I discovered this story while using my friend’s computer. He’d been a student at kota during his 11th-12th days and currently we’re studying engineering in Mumbai. I don’t know how much of this is true and my friend won’t tell me. I found the tale really erotic and asked him to let me post it over here. He said yes, fortunately. So, here it goes. I hope people aren’t intimidated by the length of this piece as breaking it into chunks seemed like doing it injustice. Do provide feedback if you find it as well writ and as hot as I did 😉
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Deep breath. Here we go. I am having a hard time putting this together because somehow the memory, the recollection of it still makes me horny as hell. I cannot help but touch myself and masturbate to the entire imagery that still lives as vividly in me as I lived them, experienced them, felt them, smelt them, saw them, heard them.
This is something that happened to me back in Kota when I was there during my twelfth, preparing for engineering entrance tests. I was enrolled at a local Central Board school. Just like millions of others before and around me, I was a horny student just fresh out of late puberty, still a virgin, spilling my cum here and there on every source of stimulation: porn, softcore, hardcore, pictures of actresses, fantasies of hot distant relatives, teachers, previous girlfriends, former classmates etc.
It was during the March of 2013. Board finals had just started and I was seeing this girl, Shimon, since February who was a classmate at school. She was cute and pretty even with her braces but not exactly hot. We talked for hours on end, usually over the phone. I was really into her, and she was somewhat into me, I can only guess. Life was good, even with all the exam pressure.
Unlike most others living as paying guests, I lived in a large apartment complex a little distant from the usual coaching centre hubs.
I shared the apartment with my cousin, Shrey, who was the same age as me. It was just the two of us in a fully furnished apartment with two bedrooms, a hall, a kitchen and a balcony. This strange arrangement can only be explained by the fact that we are Gujaratis. There were other Gujarati students living in the complex (usually with their mothers who had moved there for the year), one of whom was a former schoolmate who told us about the available apartment in the first place.
March was a little different in a way. My cousin’s mother, my maasi, Shweta, was to stay with us for the entire month until the exams got over. She was a short, beautiful woman, widowed, with a gorgeous body. Her plump breasts were firm and of perfect palmful sizes.
She was bit chubby but not in an unsexy way. For as long as I could remember she had always been an object of my deepest fantasies. I loved watching her and having her around made my heart jump, I would start trembling with all that pleasure in my pants, could feel my cock getting hard just by the sight of her. So, needless to say I was quite excited to have her around with us even though I never made an outwardly display of it.
In the beginning it was difficult living with her, just having her around. I was always just too horny. I remember the numerous times in the first few days when I had to rush to the toilet, do pretend flushes all the while stroking my cock to the thought of her giving me a blowjob, her beautiful cougar lips slowly closing around my foreskin and stretching it far back, licking all the precum off with her skilled tongue.
She must have thought I was persistently constipated or something. But there it was. We, Shrey, maasi and I, used to sleep in the same room which was a little darker than the other because the window faced towards the inwards of the apartment complex overlooking the corridors. Now, there were two adjoining beds just touching each other in that room. For some reason that is how the two of us slept, Shrey and I, all through 11th and 12th, even as the two heterosexual individuals that we were.
That entire month Shrey gave up his bed for maasi and I slept in my own. Shrey slept on a mattress on the floor over the left side of my bed which had space, while maasi slept over to my right side, on Shrey’s bed. Technically, she and I were “sleeping together” on the same bed. This made my permanent boner even more difficult to manage as I had to make sure that I jerked off every night before coming to the bed else it would have been difficult to sleep and not make some kind of taboo move.
In the morning, just after her shower, she wore these gorgeous tight, white T-shirts around the house and cotton trackpants which stuck to her thighs. She used to wake up at 6:30, meditated in the other room with the door closed.That room had a window which opened up to the balcony. Early on, when once I woke up early I tried peeking into the window from the balcony but the curtains made anything impossible to see.
She cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner for us which, not to mention was absolutely delicious and made me even more horny, wanting to take her right in front of Shrey, pinning her to the table, pour her amazing basundi all over her soft white boobs, sucking and licking them dry and then fucking her all day. But ofcourse nothing like this happened.
Well it wasn’t just fantasizing all day, I used to play these pranks on her all the time, where I made her laugh doing silly things like caricaturing my teachers or mutual relatives. She used to love them.
