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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Vasanthy, my friend, invited me to the university women’s hostel. She did not tell me what was up. Just said that Miss. May, is around. May liked fresh fish fried. So, Vasanthy asked me if I could get some from Connemara market in Trivandrum . I said OK. After all, that is what friends are for.
I stood before my dresser mirror. I peeked at my boobs. So round waiting for the passionate grip of a strong hand. Look at my navel, ready for the kiss of a man’s lip. My arse was like a plum. That is a secret. To be kissed by the special man who thinks about me before going to sleep. Then there is my pussy, just for the man of my life. I wished a hot cock rubbing the walls of my pussy rather than his own palms.
Then I saw a picture sent by my own chechy. Her children are experimenting with a banana.
I walked to the fish market. I saw a truck unloading plantain. Next the corner shop guy was tying a vazha kula. What omen is this banana world? I bought 2 kg ney meen, cleaned, fried and caught the Thruppadapuram bus. The driver ate a banana on the next stop. This is banana day I thought.
After 45 minutes, I got down at the Karyavattom women’s hostel. To my surprise, Vasanthy and May were waiting for me. We hugged each other. May said she wanted that fish. I tossed it to May. She caught it right away.
We went to room 303, on the third floor. This room had a view of the university researcher’s hostel among the trees. The Post Graduate hostel was way far to see. The charming Vasanthy was very entertaining with words and fun. She wore a maroon sari and green blouse. Her back was slender and very attractive. The blouse was joined with short lace work about an inch long. Her sweet spine was visible through it. May opened up a packet of sweets and we shared it. May was wearing a yellow blouse and long skirt. She was brilliant to details.
Vasanthy pointed to the calendar and reminded all of us that today were karthika vilakku. The special day for us seeking soul mates. We decided to walk to the temple after sipping soft drinks. Soon we were on our way. Three of us walked closely and looked carefully for any deva’s coming our way. There were a few village women already returning from Thruppadapuram temple. As soon as we reached temple, we offered flowers and vandanas. The key is: today is the day for divine providence to intervene and bless us with eligible men of choice. This is worth praying for.
The moon was already up when we returned. Who are we going to meet? No one knows. Shortly before reaching the hostel, Vinod came walking with a guitar on his back. He was doing MA in Politics. Vasanthy is his friend. She introduced me and May to him. He offered to walk us to the hostel. We were very happy. Why he was carrying a guitar, I wondered. Knowing this, Vasanthy asked if he knew to play guitar. Vinod asked us to choose a tune. May suggest “Chandrikayil alyunnu chandrakantham”. Actually she sang the first line: “Chandrikayil alyunnu chandrakantham”. Then Vinod sang:” nin chiriyil alyunnu en jeeva ragam”, and started strumming the chords for our pleasure. We walked on and on and it was nice to have Vinod and Vasanthy repeating an old melody. We reached the gates of the women’s hostel shortly and said good bye to dear Vinod. He watched us disappear behind the walls.
As we entered the room, there was a commotion going on in other rooms. I wondered what was going on. Vasanthy closed the door behind and locked it. She did not turn the lights on at all. It was dark but for the moon light peeping through the window. She pointed out to the trees. In a hush hush tone said the fun is about to unfold. We were watching breathless. Then I saw a bone fire on the roof of Research hostel. There were a few figures dancing. Vasanthy handed both of us a pair of binoculars. That was it. As I focused it, more men were dancing around the fire. And after a few minutes, the lunges started to drop. Then the briefs started to come off. Yes, they were all naked and dancing around like some tribal ceremony. I felt giddy and collapsed to the bed. Vasanthy and May had the power to stand watching it. This was followed by poothiry and the dance came to an end. Was it the dance of devil or the gods? Well, I told myself not to worry.
The lights were turned on. I started to sip a can of Pepsi. May opened a bag of chips. May munched a fish. Vasanthy gave me a banana. I said that I want to sleep. Back in my mind I wondered who those creatures were. Vasanthy had a cane chair and she sat on it eating banana after bananas. It seems she knew most of the dancers well. Tell me about them, I asked her.
Vasanthy:” It is like a seeing a blue film. We can’t do it here. The warden is so strict, so our men do this as a favor. Actually I want to be his company”
Who are they?
Vasanthy:” It is organized by Ramdas. He tells me everything. Once he danced by dressing like a woman. I gave him the essential dress for it. We were close friends after that. Once he invited me to the hostel. I went there with a friend of me. Then somebody stole the clothes of Ramdas when he was in the shower. He ran back to the room stark naked. He came as we were e walking towards his room. Oh what a large cock! Shaggy and the balls were round like a kudukka.”
Vasanthy stopped. I wish that cock to rub the walls of my pussy. May ate another fish and I had one more banana. It was a remarkable karthika Vilakku. The one I will always remember.
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