Twice the Fun - 3
The Limits of Desire
Previously
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The movie started out with a monologue, which I didn’t care to understand. I have a pretty wide bandwidth of things that I know superficially, but being a conductor of an orchestra is something that I haven’t given much thought to. My mind quickly wandered to other things.
I turned my head towards Khushi. She was leaning her head against Aniket’s shoulder. I let my eyes wander on her thighs, they looked so thick and delicious, even in the dark, even under her kurta. There was a faint perfume, which I guessed to be Khushi’s. She saw me, looking at her from the corner of my eyes, and smiled. She leaned away from her boyfriend, and brought her ear near me, thinking that I had to say something. I made up something to say.
“Well, you were right. I should have drank one more,” I said, in a low voice.
She chuckled and leaned back to her boyfriend.
When I turned to Tara, she was looking at me, a smile on her face. She was amused.
I leaned toward her, and put my arm around hers so that I could use the armrest between us. She took it for me trying to hold her hands. She curled her fingers around mine.
I smiled at her. I don’t know if she saw me smiling in the dark. I felt warm at that time. Surrounded by affection. Surrounded by women who liked to show their affection to their men.
My shoulder brushed against Khushi’s. I turned to her, we smiled at each other. She leaned towards me. I leaned towards her, still holding Tara’s hand.
“Do you have any ideas how I don’t fall asleep?” Khushi asked me, her voice sultry. I could smell alcohol on her breath, which is surprising, because I am usually the one who’s drunker.
Our shoulders are still touching, mine and Khushi’s. I squeezed Tara’s hand, as I said to Khushi, “We are pretty much alone in this theater, go make out with your man,” I said.
There was a moment of quiet. I said it in a low voice and I don’t think either Tara or Aniket heard me say it. Khushi was quiet, her expression hard to read in the dark, except for the momentary flashes of light from the movie, tracing her beautiful face.
She moved away, and looked at the screen, her eyes not really watching the movie though. I leaned away from her and towards my girl, Tara.
I have to say, at that moment, I was conflicted. I would have loved watching Khushi kiss Aniket, with her thick lips, and her hands going all over him. But I had a beautiful slender girl, with her hand in mine, and I had barely made a move on her all evening.
I inhaled deeply and turned to Tara. I could have really used a cigarette then.
In the dim light of the movie, Tara looked even more beautiful and hot. The way her tee shirt hugged her body, the way the light from the movie shone on her bare arms.
Tara turned towards me when she realized that I had been looking at her.
“I don’t like this movie, a single bit,” I said, in a breathy voice.
Tara chuckled, “Well, this was your idea.”
“I know. But when I had planned it earlier, I didn’t know you looked like this in person,” I said.
“Like what?”
I leaned forward even more. I still had her hand in mine. With the other hand, I traced her bare arm, caressing it with my fingers. I said, “Like so fucking hot.”
“That’s a compliment that I haven’t heard before,” Tara said, her tone making the sarcasm obvious.
“Well, it’s the truth,” I said. I touched her lower lip. Tara lowered her gaze, her eyes were on my finger on her lip. She moved her eyes up slowly.
Her lips were soft and thick. I ran my finger across her lip and lowered into her chin.
“We have company. What if —” Tara stopped mid-sentence. She was looking behind me, at Khushi and Aniket.
I turned my head to see what she saw.
Well, Khushi had taken my advice about making up with her man, a little too seriously.
Aniket and Khushi were kissing. They weren’t just kissing each other, but it was an intimate, passionate, and futile attempt at each other. Their lips intertwined, with Aniket’s hands unabashedly on his girlfriend’s breasts. I looked down at Khushi’s breasts, something that I had been doing now and then all through the evening.
Maybe it was because I had looked away from the movie screen far too long, maybe it was just my imagination filling in but I could see them making out very well in the dark. When I and Tara were looking at them, Aniket moved down from kissing Khushi, to her neck, to her breasts. They were still covered, but Aniket knew how to please his woman, even through the fabric of her kurta. I knew she was pleased, because Khushi moaned.