There was this unspoken tension between us where I think she always saw me with a little suspicion. This majorly had its origins in the fact that we had on numerous occasions had slight rows regarding hyperbole things like the existence of God during family get-togethers (I being a kind of a militant atheist of the family). Retrospectively I imagine it must have been some sexual tension on her part as well, though at the time I never could have guessed.Nevertheless we had a decent relationship based on our shared sense of humor.
I loved how she used to sit on the sofa chair in the evening with her study glasses leaning on the sinusoidal curve of her nose and noiselessly muttering some text she was reading all the while her beautiful ass hugged the sofa cover.Once when she went out for a walk I tried sitting there and get cuddly with the sofa all the while sniffing traces of her in the air.
The routine set in after a week I guess and everything got to normal, my horniness subsided a little, though never completely gone and we got busy studying for the upcoming exam dates.
One afternoon while reading my textbook in the study room (the one overlooking the balcony) I got bored and started lazing around with my phone. I must’ve stumbled upon some sexy pictures of Jennifer Lopez, I remember, wearing a see-through dress at some event.
Shrey and maasi were sitting in the hall so I got a little carefree and started touching my cock which soon got solid hard and one could easily see the dent on my pants. Right then maasi walked in to get a pen from the room. Now the desks were just besides the door entrance, so I guessed my pants were somewhat hidden under the desk surface but I was wrong. Maasi saw my phone screen and the dent. She blushed but started to ignore me and asked standing there at the door itself:
“Beta do you have Shrey’s inkpen here?”
I started searching the pen stands on the desk like a fool and was so embarrassed while muttering senselessly: “No I haven’t seen it for days, I don’t know, can’t find it, didn’t see it”. Meanwhile she started to approach me and her navel was almost touching me I could smell the slight after-shower smell of rosewater. She passed me and picked up the pen from the rolled mattress lying behind me chirping, “Found it”.
I faltered on my embarrassment and stared fixedly staring at her white T-Shirt her beautiful boobs sticking out from them. I must have stared for two seconds when I realized she was looking at me and I looked in her eyes right then.She wore this strange look on her face which somehow seemed amused and disgusted at the same time. But she quickly looked away and walked outside. I noticed then that my cock was still hard and my dent still quite visible.
While this experience did make me shy around my maasi for a few days I guess in the long run all it did was make me bold. She never alluded to the incident again or talked about it. Things were normal between us and there were a couple more times where I deliberately tried to display her my dent pretending to be innocent but she always failed to directly look at me during those times. All the more it made me so fucking excited I felt like baring it all in front of her someday.
One fine evening someday after the incident when she went out for a walk in the complex park and Shrey was out to visit a friend who stayed in the same building, I started looking for maasi’s lingerie. I found all of it carefully folded besides some of her son’s tshirts and one of her white ones.
It took the white t-shirt, put it on and took away my pants and boxers completely. I rolled around on the bed she slept on while wearing her tshirt, naked from the waist below smelling her pillow and playing with her bra and panty.I smelled them and put on her panty. My rod-like cock dripping from all the precum stained the panty and my cock rolled free from underneath. I started stroking my cock with her bra rolled around it. I imagined her giving me an anal using a strapon while I wore her shirt and and her panty.
For a time I imagined me as my maasi being fucked by Shrey and myself. It was crazy hot and I came in a minute all over her bra which got dripping wet over the breastcups. I licked them clean with my tongue for an entire thirty minutes still very horny from the experience. All I wanted to do was to wear her garments for the rest of my life and roll where she slept at. I gave some thought to stealing her lingerie but then decided to do it on the last day when she wouldn’t notice.
She got back after sometime. Shrey still hadn’t come. We talked a bit about the weather, the sports facilities in the building, her college times in Bombay. Soon, she started preparing us dinner and sometime after she went to the bedroom and opened the cupboard where I had arranged her clothes as before. I didn’t see her finding anything strange and relaxed.
One day when I woke up unusually early I noticed maasi still asleep besides me. Shrey was sleeping on the floor to my left. Maasi slept on her side facing towards me. Her hands curled in front of her T-shirt which made the shapes of her breasts more prominent and I got an instant boner owing to morning testosterone.
I moved myself as quietly as possible to a position where I could see her cleavage softly forming under the thin neck lining of the fabric pulled down. I slowly pulled down my pants under the quilt I was sleeping with and started stroking. This was the first time I was masturbating while directly looking at her. The light was just breaking outside so it made my visibility very limited but whatever I came to see that morning, I can never forget for the rest of my life.
