The Long Weekend - 1
Sex, Freedom and Everything In-between
Content Warning: This story is meant for adult readers only. It contains mature themes meant for entertainment purpose only. The content herein should not be considered educational or advisory in nature. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
The Long Weekend continues the story of Manan and Ishita from Untying the Knots. Almost a year has passed since that eventful house party. Their relationship didn’t start in a conventional way, and it hasn’t been going that way either. Their house parties continue, and with them, the indulgences of flesh. In The Long Weekend, we meet Aditi, a young colleague, and her boyfriend Kalpesh, who insists on being called Cal. Manan’s understanding of the dynamics between him and Ishita is challenged when he meets the bubbly and cute Aditi, and learns about Ishita's unusual fascination with Cal based on what she has heard from Aditi. Happy Reading!
If you haven’t read Untying the Knots, I recommend that you get to know Manan and Ishita, before you start reading this story!
1
Manan had graduated from knowing how to cook just the spaghetti, to making a few different single-pot rice dishes, with aromatics other than his favourite oregano. It was more out of Ishita’s goading, during the weeknight dinners which they would have a couple of times in the week. He was perfectly happy with a bowl of a spaghetti and Netflix every week night. But, women tend to change things around.
It has been more than year since their first date, and ‘the party’ at Aliva’s house. They had met up for a proper long date after that, and a date after that, before they had sex like a normal couple. There were admittedly less fireworks, but, it was a normal thing that a girlfriend and a boyfriend did. Manan didn’t know it that rainy evening, when he had given her a lift, but as they talked more and spent more time together, he was sure that he would eventually fall in love with that girl.
He loved the tone of her voice. He loved how she covered her mouth when she laughed. He loved that she never talked with food in her mouth and how she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose when she was satisfied with the point she had made. He loved how she looked in her kurtas and jeans, and how she did her hair in a bun.
And he loved how she looked when she was fucking other men, and how wet she would be after she had another man’s dick inside her. There were times when they had been dating that Manan wanted to tell her that he loved her. He didn’t know what she would say, if she would laugh him off, especially since they would at least once a month fuck someone other than each other, often in the same room, often looking into each other’s eyes, as they consumed the pleasures of the flesh of others.
When Manan’s sister, Reeti, got married, there was a small part of him that wanted to take Ishita to the wedding. She never asked, only congratulated him and asked to see Reeti’s pictures. It would have been crazy if he had shown up at his village with a girl by his side. The Manan they knew back then was very different from the Manan who lived in Bombay. But. But, even the idea of Ishita accompanying him to Reeti’s wedding would have been a step ahead, a step toward a serious relationship.
Know more of Reeti’s story in Reeti to Rita!
Manan, while alone at his place, halfway through a packet of cigarettes, would often wonder what a serious relationship would look like. Ishita’s socials were peppered with pictures of him and her. He had even met her brother, Rohan, over coffee, and it had gone pretty well. Manan knew all of Ishita’s friends, in addition to the people with whom they had sex with. Manan didn’t have many friends, except for close colleagues at work. So, he really didn’t have anyone to introduce her to. For all intents and purposes, they were in a publicly serious relationship.
And he loved the casual intimacy that he and Ishita had. Ishita would come over after work, and they would make dinner and chill. She didn’t stay over past 10 PM because she had to go back to her parents’. She had sneaked in a few of her home clothes to Manan’s place and would sometimes change into those if she had a particularly tiring day at work. And on some weeknights, she would strip her work clothes away and be in her lingerie. That Wednesday was one such weeknight at Manan’s place.
Manan was almost done with his plate of mushroom-pea-egg fried rice. It was a mash-up of all the things they both liked, rather than a particular recipe. Ishita was intently watching the show on TV, with her bare legs on the table in front. Manan loved her push-up bras. Whenever Ishita would cross her arms, the cups often opened up to show a glimpse of her nipples. He had seen way more than just her nipples, but he still loved watching Ishita barely clothed.
Manan finished his plate, and as he got up, he glanced at her cleavage before going on to rinse the plate. He then went by the window and lit a cigarette.
“So, what are we doing for the long weekend?” Ishita called out from behind.