It was a muffled moan. She looked around as soon as she moan, to see if it attracted some attention. Our eyes met. She smiled at me, a mischievous sultry smile, as she let her boyfriend cup and squeeze her breasts in the theater.
I looked away from them, and then to Tara. I adjusted myself in the seat, and pulled my jeans near my crotch. I wasn’t hard till then, but I wanted Tara’s attention. Tara looked at my crotch and then at me.
“Well, the company is busy,” I said, leaning in.
I don’t treat it as a formality or a necessary preliminary step to foreplay. Foreplay can be a simple foot massage, a squeeze in the neck, or a simple taking your pants off with a hard dick. But a kiss? That’s not just foreplay. It’s warmth. It’s the most human thing to do, to express how much you like someone.
It’s thrilling to kiss a woman. It’s a very simple thing — a kiss. The intimacy, the warmth, and the scent of a woman, when you are so close her — those aren’t simple. It’s a heady mix of Adrenalin and dopamine. The first kiss, the closest you have ever been with a woman, is special. No matter how brief it is, no matter, with whom it is.
When I leaned forward to kiss Tara, a young girl, so full of life, so full of energy, so beautiful, so delicate, my heart was racing. I was nervous. First kisses are always nervous, no matter how many first kisses you have had.
I touched her lips with mine. I rubbed her nose with mine. And then, I kissed her on the lips. I moved my lips slowly, kissing her upper lip, squeezing her hand. I broke our kiss and leaned back a little.
Tara had shut her eyes. When she opened them, I smiled at her, and leaned forward again to kiss her. That time, it wasn’t a slow and gentle kiss. I leaned forward, I pressed my lips to hers. I let go of her hand, and put it on her belly.
I gently pressed on her belly as I kissed her. Tara opened her mouth, to let my tongue in. Her tongue tasted delicious. It was thick and had a sweet taste to it. I loved from her belly to the side of waist.
Tara was slender. There wasn’t anything to hold on to. Her body, taut and firm. I wished we were in bed, I wished I could lift her from her seat and have her on my lap, so that I could kiss her while I touched every bit of her.
I broke our kiss, and said, “I really think that we should leave for my place, right now.”
Tara’s lips were parted. She licked her lips, and said, “But what about them?”
By then Aniket had her hand inside Khushi’s kurta. I couldn’t see much of her bare skin, but I could see Aniket’s hand move around on her abdomen, as he kissed her deeply.
“Well, we could ask them to come with us?” I said, in a low voice.
Tara didn’t respond immediately. “I have a big enough place for privacy of two couples,” I looked at the two lovers kissing each other, “besides, these two don’t look like people who are very private.”
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And that’s how four of us ended up in my car. I was driving, Tara was beside me, and Khushi and Aniket were in the backseat, talking about how beautiful the city looks at night with less traffic. They were sitting close to each other.
It was a simple conversation really, about leaving the movie.
“Guys?” I had said at the theater, touching Khushi’s arm. She looked at me, Aniket stopped midway, with his hand still on her, his lips parted, breathing hard.
“We are leaving. And,” I looked at Tara, “Tara thought it would be a great idea to continue this party at my place?”
Khushi looked at Aniket, her hand on his head. They exchanged a look, a silent communication, which only people in relationships practice.
Khushi answered for them.
“Do you have booze at home?” she asked, her voice teetering at the edge of a laugh.
“Plenty,” I held Tara’s hand and got up.
Khushi got up shortly after. She adjusted her kurta. Our eyes met when she was doing it. She smiled and then took her boyfriend’s hand. I sighed and shook my head. I have to stop doing this, I had told myself.
“How much longer will it take to reach your place?” Tara asked.
“A little longer,” I said, caressing her thighs. Unlike her slender and taut body, Tara’s thighs were thick.
The air in the car smelled different. Two strangers. Three, if you count Tara. A whiff of alcohol. I was tired. Maybe five years ago, I wouldn’t have been. We were 10 minutes out from my place. When we stopped at a red light, I took my packet of Reds, and lit a cigarette. I rolled down the window, to let out the smoke. I looked back the passengers. They had settled down. Aniket, was looking out of the window, and Khushi was on her phone. Their knees touched each other. I looked at Tara, who was looking straight ahead. I could see the glint of the road in her eyes, her curly hair, let through the light from the cars beside us, randomly and sporadically.
