The weirdest day of life

It was at about four in the morn when mummy kissed my cheek to wish me bye without waking me up, as she along with papa was leaving for Simla. I was not accompanying them as (i) it would have meant missing my class at tutorials; (ii) I wanted them to enjoy each other’s company without me or Sheena bothering them. Mummy relented but she failed at her attempt (i) to convince me to accompany them and (ii) to not disturb my sleep.

Insomnia troubled me thereafter and bored by it, finally at the strike of dawn, I left for jogging. I don’t know whether it was my 2nd dinner while late night studying or the smooth drizzle or the excitement of meeting her which made me brisk more than an unbelievable 6 km. After breakfast, I replied to her 12 messages and confirmed our date. She established the day was lucky as her parents were also not gonna come before late night.

It took about an hour of literal begging and a phone call from mummy to convince taiji for allowing me have lunch outside and finally after lying about going out with friends and then going to brilliant straight, I took the auto for defence colony. At noon precise, we met at the mochas As usual, we hugged and kissed. She was 6.5 in her indescribable attire. Taking our avalanche, hand in hand, we sat and talked about everything, the way we met about 4 years back at my bhaiya’s wedding, the 1st time we kissed and all that calenderic stuff.

“What do you look in a girl?”
I know when ur girlfriend ask u this question, she is asking u for describing her.
“Look, I want her to be beautiful not essentially sexy, you understand the difference? I want her to have a class. I mean, I have met tons of awesome looking girls, but the moment they open their mouth, you are like what the crap?”
Then my turn to irritate, “what do you look in a girl before asking her?
She raised a kink, “well, I searched all lesbian dating sites, but I liked ur pick the most.”
I hate her for being smarter. I never ask for her expectations. That’s creating unnecessary burden man!
I was literally staring at the two 10/10 girls in the café when she disturbed my gaze.
“Ahha, some one is hypocrite? For god’s sake Stop ogling those fucking R’s, that’s rude when ur on a date”
“Why jealous? They deserve attention. Ok baba sorry”
“I met with Vishesh’s girl yesterday,”
What in the world I have to do with her brother’s girlfriend.
“Oh, really? Was she beautiful? I bet Vishesh is not as lucky as me.”
“I am impressed by ur attempt of flattery. She indeed was cute”
We were just talking, when someone tapped on my shoulder, I turned and hell turned loose on me. It was my Bhabhis’ sister.
“Hello sir!”
“Oh! hye didi, how’s u here”
“But, that’s my question! And where are mamma and maami?”
“I am here with my friends. She is Tanushka. Others gone to fetch…”
“…….And gives u privacy. Don’t be introvert! You both entered together and alone”
I was afraid to death. I know that it’s rarely mummy gets to meet Sonal didi but somehow if from Sonal diddi to bhabhi and from bhabhi to mummy. Man! I was gone.
“The avalanche is my favourite. What’s urs? Should I bring u something?”
I shouldn’t have said that, I immediately realized.
“I like my brownie more. Ok I have my pals waiting at the front table. See you. “
The Avalanche erupted and I at once took tanu’s hand left away”
“Can we have some desolation? Hell it’s raining heavily now.”
I was in no mood to continue at a public place to be seen by my entire family.
“You coward puppy, Lets go to my place”
I hated and appreciated her respectively for her sentences.
“You can change if you want. Take something from Vishesh’s closet”, She said handling me a towel.
“Cool”
I was just checking his cupboard when I saw something…. KOHINOOR CONDOMS. I salute this man.
“Your brother is lucky”, I said waving the packet to show her.
I chose kurta and shorts and placed the rubber in my pocket. I was to change and expected her to leave but she just sat on the bed.
“Will You help me”, naughty, I am.
“You won’t get anything. Don’t even try. I am going. I myself wana change.”
I was just putting on when something struck me. The room in which she was changing had a second entrance from the common bathroom. I rushed to try my luck.
Luckiest Dog, I would call myself. Opened the door. She in just her undies.
SLAP! SLAP! KICK! SLAP! .............
She was hitting me and abusing me when I don’t know just hugged her. She continued to struggle but it was fading away. Soon we were just wrapped in each others arms, kissing each others like mad. It seemed to me like forever. I also wanted the time to stop. We both collapsed on the bed still in each others arms and continued to kiss. I don’t know what happened to her. She took my hand and reluctantly but yes placed it on her bra strap. I am intelligent. Soon we were transformed into those Greek Paintings of limitless love and intimacy. She was awesome. Not a streak of hair on her whole body.

She took the condom packet out of the shorts now on the floor and handed it to me.
“Are you sure”
“No”
“I won’t impose myself. I would go slowly. I love you my goddess. “
I knew not how to wear the condom. So in the middle of my best moments, I was reading the instructions on the condom pack. Do you want to know what embarrassment is? I am the person to ask.

Finally, I was successful. I don’t watch porn as such but knew as such my part and satisfied it, her and myself to the best one can in his first try. One moment I was scared was when she started bleeding but she said its normal for a girl on the 1st time. I agreed.

After sex, I don’t know why but a sense of guilt started to irritate at least me. Her too, even more pathetically. I even started hating her. I looked at her like a dignified girl. Doubts started erupting me about whether it was her 1st or not but I chose not to over contemplate on this.
“Let’s have some fresh air.” I suggested.
After 15 minutes of pin drop silence walking,
“I am hungry yaar. Let’s go for lunch”.

In the middle of just staring at the food, she started crying. Yes in front of 20 odd people, she started crying. Man everyone was staring at me as if I was the biggest MCP present there who had made this girl cry.
I went over to her, gave her a hug and we both left, leaving gaping eyes.

“I know what u think of me know….. As an R who could sleep with anyone”
“No dammed. I am not anyone for you. Both of us at equal level of guilt. And why guilt, I ask?
An hour of cajoling and we were both fine.
It was the first time when I desperately wanted to go home.
We walked back to her home, I wished her bye and took the auto back. Throughout the whole journey, I was sleeping. I also had to respond to mummy’s exact 42 miss calls.