She looked beautiful when she was asleep even more so than when she is awake. Her pink lips slowly rested like the blooming petals of a spring flower. Her thin silver chain lay hanging carelessly over her wrinkled porcelain neck and reached out between the cleavage formed off her two full breasts. I kept stroking slowly, enjoying the full view, hoping the dawn would never end.
After about ten minutes or so she slowly started stirring and switched to the other side. I shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep while she was moving. Sometime after she stopped moving I could see her facing the other side now. Her hip lay under the quilt she was sleeping with. I lay quiet for sometime and continued jerking off.
As I got more and more horny I gathered courage enough to slide her quilt below her waist to get a view of her delicious ass. I did this in slow steps where I picked up a corner of her quilt and slid it down an inch. Just as I’d slid the quilt almost down her waist she started moving again and pulled over the quilt back to her chest. Shit. I lay still playing pretend-sleep again. She increasingly started to move in her sleep, changing positions and the like before she suddenly bolted awake.
She looked by my side and then towards the window. I was pretending to be asleep all the while, while my eyes lay just about shut to see everything. Something occurred to me. I was still donning my boner under the quilt. I changed my position and lay on my back now while pretending to be doing all of it in my sleep. I opened my eyelids a little.
My boner was completely visible now, hard and open. It was like a steep mountain of quilt fabric over my crotch area. I saw her look towards me for a long time but I could hardly see her face because of the lack of light. I was trying my best not to go even a little soft while she sat there, but it wasn’t exactly easy. You tend to lose focus even in those situations. After a time, while I noticed her watching me the entire time, must have been a few minutes, she got up and walked outside.
I must have fell asleep soon thereafter. That day I noticed she hardly talked to me or met my gaze and behaved strange in general.
Time flew by. Three weeks had passed and we had only one exam left. Shrey had his last exam scheduled two days after me as his optional subject was different from mine so I figured I had time to have some fun in that shithole before I left it forever for good and never came back.
I made some plans with Shimon to go out for a movie that weekend after our exams were over. I think the movie was probably “Django Unchained” for those wondering. We also made other plans. She was to come over at my place on the day before our last exam to study. I made up my mind to get atleast a kiss from her that night and was overly excited about the prospect the entire remaining week. I told about this to maasi.
“Maasi she’s a friend, she’s only coming by to study. I think she might feel comfortable if you’re around rather than just two guys.” The conversation was really weird. But she still wasn’t exactly looking at me and continued deseeding the pea-pods over the table for dinner.
“Yes, sure, I’ll be here. So she’s your classmate you say?” she asked in a strange uncomfortable manner.
“Yeah, we’re in the same class, Shrey, her and I”
Shrey nodded.
The thing is I never talked to Shrey about her. Things had always been awkward between us since the time I started talking to a girl he used to like and we’d gotten into a long-distance relationship soon afterward. But that was one-year ago. I was always afraid in some silly way he would try stealing my girl too in revenge, so I never told him about my love interests or who I was talking to or going out with then.
So that was it. Shimon would be coming by and maasi would be hanging around that time so as not to make her feel too uncomfortable. This awkward situation only arose as in all my excited stupidity I’d unthinkingly told her she could come by and that “my maasi and cousin will be around” when she’d asked if she could come over at my place to get tutored on some subject material she found difficult to comprehend.
The next day I somehow woke up early again. Maasi had already woken up and must have been in the hall. I felt no desire to go to sleep again so I got up and went to the hall. I noticed she was not there and the door to the other room was closed. I figured she might be meditating inside.
I went to the balcony to take in some fresh air and noticed that the curtains to the window of the other room were slightly open and the insides were visible.
Without making any further noise I crawled slowly, turning to make sure no one else in the building on another balcony was noticing, and crouched besides the window to look inside through the open section of the curtains. My heart skipped a beat. There she was, sitting straight as a sadhu with her eyes closed in deep contemplation.
She looked angelic in her white T-Shirt and trackpants all of which gave away the shape of her body in such a graceful way. She was a sight to behold. She was a darling to my eye. I wished I were forty and that had a wife like her.
I could see a slight red rash over the base of her neck, over where her silver chain clung to the skin, probably a mosquito bite and a subsequent scratch. I wished how I could have captured that mosquito that had kissed her neck last night, trap it in fresh tree sap, solidify it to amber and make a necklace out of it.
I imagined Shweta maasi and me walking along a tropical beach overlooking a pink sunset with no one around, just her and me walking side by side wearing nothing between us but just her with her amber-necklace trapped with the mosquito that bit her and just strolling on and on through the world that comes after the armageddon.