I smoked my cigarette, the signal turned green. It was louder inside the car, with the window down, the honks and the thick Bombay air, a mix of pollution, the humid coastal air.
I didn’t know what I was doing, inviting three people whom I had met that evening, to my place. I could have gone to bed. I would have woken up early in the morning, read the news, written here, and chilled. I smoked my cigarette, thinking that life would have been better, and calmer, if I didn’t have this habit of putting myself in situations that may or may not end well.
“Can I have one?” It was Khushi. It broke my reverie.
“Yes, certainly,” I gave the packet and the lighter to Tara. She passed it on.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Khushi put a cigarette between her lips and lit it. The yellow flame of the lighter lit her face. She looked beautiful then, just as she looked in the theatre, and the time when I almost spilled coffee over her. Aniket was looking at her, his slender fair neck, sinewy at that moment, as he saw her girlfriend smoking, probably for the first time.
I was done with mine. I let the cigarette fall on the road and rolled up my window. Khushi handed over the packet of cigarettes and lighter to Tara. I was almost near the entrance of my society. The guard knew me, but I flashed my resident card.
“Fancy,” Khushi said, when we passed the gate.
I chuckled, “Yeah, I had a really good broker.”
I walked a little ahead of the group. I mean, it was their first time for all three. I am not used to being the guy who leads, I am not someone people should look up to, especially with the intent to follow me.
The residents were out and about on their evening walks. I am not much of a walker. In all this time that I have told you about my dates, you would have noticed, there’s no romantic promenade that prominently features in my courtship. The residents of my society liked walking as much as the residents of the next society.
I felt a little out of place. People were in their casuals, walking beside their wives or roommates. And there I was, leading a group of attractive people, who were slightly dressed up, especially for the hour of the day. Khushi and Aniket were walking hand in hand, talking to each other about things, that couples in long-term relationships do. Tara was quiet, looking around. She had put her denim jacket back on. Our eyes met when I was looking at her. We smiled at each other.
“What do you have to do to own a flat in a place like this?” Tara wondered loudly.
“I don’t know, maybe a partner in a law firm?” I said, pressing the button leading up to my floor.
Khushi and Aniket were at the back of the elevator. Khushi was resting against the elevator wall, her arms crossed. She looked tired. Aniket looked bored, scrolling through his phone, even though, I knew for sure he wasn’t getting reception inside the elevator.
I took my own phone, and to check the time, when I already had a wristwatch. I have to say that the entire idea seemed more and more like an ordeal than fun. I was wrong.
My guests sat down on the couch. I went to the bedroom, to change out of my jeans, into something more comfortable, a pair of trousers. I looked at myself in the mirror, a pretty formal shirt, with a pair of blue loungers. I checked my hair, and my phone. There were texts from Nidhi and Nisha. I texted them back, saying that I was going to bed. I sighed. Lies and lies. The things we lie for.
I heard laughter going on in the living room when I entered it.
Khushi was the first to see me. She was smiling, one of her arms on Aniket’s thigh and another on her mouth.
“What did I miss?” I asked, walking to my liquor cabinet.
“We were asking Tara, how many times she has been here,”
“Oh. We —”
“Yes, yes. She told us, it was your first date,” Khushi said.
“Oh,” I said, pulling four glasses, twice the quantity I am used to.
“I was just telling her, how it took Aniket six months for me to come to his place,” Khushi said, giggling again.
I gave a polite chuckle, and asked, “Is whisky good for everybody?”
“Do you have any beer?” Tara asked.
“Sure, I do,” I poured her whisky into mine.
I brought the three glasses to the table. Aniket and Khushi were on the couch. Tara to the seat beside them. I put the three glasses on the table.
“I’ll get the ice and beer,” I said. On my way to the kitchen, passing Tara, I touched her shoulder and said in a low voice, “I have a few types of beer, come and choose?”
