Concupiscence - Issue#12
Christmas and some stories
The last week of December, my favorite of the 52 weeks of the year, has been productive. I wasn’t born a Christian. I am an atheist, but Christmas has always been close to my heart. I grew up in a town, which had really hot summers. Winter was always a relief. And, when I was a teenager, I was, let’s put it delicately, chubby. So, I would love the month of December, when I could wear sweater and cover the unwanted fat that I carried around.
Back in the freshmen year of college, it was in December that I had asked out a girl for the first time ever. I was a pimply teenager 18 year old then. I had worn a white jacket, and had asked Manisha, if she was free for a dinner the next day. I had learned that from the TV Shows, that coffee is too casual and if you like a girl, and want to kiss her someday, you should ask her out for dinner. She had said yes. Nothing much had come out of it. It was fun though, to reach the front gate of the girls’ hostel, in an auto. As I had waited for Manisha to come down, many girls and guys went past me, doing a double take, seeing me wait for someone. I have always liked the chilly winds of December.
It’s not as cold in Bombay, as it were in the city where I went to college. But these couple of weeks are the coldest in here. So, the Christmas time has stayed my favorite all through these years.
Posts of the Past Week
I am happy with the output of the last week. I published Part 3 and Part 4 of An Evening with the Girls (more on the girls later in the post). I loved the art I could generate for these posts, especially how hot Anvi’s picture turned out in the Part 4. Links for the post are in the captions of these pictures.
Christmas Eve
Work has been light this December. However, for the first time in years, I had to work even in the last week of December! I usually leave the city for the last two weeks of the year. I would be away on the Christmas Eve. Not to Goa or somewhere, but to somewhere chill like Gangtok or Dalhousie. I know, it’s not the season to be so up North, but I like the cold and I hate seeing too many tourists in one place.
Being stuck in Bombay for the Christmas Eve and the New Year Eve, isn’t the worst thing in the world. However, I have no idea where to be at in the City for a good time. My friends already have their girlfriends, wives and even children, with whom they would be spending the Saturday.
So, for the Christmas Eve, I had a low-key plan. Nidhi, me and a couple of bottles of wine. When I told Nidhi about the plan, she wasn’t thrilled. She loves to drink, and she loves to dance. Not the slow dance to Think out loud, but the kind of dance you would do to Garmi. Those things aren’t for me, and it’s not really a party, when it’s just two people. So, last Thursday (22nd), she told me that she would instead be going with a couple of her friends, to a pub. It’s supposed to be one of those pubs which has permission to play music till 4am in the morning. That was not all, they also intended to go to Mount Caramel Church for the midnight mass. Phew.
So, when she invited me for that kind of evening, with that much moving around and that much noise, I said, I would rather just ‘chill’ at home. I like my noises in bed. Bed’s a nice place to move around also. Anyway, so, I was looking forward to the same kind of Saturday. But, it turned out to be a little different than I had imagined.
Gurleen and Anvi are amazing girls. If you haven’t read about them, you should certainly read An Evening with the Girls. Since our intimate evening in Alibag, they both have been in touch. We haven’t met since that weekend. And we would have had nothing talk about, if not for me sending them these posts and telling each of them (separately) that I remember them fondly.
Gurleen had been warm and kind. Anvi, well, Anvi has been Anvi. She and I will text now and then, but there was nothing to talk about after ‘what are you up to?’. When I had first taken her number, in the morning after that rather eventful evening, her WhatsApp pfp was only her. But, since then, she has changed her pfp to a picture of her and her boyfriend. She has a pretty smile in the picture. The selfie has been taken by the guy, Darshit. Anvi has her arm around his neck, and is smiling a wide smile (a rare thing, at least in the very short time that I know her).
Her reaction to the posts have been rather muted, mostly consisting of one liners with phrases ‘well written’, ‘a good read’. Gurleen’s have been more graphic. After the second part, she sent me a picture of hers. She had her hand inside her panty. She told me that she touched herself thinking about the evening, and that she felt warm all inside her for being describe that way.
