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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
It was an August afternoon. I sat in the sit out and the evening sun drew long shadows of the surroundings. A ray of light fell upon the photo in my house. It was crimson red and looked beautiful. Soon it will be dark and dull. I need to have fun, a lot of fun. Mom called me from the dining room. The evening coffee is ready. I slowly glided to the dining hall. There was a bunch of letters and dad’s medicine box on the dining table. Mom prepared samosa and tamarind sauce all by herself. I mean without any help from anybody. Be it recipe or friendly advise, mom does not need it. She is a good home maker. I love my mom very much.
The rains have stopped and nature is beautiful at its best. It is harvest time. Dad is busy in the fields, handing orders to the laborers. They are a lazy lot and need constant attention. Or, they will slog and waste time. I sipped my coffee and swallowed a bite of samosa. Yummy yummy delight. I thanked mom and praised her for being so nice. Had my brother been here, he would have finished all those samosas quickly. He could eat fifty five iddly at one sitting. Bravo, he is away. I sorted the mail. I thanked god that no one could send viruses as attachments in surface mail yet. I spotted a pink envelope addressed to me.
It was from my friend Gopi. He had been at his house. I did not know that. I guessed Gopi was in Calcutta. He is a nuclear power technician and a painter. He sent an invitation to be with him. I leaped with joy. So much fun to be with such a brainy kid. He could play chess and other electronic games non stop for hours. I know that Gopi is deeply insecure in his heart. But, I love him well. I decided to go to his house. The next weekend I spent with Gopi. Good boy.
His house is two storey built and beautiful with costly furniture. My guest room was on the ground floor and I loved to see his room upstairs. On my first day, we ate supper and played cards until 12 AM. I said good night and tried to sleep. My bed was near the window and I let it open. At 5:30 AM, I heard a tap on the window. I pretended to be asleep. Suddenly I saw gopi peering inside through the open window. I knew what he wanted. Just see me in bed. May be Gopi want to see me naked. No. He did not say anything to me. Does he want to see me undress. I was puzzled at his ways. I could not guess what is happening inside his head. I thought there might be formulae and equations in that brain. But alas, there is more to it than one might guess first.
In the morning, I was eager to see Gopi at breakfast. No, he does not eat much breakfast. He sipped tea and biscuits. No dosa, idyappam, uppma, nothing so far. How difficult it would be for his future wife to entertain him and keep him happy. I could not help get rid of the morning incident. I felt sorry for Gopi, the more I thought about it. He is stressing himself too hard with the thought of watching me undress. He might be getting erection in his dick while Gopi indulge in vivid fantasy. I wanted to relieve him. He seemed to be quiet. I eagerly wanted to reward Gopi with his wishes. I was on high alert.
After lunch, we went out to pick guava fruits. Gopi , the nuclear scientist could not pluck the fruits. I grabbed a stick on a pole and twisted the fruits out. This amazed him. I took a nice round fruit and gently placed it in his hands. He started to bite it. I engaged him in small talk. He like to paint and compose lyrics. What a genius he might be, I wondered. Gopi asked me to go to his room to show me his paintings. I said yes. I was waiting for the moment his inner self takes over. He painted red and pink flamingoes beautifully. I was dressed with a turquoise top and hunter green tights.
My boobs were big and beautiful for any man. I browsed through his collection and looked at his eyes. They were burning with passion. I loved his eyes. I was jealous of his friends at Calcutta. Gopi asked me if I have any more fruits that I like. I said that I liked bananas. Did he understand my implication, I wondered. My bosom was getting hard and eager for Gopi’s kneading and pulling. Man, what is he waiting for. Here we are together, safely out of reach of anyone else. Soon I felt a hand on my arse. Please kiss my arse and play with my boobs ! I almost said it. But no, I should not. Soon, we looked out. I saw a passenger jet taking off from nedumbassery airport.
Gopi took a bilocular and followed it. He said something about the plane. I lost my hopes. As a teenager , Gopi used to look for the girls returning home from college. Now he look after jet planes. What a pity. I am waiting for his embrace. He forgot me totally. May be next time, I consoled myself, he will show an interest in me. I know he will kiss my arse. But where is he now ? Can anyone tell me please ? Maybe, I should have a dog. It will be loyal to me. Man, how awful. When full of semen, he will do anything to relieve it. Then forget about it. I dreamed of getting a dress and a necklace and sex. So much happiness together. I have a big bum. I wanted gopi to embrace me. But, an airplane ruined every thing.
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