“Anything you think is the right one,” she smiled. She looked innocent in that smile. Not the sexy, curly-haired girl on her dating profile, not the one I had been seeing all that time. I would have liked her to come to the kitchen, maybe talk a little, before coming back into the crowd again. But well, she didn’t take the hint.
“Okay,” I nodded.
I put some ice in a bowl. Of course, I don’t have an ice bucket. I am not an alcoholic, at least, I don’t think myself to be one. I took out a pint of Heineken that has been lying around for quite some time. Nidhi doesn’t drink beer. And it had been some time since I have entertained company at my place.
I walked into the room, with the things. All the while, Tara, Aniket, and Khushi were talking. They asked her what she does, and what she wanted to be. I didn’t hear the answers. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel left out. It was late, close to 1230 AM. I needed something to keep me away.
Before I finally sat down, I got my ashtray and packet of cigarettes and opened the kitchen window. Not long before, I was at the window, pondering my date with Tara. She was there, but so were two other people.
I sat on the remaining chair. Tara was opposite me, with a table between us. On the couch were Aniket and Khushi. It wasn’t the coziest of seating, but that’s all that was possible at my house. I would have liked sitting on the couch, with Tara, with her body squashed against mine, just as Khushi was with Aniket.
We clinked our glasses (Tara her bottle) and sipped our drinks.
I took out a cigarette and lit it. I should have been polite and asked if everyone was okay with me smoking in the middle of the living, but well, it was my house. After all, I did the window thing, just so that I could smoke!
Aniket was the first to speak, “I have to say, we have never done this. I mean, staying out this late without a particular plan.”
I let out a casual exhale of smoke. This is how it all starts usually, people telling me that they have never done something. But they have. In their minds, they have.
“We were wondering, what are we doing here? It’s so late, and now we are so lazy to get back home, and —” Khushi was saying.
“We can always watch a movie,” Tara said, pointing to the TV in my living room.
I was looking up at the ceiling, smoking, wondering how high up the smoke goes. I had slouched on the seat, while these people wondered what to do for the night.
“We won’t be watching a movie,” I said, taking the final drag from my cigarette. I sat up straight, and stubbed my cigarette. I looked at Tara, my face, had a hint of mischief.
“I had already told you, what we would be doing, Tara,” I said, keeping my arms on the armrest and crossing my legs. Changing into lounging pants was a good idea. They are so good for … lounging.
“Oh! Tell me, Tara, I am starting to get sleepy now,” Khushi said.
I looked at Khushi. She looked the same and different at the same time. On my couch, in her kurta, I could see the slight bulge in her belly. The brown highlights in her hair, and her dark skin, shined whenever the little sources of light in my living room hit her bare arms. Her face looked plumper, in the light of my living room.
“Well, I think it will be better if he says it,” Tara said, sipping her beer, looking at me for a brief moment, and then looking down at her feet.
Her feet were bare. It’s one of the things I like about India, about being an Indian. Feet are attractive. I wouldn’t like hosting a woman over at my house, only to see her walk around my place with her shoes on. Tara’s feet were small and veiny. I could see her toes getting restless.
Aniket and Khushi were looking at me. I took a dramatic pause and took a large swig of my whisky. I reached for my packet of cigarettes and fiddled with it. I could have let things slide. I could have said something innocuous, like I wanted to hang out, to drink without worrying about driving, I could have said that it was just so that I could show Tara my place, without the baggage of having to come to a man’s house alone at night, especially the man whom she met for the first time.
“I told Tara, that you two don’t fuck on Fridays,” I said.
Khushi has a scowl on her face, Aniket visibly inflamed, “That’s absurd. What does it even mean?” Khushi said.
I looked at Tara and raised an eyebrow.
“What he meant was, you two aren’t adventurous in bed,” Tara said.
I didn’t mean that. I know a woman who knows how to bend over, when I see one. Khushi was the kind of woman, who knew how to arc her back, how to use her ass to throw it back at a dick.
But, in hindsight, it’s the best thing Tara could have said.
Khushi's eyes narrowed, her lips pursed in a mix of anger and indignation. Aniket, on the other hand, looked like he was about to burst into laughter.