Instead I sat there and watched her as long as I could, watched her do the entire show, from sitting up straight in the lotus position to some pranayam and then laying on her back to finish it off.
The day came, just before my last exam when Shimon was to come by and I was just plain excited for her visit and had made up my mind to present my most charming self. I had to have that kiss before I left this place. She had just been a crush for too long.
She came by at around four in the evening and I introduced her to my maasi who was super awkward about the whole thing. I never quite saw it at that time why she was behaving so strangely. She had this fake smile on the entire time that Shimon was there. We started to study soon thereafter in the study-room and she brought us some snacks, biscuits and coffee.
She was nice to Shimon while she continually stole these unsmiling looks at me while Shimon wasn’t looking. I was confused. Still, things with Shimon went great, I made her laugh from time to time, was my most charming self, we reached first base, touching each other in a friendly manner from time to time and I continued ignoring my maasi who was sitting in the hall.
Shrey was in the bedroom the entire time. Shimon and I continued up till around nine after which she decided it was time to go. I told maasi that I’d see Shimon off to the gates and make sure she gets a rickshaw to her place at this hour.
“Arre, no problem. I’m going over to Malini’s place, I’ll see her off. You can stay and study.”
Fuck. This was a big problem. I’d made up my mind to try my luck with Shimon and see her off with a goodbye kiss out in the anonymous dark of nighttime.
Even Shimon seemed disappointed by the prospect of me not coming to see her off. Smiles had been washed away from her face. Maasi had offered it all in a tone which left nothing to challenge, leaving me with nothing but to comply with the offer-in-form-of-an-order.
Shimon smiled and said “Sure” after some moments of awkward silence. I could do nothing but hang in there with a polite smile. We said our byes to each other and she gave me friendly hug at the door. While hugging her I opened my eyes a little and saw maasi looking at me with a stern, impolite look on her face. I let go and we parted, Shimon and maasi together.
At that point I had never been as pissed off at a situation as much as at that time. And I was particularly infuriated with my maasi obviously, even more so than the numerous times she’d shown her stupidity while babbling religious illogic during dinner conversations.
How I wished I could take her by that ponytail hair and fuck her in the ass, dirty over the kitchen counter or balcony railing. Cockblocker maasi. When she got back, we had our dinner and I went back to study. She was ignoring me and avoiding my eye the entire time.
That night as we were all in bed I was still very upset about the entire thing and couldn’t sleep. I was not particularly horny but regardless pulled off my pants slowly under the quilt and started masturbating.
Maasi and Shrey were quick asleep besides me as far as I could see. I noticed Maasi was sleeping on her side facing towards me.
I had courage on because of the fact that I was pissed off at her and so switched sides and started facing her as well sleeping on my side. And then I slowly started stroking my cock again. I was playing for quite a time, pulling back the foreskin, putting some spit over the head and doing so again, tasting the oncoming precum.
Through the faint light coming in from the window I could see her and I believe if she were awake she could have seen me very easily as the light source was behind her and the soft light fell directly over me. I could see her wearing her long green satin nightgown different from usual nights when she wore just the t-shirt and trackpants.
She was not covering herself with her quilt at all which was also a little unusual because of the cold. She moved and changed her position to sleeping on her back. I stopped masturbating and lay still for a moment.
And then I saw it. I could see two blimps of small hard nipples visibly sticking from under her nightgown. They were quite obvious because of the falling light and the contrast.
She could not have been wearing a bra underneath. This excited me even more and I started stroking furiously. I was being a little noisy because of the way my arm brushed against my tshirt. One could clearly have heard the periodicity of each stroke if one were awake and listening carefully.
However I guessed no one was awake anyway and continued jerking off in a haphazard manner periodically putting spit on my cock for pleasure and a feel of dirtiness. All of this entirely while facing my maasi and lying on my side.Suddenly in a quick move while I was in the middle of a stroke my maasi turned towards me and lay on her side.
I got very nervous for a moment that she had seen me or heard what I was doing. I started stroking again after some moments of dead silence, this time without making all the noise. I was in no hurry to cum and sleep so I kept playing and edging for a few minutes.
For a good minute or so I had my eyes shut and was stroking to the thoughts of Shimon giving me a blowjob and us making out. I imagined how it would have went between us if maasi would not have had intervened and I’d been the one to drop her off at the gates.
I assured myself that I would have been completely successful in getting that kiss and I would have had probably been in a relationship before the day was done with, Kota giving me my one parting gift. That didn’t happen and I committed myself to turning things around when we were to go out for the movie and the dinner afterwards tomorrow.