After talking with Nidhi, and declining her rather enthusiastic invitation to a pumped up evening, I texted Gurleen and Anvi. I know, at this point, I have started to become rather predictable. I didn’t know this about me, but now that I journal my sexual habits weekly, I have come to realize that I cannot have empty evenings, even if they are low-key evenings.
“Hey, you free on Christmas Eve? Why don’t you come to my place, and we can have some wine and watch a movie. I’ll ask Anvi, if she’s free,” I texted Gurleen. I sent the same text to Anvi, except I said, I’ll ask Gurleen if she were free.
Anvi and Gurleen weren’t free for the Christmas Eve. They had plans with their boyfriends. When they said that, I replied involuntarily, “More the merrier.”
So, at 7 PM on Saturday evening, four 20 somethings came to my place. They were a genial lot. Darshit was taller than me, and had a firm handshake. Gurleen’s boyfriend, Fahid, was as fair as her. His cheeks seemed to be on the edge of blushing the moment they entered the house.
I had stocked the fridge with beer, and had re-stocked hard liquors. For entertainment, I suggested the same movie that I were to watch with Nidhi, Glass Onion. When the girls had said that they would be bringing their boyfriends, I didn’t ask them how much they knew about Alibag. So, that evening, when our conversation steered towards Alibag, I let the girls do the talking. I nodded to everything they said. In their version, I bought them drinks, and then later the girls stayed back while I went up to my room and slept. I agreed to that, citing that I am too old to sit around a bar all evening, and that I had to drive back to the city, early in the morning.
The guys were cool. I was expecting Anvi’s boyfriend to be some sort of Alpha male with oozing testosterone. But Darshit was sweet guy. He was kind enough to take interest in what I do for a living. Oh, and the girls had left out the part that I write erotica, for obvious reasons.
They had dressed casually. Both of them in jeans, though Gurleen’s jeans looked deliciously stretched on her massive body. Anvi left Darshit’s side. Gurleen and I exchanged a few looks, but we barely touched each other, except for the times when our fingers lingered while passing out food and drinks.
None of the guys were smokers. And the girls acted as if they have never smoked. While smoking I texted Nidhi what she was up to. It was close to 1130 PM by then. She was on her way to the Church. She sent a selfie of her and her two girl friends. I sent her heart emojis.
When it was 12 AM, the couples wished each other Merry Christmas. Either they were too shy or they didn’t drink enough — nobody kissed anybody. The whole point of being together during some special days, is to be able to kiss your partner.
And that’s all really. This wasn’t my first party where there were multiple girls who had touched or sucked my dick. Not all of such parties end up like it did in Untying the Knots. Reality is stranger than fiction, but it is also far more tame. Everybody went home around 1am. I pinged Nidhi to ask her if she will be coming back home soon. I fell asleep before she replied.
Nidhi came home the next morning. I don’t know when. She has a key to my flat. When I woke up at 7am to pee, I saw her lying beside me, with her arm on me. She was still wearing her party outfit — a skimpy skirt and a tank top. When I woke up, I lifted the skirt to check if she was wearing something inside. She was wearing the thong that I’d gifted her on her birthday. I kissed her bare ass before waking up to pee.
We spent the Sunday mostly lounging in the house, half naked. I insisted that I should write something. But, Nidhi seemed determined to keep my balls drained. I still am not that good of a writer, to write what I write, with empty balls. But it was a Sunday well spent.
That will be all for the week. Before next Thursday, I think I should be able to conclude The Evening with the Girls series, and make expeditious progress with Reeti to Rita. I am strongly reconsidering resuming posting of the Reeti to Rita series, only to keep last few chapters exclusively in the book.
And, I hope this year had been less difficult for you than the last one. And, hopefully you cum harder and fuck more in 2023. Happy New Year!
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