"We aren’t adventurous? What makes you think that?" Aniket asked, trying to hide his amusement. Khushi shot him a glare that could freeze a volcano. He raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I get it. It's not something we should be discussing here."
Tara set her beer down, her cheeks flushed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend. It's just that he said it, and I thought it was funny, and I don't know, I just wanted to see your reactions."
I looked at the four of us sitting in my living room. There was a slight tension in the air, but also an undeniable excitement. It was late, and the alcohol was beginning to loosen our inhibitions.
"Well," I said, reaching for my drink, "I believe in pushing boundaries. Life is too short to play it safe. And if we're being honest, we all have our secrets, our desires, our fantasies. What if, for one night, we let go of our inhibitions and explore them?"
"Well," I continued, my voice low and measured, "how about a simple suggestion? Aniket, Khushi, why don't you two kiss each other? But not just any kiss. I want you to kiss as if it's your last as if the world is ending and you have nothing left but each other."
They hesitated for a moment, exchanging glances once more. Then, as if they had silently agreed to play along, they turned to face one another. Aniket placed a hand on Khushi's cheek, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw. Khushi leaned in, her eyes half-closed, her lips parting ever so slightly.
The kiss was slow, deliberate. Their mouths melded together, their tongues gently exploring, teasing, tasting. It was as if they were rediscovering one another, their passion stoked by the knowledge that they were being watched.
I glanced at Tara, who was watching the scene with rapt attention. Her breaths came shallow and quick, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and anticipation. I could sense the sexual charge building in the room, and I knew we were all affected by it.
As Aniket and Khushi continued to kiss, their hands began to roam, caressing and stroking each other's bodies with growing urgency. Aniket's hands slid to the hem of Khushi's kurta, lifting it inch by tantalizing inch. His fingers brushed her bare skin, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.
Khushi, caught in the throes of passion, seemed to forget that they were in my living room and not their bedroom. She arched her back, pressing her body closer to Aniket's as he continued to undress her. Soon, her kurta lay discarded on the floor, leaving her clad in nothing but her bra and the thin fabric of her leggings.
Aniket's eyes roamed over Khushi’s body, his gaze dark with desire. He reached out to unhook her bra, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. Khushi didn't protest, her eyes locked on his, her expression a mixture of vulnerability and hunger.
I looked at Tara again and found that her eyes were still fixed on the couple. Her chest heaved, and her hands clenched in her lap. I could see the desire written on her face, the way she unconsciously bit her lower lip, the way her eyes seemed to devour the sight of Aniket and Khushi.
As Khushi and Aniket paused, thinking about what to do in the next step, I let my eyes wander all over Khushi’s body. Her dark skin, that plump bare belly, the naval that was squeezed. Aniket’s arm was around her, still roaming around to unhook her bra. Khushi was breathing hard, her breasts, which were round and full, heaved. She had a grown woman’s body, full in every way.
Aniket unhooked her bra and leaned forward to kiss her. Once he unhooked her bra, he rested his hand on her bare belly. I reached for my packet of cigarette and lit one. I was aroused too, but my object of desire was far away. Tara didn’t blink. For a young girl like her, it was probably the first time that she was seeing all this play out in front of her. But didn’t stop her from looking ineffably sexy.
Aniket continued kissing her, and wrapped his body around her, as Khushi let her bra slip, letting her breasts bare in the room.
I took out my phone and messaged “Hi” to Tara. The phone was in her pocket, a visible bulge in her tight denim jeans. But she didn’t look away from Aniket and Khushi.
“Tara,” I said. When she looked at me, I beckoned her.
Tara hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking between me and the couple on the couch. Then, slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, she rose from her seat and crossed the room to where I sat.
As she approached, I saw her flushed cheeks, her heaving chest, the arousal that radiated from her very being. She stopped before me, looking down into my eyes with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.
I stood up.
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It took me a month to finish this third part. And, I didn’t just finish the third part, but I finished the fourth (the last part) too. It will soon be online, maybe in a days’ time. I am sorry to all the readers who had been waiting all this time on this story. I hope you’d like the story
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