I opened my eyes. There she was, Shweta maasi was wide awake, her eyes looking directly into mine and I was still in the middle of stroking my cock. I noticed also that she had moved a little closer and was almost over the divide where the two beds touched each other.
I stopped jerking off for a minute and started pretending that I was asleep. I parted my eyes from time to time and saw her still gawking at me with her full light brown eyes even in the dismal light.
After some time I got very nervous and opened my eyes to the full and I could see she was completely aware of my being awake. She kept looking at me her eyes now dancing with a mild moistness.
Meanwhile my cock was rock hard the entire time. I realized one could even see the boner through the quilt. There we lay, maasi and I staring into each other’s eyes. I was feeling a bit awkward but I was getting increasingly horny.
Maasi didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all and kept watching me with a neutral look on her face. I slowly caught hold of my cock again and started stroking in her complete presence.
She looked at those stroking movements for a moment but kept her eyes fixed over mine otherwise. I could not believe I was masturbating right in front of my maasi. I kept stroking and edging, stroking and edging over and over.I was getting too excited not to make a move but I held myself there.
After what seemed like ages she slowly moved her right hand towards my crotch and with a quick move picked up the quilt covering my cock and took it over in a firm grip. My cock was still a little wet from all the precum and spit I had spread all over.
She pulled back my foreskin very slowly and painfully and then played with the tip of my pisshole for a while. I still held myself there all the while looking into her eyes.
She then started stroking my cock over and over while giving me sharp excited looks with her eyes. She brought her other arm towards her mouth, put on her spit and applied it over my head.
She stroked and stroked. Pulled my skin all the way down and I realized I had never ever in my life felt such pleasure or had my dick as hard as it was right now.
Her strokes were the perfect blend of firmness and pull, her soft hands, her amazing spit made me cum in a minute after she’d begun. I came all over the bedsheets, her and mine. As I came, I crawled closer towards her and put my hand over her shoulder. She was shaking as well.
She then started sucking on her right hand forefinger lasciviously. I lay there watching her suck and lick on her fingers and then both of us lay silent and motionless for a few minutes looking into each other’s eyes. We started kissing. Our tongues felt and rolled and slipped between each other like wrestling puppies.
She bit my lower lip and would cover me in her saliva, that love-potion that leaves no barriers between lovers. I could taste her, she tasted of roses, lemon and cum. This made me more and more excited. My dick was back to rod-hard. We were making quite a rumble.
Somewhere down, Shrey was rolling over in his sleep and we stopped for a second, our hearts roaring over the dead night. I started kissing her neck and her breastbone and started feeling her soft but firm, satin-smooth breasts through the fabric.
I then slipped off the shoulder strap of her blouse on one side and she shrugged them in weak resistance and pleasure. I kept kissing all over her and in no time had her hands out from the straps. The shoulder straps now no longer went over her shoulders and the neckline of her gown rested over her chest just over her breasts.
I stopped for a while relishing the moment and kissed her a last deep kiss involving our tongues and slipped off the gown over her breasts. There they were, quite like I had imagined them. Round, firm and beautiful.
Her light nipples were all erect in the moonshine. I brought my lips over them and suckled on them like a baby, one after the other. I could have played with her boobs the entire night and I did so for quite a while, squeezing on them, exploring all of it with my tongue and lips and kissing her back over her lips from time to time.
I now started stroking her shin, slowly lifting her nightgown over the thighs. When I reached the thighs she stopped me with a firm hand and shook her head. I forced my hands free from her surprisingly strong grip and started touching her crotch, rubbing it over the smooth fabric. She went crazy and started kissing me like mad all over again.
I tried lifting up her nightgown once more and she tried stopping me once again but this time I pinned down her arm with my other arm kissing her furiously all the while I lifted the gown up to her thighs and further. Then I moved my hand to her crotch expecting to find her panties. But all I could feel was a smooth wetness and a sudden fragrance that defied explanation. This was me, mad in love, as they call it. I jumped over on her and slid my fingers covered with her wetness into her mouth.
She started suckling on them like crazy. She covered them in saliva and I used her fluids to lubricate my cock. I pulled back my foreskin which had slid back on and started finding her hole in the darkness with my dick. I stroked myself a few times just above her vagina over the clitoris expecting the hole to be somewhere there.
She went even more crazy as I sucked onto the nipples at the time. I gave up and started to find the hole with my fingers, found an opening and guided my cock into it. Damn.This was my pleasure ultimate. I was inside her. She did a noiseless moan into which I slid my tongue and we started kissing wildly again.