Manan sighed quietly. He didn’t look forward to long weekends anymore. When he was single, he would spend that extra day doing pretty much what he did on the usual weekends—reading a book, gaming a little, watching reruns of Marvel movies, and of course, jerking off to porn in his living room. But Ishita would always come up with a convoluted itinerary. If there was one extra holiday, they had to either go for a hike on a random mountain, go for a drive to somewhere that could be covered in a day, or at least invite her friends for dinner at Manan’s place. Manan didn’t mind the last bit, but his place was too small for hosting three couples having se* in the living room.
Like every long weekend, Manan said, “We can just chill. You could stay over, we can—”
“No...” Ishita said in a nasal voice. Manan kept quiet and waited for Ishita to tell him what they were going to do for the weekend. When Ishita asked about the long weekend, it was more of a rhetorical question because she already had a rough plan. Manan knew that, but he always tried his luck for a chill long weekend.
Ishita was quiet for a while, and Manan heard the water running. She was by the sink, rinsing her own plate. Manan peered back to let his eyes wander over the curve of her waist, then the rise of her hips, and finally her smooth thick thighs. She bent a little to put the plates away and pushed her hips out. She felt him looking at her and turned her head. Manan smiled at her. She looked beautiful standing in her lingerie, with her glasses on, her hair in a bun. He looked away, puffed his cigarette, and sighed. He knew he would say an unequivocal yes to whatever tiring “fun weekend” Ishita was going to suggest.
Manan was taking another cigarette out when Ishita walked to the window. She took out one for herself. He went on to light both cigarettes. The window was too small for both of them to look out, so they stood there, resting their elbows and smoking.
“So, I was thinking, we can go to Lonavala,” Ishita took a long drag of her cigarette. Unlike Manan, who took quick short drags, she would take a drag of her cigarette and just let it burn. It irked Manan, but Ishita often smoked with no or little clothes on. It helped him ignore the cruel sight of the cigarette burning slowly for no reason, the grey ash extending much more than it should.
“Why Lonavala? We have been there more times than the place deserves,” Manan said.
“I know, but there’s this work colleague, Aditi. She was telling me the other day how she hasn’t been around much, and I was thinking we could make it a trip. It’d be nice to see it from a fresh set of eyes.”
“This is the same Aditi who worships you?”
“She doesn’t worship me,” Ishita chuckled. “She’s young, and when I had just started working, I felt so lost. And this girl is in a new city, away from everyone she knows.” Ishita paused for a bit, and then, “I mean, you know exactly how it feels.”
Manan shrugged, “I wouldn’t know. In my day,” he paused because Ishita always smiled when he used a ‘my day’ reference. He liked seeing her shallow dimples. He continued, “in my day, I didn’t have any money to go on fancy long weekend road trips.”
“Oh come on. It doesn’t have to be fancy,” Ishita said.
“Really? Are you going to slum it out in a hotel that is under ₹10k a night? And we will be booking two rooms, and you always stay two nights if it’s a long weekend. So that’s INR 40k, right there. And there’s—”
“Okay, okay. Since when did you start budgeting like this?” Ishita was done with her cigarette and had taken a step closer to him.
“No, I am just—”
She placed her hand on his crotch. Through his boxers, she started to feel up his dick. Manan took one last drag of his cigarette before letting it go. He placed his arm around her waist and dragged her toward him. Ishita placed her arm on his shoulder. Manan could smell the perfume that she had used in the morning. But it wasn’t just the perfume anymore. It was mixed with her own sweet smell. Manan inhaled a deep breath as Ishita continued to rub his dick, him hardening quickly.
“We can always share the room,” she said in a low voice, almost a whisper. As she said it, she tugged at Manan’s boxers and pulled them down. Manan maneuvered his legs to let the boxers fall to his feet. Ishita curled her fingers around his bare dick, her cold grip startling him. She stroked his dick a few times and went down on her knees.
“No...” Manan had stopped speaking because Ishita had taken his dick in her mouth. And she knew exactly where he liked her tongue to be. Ishita sucked his dick, then took it out of her mouth and stroked it.
Manan opened his eyes and looked down. A ceiling light reflected off Ishita’s glasses, and as she stroked him, her bun moved slightly. “We had talked about it. Nobody from work.”
