crossed her tall and bare legs, as she put the tikka in her mouth, placing her other hand below her chin. I was unabashedly watching Anvi eat, when I felt Gurleen’s bare knee touch me.
I looked to my side, picked up my drink, and said to Gurleen, “You look very pretty.”
Gurleen tucked a loose strand of her hair, behind her ear and smiled. I said it in quiet voice. But the bar played slow and chill instrumentals of old Hindi songs. So, I am pretty sure, everyone heard it.
Seeing the girls arrive, the waiter came to our table. He was a polite guy, among the politest waiters I have ever been served by. He smiled, looked around the group, and then asked me if we were ready to order some more drinks.
Nargis and Anvi were reading the menus. Nargis was closest to the waiter, and asked him, “Which beers do you have?”
“All the beers in the menu are available, ma’am,” he said.
I loved Nargis’ enthusiasm. She looked hot in her little black dress and violet hair. She was as fair as Gurleen, and the violet hair only accentuated the tone of her skin. For a small girl, she had thick thighs. Like in all the instances I had met her before, she was bouncy and restless that evening. She ordered a pint of her favorite beer.
Gurleen was scrolling through her phone, with her chin rested on her palm. She had hunched over, which made her top ride up. I leaned back at the sofa, and stole a few glances of the her back that the top exposed. I took a large sip of the martini, and then leaned towards Gurleen, bring my lips close to her ear.
“What would you like to drink?” I asked her
She was startled when she turned her head, and found my lips so close to her. She didn’t pull away though, instead she said, “What do you think I should drink?”
“I don’t know, something that would make you like me more,” I said.
“You think I’d need alcohol for that?”
“Hopefully not,” I said. I leaned forward, to take my drink. It was my last sip.
As I finished my drink, I saw Anvi looking at me. I smiled and asked her if she were ready to order. She nodded.
Till that point in the evening, I’d entirely ignored Gurleen’s remark earlier about Anvi liking me. Anvi and I had hardly talked. I knew nothing about her, except her first name and that she had long smooth legs. While I loved kissing Gurleen’s juicy lips and feeling up her soft and huge ass, I have never been the kind of person to put all my eggs in one basket.
I gestured to the waiter. He had already gotten Nargis’ beer. I ordered a Jameson on the rocks, Gurleen ordered four shots of Kamikaze and insisted that we all had it along with whatever we order. And along with that she asked the waiter to get the same drink as mine. Anvi ordered a jagerbomb, with an extra shot of jager. Bold choice by Anvi.
Though just 19, Nargis had the etiquette to wait for all our drinks to come. As Gurleen had said, the first thing we did was pick up our Kamikazes and dunk it. Nargis had an animated expression as the mix of vodka and triple sec traveled down her food pipe.
“Why do you like this?” she asked Gurleen, who was taking the first sip of her main drink.
The girls bantered. There were inside jokes and references that I didn’t get. I took larger than usual sips of my whisky. I was feeling pleasantly buzzed, sitting there while three beautiful young girls talked and drank. Gurleen had leaned forward more to eat the next round of appetizers that the girls had called for.
That time, I didn’t resist my urge to touch the bare skin that her top showed. It was just a fingertip. I ran my finger across her back. Anvi and Nargis were discussing how it was better to drink their individual choices of drinks, when Gurleen felt my finger caressing her. She turned her head to me. She adjusted herself, sliding nearer to me, touching the entire length of her thigh to mine.
The other two girls were too busy talking, to notice that I had slipped my hand inside Gurleen’s top. I squeezed her love handles, and rubbed my hand across as much of her skin as I could.
“What do you think Gurleen?” Anvi suddenly turned to her.
“To each, her own,” Gurleen said, without looking up from the food.
I looked at Anvi. Looking in her eyes, it was almost impossible to believe that this stern looking girl liked me. Even in her slender frame, she looked more menacing than Gurleen. I might have been biased, given that I had already kissed Gurleen, and had my hand inside her top, caressing her back. I decided to test my luck.
“Anvi, you look stressed out with all this debate. Do you smoke?”
Gurleen looked at me, as I said it. Anvi said, “I haven’t in a while, and I shouldn’t.”
I stood up, adjusting Gurleen’s top to look pristine. “I am stepping out, care to join me?” I extended my hand towards Anvi.
This was, I don’t know, there’s no explanation for this, except for the alcohol. While writing this, sober, I cannot explain why I would say that to Anvi. Extending my hand to her, in front of Gurleen, that too for stepping out for a cigarette, especially knowing that Gurleen loved to smoke too — all these could have backfired. My contact with Gurleen was tenuous and I didn’t know these girls enough to be sure what their dynamics were, and if it would piss off Gurleen. I still wanted to have my head between her thighs, to see her expansive body in all its glory. But I was curious if Anvi liked me. Curiosity often kills the cat.
Anvi took a large sip of her jagerbomb before standing up. She gracefully placed her hand in mine. She smiled her rare smile, as she skirted the table and walked towards me.
To be Continued
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