I kept fucking her, in and out, in and out. Her nightgown had been slid upward from below and down from above hanging over her stomach. She moved both her legs over my ass and locked me into missionary love.
While we were making love if that is what this can be called I was sure that I was in love with this woman. If God could allow this, I wanted to be with her all my life. I wanted to marry her. I was inside her and she was inside me.
I realized the ferocity that drives two people together as we caressed each other’s lips, entirely one with each other and as I sucked onto her boobs like her own child. I loved this woman. She was moaning silently the entire time.After a minute I could not hold it any longer and came right inside her. I’d spilled twice as much as I had before.
She kissed me on the forehead and I started suckling on her breasts one more time. I held my cock inside her afterwards for a few minutes as she stroked my hair and as I caressed her neck and played with her nipples. In a sudden decision, I decided to return the favor.
I moved myself down the bed, she was surprised and started resisting. I went on and started kissing her clit. I played with it, licking and sucking on the fragile folds, holding myself from no move, no exploration.
Slowly I slid my fingers over her vagina and started sliding it under and inside, while unleashing a tongue tornado on her clit. She was shaking like crazy the entire time and locked my head into the position with her strong legs as before. I kept going for about ten minutes.
And suddenly a strong, clearly audible moan escaped and droned in the silent room. Her hips started jolting and shaking ferociously and she started to cum. My head was pinned to her crotch the entire time as those deep spasms reverberated through the primal matter of my brain.
Her cum tasted a little salty and creamy, not exactly sweet but that made me so horny again. She held me there with her legs for a couple of minutes before she let go and I moved back up.
She then started kissing me and murmured a soft “Thank you.” I played with her breasts one more time while she stroked my cock again and made me cum once again. Then she started to get her gown on and I simply lay there watching her. I grabbed her after she had put on the gown and we lay there cuddling each other for about ten more minutes.
Afterward, she forcibly pushed me back towards my bed and went to sleep, motionlessly over her side facing away from me. I felt like exploding. Now that we had done it, I wondered if I could keep myself away from her over the night. I checked out the time on my phone besides the bed. It was 2:45 AM. I figured I might as well give sleep a chance if I am to appear for my exam the next day. I must have quickly went under because I remember sleeping like a baby that fine night. As far as I know I had not moved from my side the entire time.
The next day I woke up with a fond recollection of the night before. Usually after waking up from an incomplete sleep I feel shitty and nauseated. This wasn’t so today. I was fresh and sturdy as ever. Maasi behaved very normally, didn’t mention anything and talked with no awkwardness of the night before.
Shrey too didn’t behave as if something weird had happened, something I was afraid of, that he might have been awake the entire time. She made me breakfast, wished me luck for the exam and off I went. I too didn’t bring anything up with her in private, figured it was best left to a time after my exam was done with.
I didn’t bring anything up that day ofcourse. I had a movie date with Shimon which went by decently but led to nothing as I had imagined. We never kissed or got into a relationship but she was to become a close friend for my days to come.
I did confront maasi about where we then stood, the day after that, sometime in private while Shrey was off at some mutual friend’s place. She told me she would not be comfortable discussing the matter and that it was a one time thing and that it is best we forget everything. I told her I could not forget it with the usual drama of the hurt guy. I tried kissing her then but she wouldn’t let me or even look me in the eye. I told her it was impossible to forget all this.
“I love my son. I don’t want to mess things up in our family. We shouldn’t have done this. It was wrong. I want you to forget everything and I will too. Please, for my sake.”
Shrey came back soon afterwards and we tried behaving normally but it was quite inconceivable.
The truth is we never got to talk after that day, maasi and I. Shrey was always around and my dad came by to Kota on the morning of Shrey’s last exam. We had a train to catch back home the very same evening.
As I departed from the city I reminisced about all the memories I would take back. Some quite shitty ones, some funny, some involving friends, shivering in the afternoon shade or playing badminton up till three in the winter morning, the innumerable coaching sessions we’d attended, chemistry experiments gone wrong, funny Biharis, crazy Rajasthanis, superhot teachers, psychopathic classmates.
I wondered that of what the city had given me or taken away from me, there was that one thing that it had given me as a parting gift. A chance for me to lose my virginity, to be inside my Shweta maasi — the manipulator who had probably been the source of a failed relationship with a girl my age but who had expertly hijacked everything in order to simply make love to me in all her uber-human jealousy.