Ishita just smiled and got back to sucking. This time Manan started thrusting inside her mouth, holding her head down a little longer, keeping his dick inside her mouth a little longer. Her glasses dug into his thighs, and Ishita turned to her side to rest against the wall while still being on her knees. He pulled out, let her readjust, then touched her chin and made Ishita look up. Manan spread his legs, lowered himself a little, and brought his dick in front of her gaping mouth.
He entered her mouth again, but this time, he didn’t want to be sucked. As his dick reached her throat, Ishita raised her hands, trying to back out. She had a wall behind her, and she knew when Manan had her in those kinds of ways, he didn’t stop fucking her throat until he was content with it. He wasn’t like this when they had just started. Manan used to be gentle with everything. But then, it got rougher and rougher. Ishita suspected that there was a part of Manan that was angry, or he was trying to make up for seeing her fucking other men.
Ishita didn’t just fuck other men. She teased them in front of Manan. She sucked them to be hard. And when they entered her, she always made a show of it, moaning a little more than she was feeling, looking at Manan as she would be riding a dick or being fucked from behind. And when she came with another man’s dick inside her, it was as much because of the man fucked her as it was knowing that Manan would hear and see her cum.
For whatever reason Manan started getting rougher with her, she let him. In fact, she encouraged it. That evening, by the window, when she was against the wall, on her knees, with Manan’s dick reaching her throat, she encouraged him. She pulled down her bra cups to bare her breasts for him. Manan noticed that, and his thrusts into her mouth became more urgent, deeper, and he stayed buried longer. And when Ishita was catching her breath, she let out a guttural moan. She looked down at her crotch, slipped a hand inside her panty, and started grinding her hips lightly. She knew Manan was watching. She wanted him to watch.
He tugged at her bun hard, so hard that it almost came undone. The back of her head hit the wall, and she winced, her mouth gaped. Manan parted her legs a little wider, and held his dick with one hand, her face with the other. When he buried his dick inside her mouth that time, Ishita knew that she had to protect the back of her head to protect it from the impact of wall. And then, Manan started fucking her mouth. With one hand inside her panty to rub herself, and the other to protect her head from impact on the wall, Ishita let her mouth be fucked. Her breasts moved with the impact, and she had to ration her breath, because Manan was giving her less and less time to breathe. She vigorously rubbed herself, because she knew that soon, Manan would pick her up, and take her somewhere in the house and enter her. She wanted to be ready.
On the kitchen counter, where she was made to sit and spread her legs, Ishita said, “We tried it a few days ago, it wasn’t-”. Before Ishita could finish her sentence Manan was inside her. Ishita heaved in pleasure, and then looked down to see his hard dick enter her. A few days ago they had tried to do it, but the kitchen counter was an inch too high for Manan to enter her.
“How?” Ishita said between breaths, as her breasts moved with Manan’s thrusts. Neither of them had bothered to unclasp her bra. So, it was still there, pulled down, with her breasts exposed.
“New slippers,” Manan said, panting and moving his hips.
Ishita didn’t smile much while being fucked. But that evening she did. Manan had bought a new slipper to match that one inch gap.
“What?” Manan smiled too, breathing heavily.
Ishita chewed on her lips, wondering if she should say it. She could feel him getting closer, his dick pulsating inside her. Any moment now, he would pull out and finish himself.
“I love you,” she said.
Manan looked up, his mouth slack, his eyes wide. It was a mix of his before-cumming face and amusement. He grunted and pulled out and furiously stroked himself, finishing over Ishita’s belly.
Ishita watched all of it quietly. Both of them were panting, and Manan was looking at slimy mess he had made on her belly. She could feel the silence growing heavier.
“Will you ever use those condoms?” she said, straightening herself, sitting on the kitchen counter. She ran her fingers through Manan’s hair.
“Any day now,” he said, smiling at her. He paused, his expression softening, and said, “I love you”. He held her cheeks and kissed her on the lips. His heart was racing. He had said something which he had wanted to say for a long time. When they broke away from the kiss, he helped Ishita down the kitchen counter. It was close to 10 PM, and she were to leave for her home soon.
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Manan went to the living room, took out his ashtray from the bottom shelf of the coffee table and lit it. Ishita was getting ready behind her. But he needed to calm down a little. He had never said it to anyone in his life. And when he met Ishita, as they started dating, it was immensely clear that they were not the usual girlfriend-boyfriend pair which says that they love each other after a month, even though they don’t mean it deeply. As he smoked his cigarette, he remembered what Ishita had said when she had started stroking him, about sharing the room. He had loved Ishita for some time by then, but saying those words out loud, and hearing her say it, he wondered whether he would feel different when he say Ishita with another man.
Ishita rested her hands on her shoulders. Manan turned around and saw that she was ready to leave. With cigarette still between his fingers, he got up to show her out.
“Don’t smoke too many,” she said, while hugging him.
Manan smiled and nodded.
“I will tell Aditi about this weekend then. We will leave Saturday early morning,” Ishita said, before stepping out of the door. Manan locked the door behind him, and walked back to the couch. He flicked the ash before sitting down. He looked around and realized that his flat felt so empty, without Ishita in it.
As he finished his cigarette, and lit another, he wished he had someone to talk to about what he was feeling, someone other than Ishita. His sister, Reeti, was in the city, but she was just 19, and he wondered if he would be able to make her understand the knot in his mind. This intense love for a woman, and this intense lifestyle of fucking others – these two threads had entangled themselves in an unyielding knot in his mind. His newlywed sister, Reeti would probably be scandalized if Manan told her that he slept with women other than his girlfriend, and that she did the same.
By Thursday evening, Ishita had formed a WhatsApp group for the weekend. She made separate groups for every occasion, even if multiple groups shared the exact same members. She had posted the date and time of departure. She didn’t write it, but Manan knew that she would be at his place half an hour before, because it would be Manan and Ishita picking up her friends.
Manan checked the member list. There were two unsaved numbers. He tapped the first one, and a guy, posing on his bike. He looked young, probably still in college, because, the background of the photo looked like a campus main gate. He was wearing a pair of blue sunglasses, and was looking away from the camera. Manan sighed and closed the DP. Ishita hadn’t told him that Aditi would be bringing a guy too.
The second picture, was of a girl, smiling at the camera. She was wearing a black top, with spaghetti straps. Her teeth were cinematically white and seemed to have been filed to be in straight line. She had short hair, curled up to touch her jaws, and just like Ishita she wore big round glasses. Her shoulders looked skinny. It was Aditi, of course. Manan couldn’t remember how 21 year old girls looked like back in his day. He chuckled alone when he used “back in his day” while thinking.
Ishita was beside him, and asked him, “What happened?”
Manan didn’t hurry up to close it or to move his screen away. She noticed that Manan was looking Aditi’s picture.
“Oh,” Ishita said, “She is funny, sometimes annoyingly giggly. But I don’t see why were you laughing?”
Manan shook his head, and kept his phone away, “Nothing. It’s just something I remembered from work.” He picked up the glass of whisky, and sipped it. He then added, “You didn’t tell me she is bringing someone.”
Ishita was on her second glass of wine, “You thought I would take a 21 year old girl alone, all the way to Lonavala? I am not her sister.”
Manan smacked his lips, and reached for a cigarette.
“So, they met in college,” Ishita turned toward him, “and get this – her boyfriend’s name is Kalpesh, but he insists that he be called Cal, with a C.” She laughed.
Manan shook his head and laughed, “Cal with a C? I am not calling him that.”
“Oh but she does. When she first started talking about him, I thought it was short of Calum or something. I was expecting a handsome mallu guy, but well, then she showed me pictures of him, and you know, he didn’t look like a Calum.”
“You always say that, but how can someone look like a name? Do I look like a Manan?”
“Of course! You do look like a Manan,” she said resting her head on his shoulder, and wrapping her arm around his. Manan smiled. When Ishita did that, it was her being goofy. It’s the same thing she would do, when she explained why a Taurus has to be a certain way. Or why tarot cards were the real deal.
Manan wrapped his arm around her, and smoked his cigarette, and wondered, maybe it will just be two couples going out to Lonavala for a weekend. Maybe, things would be different from now on. Whether they both wanted the things to be different, as in normal, or not, was a different question altogether. Something he will have to wait and find out.
