Romance My experience with love [Completed]

[avsji]

I wore a gray sports coat, which was my ‘go to’ coat for almost every occasion, ranging from business lunches to casual travel. I also looked very good in it. I wanted to look good for my ‘date’! I usually wore formal pants with that coat, but for a change, tonight I wore a pair of blue jeans, keeping it sincere and informal at the same time. This was the first time I was going to treat Latika not like a little girl, but as a young woman… more importantly, as my date. I was going on a date after such a long time. Abha had insisted that I took Latika someplace nice, where the food was the best, and provided a romantic setting. Therefore, I chose an Italian restaurant, which served some very elegant food choices and wine. I checked myself in the mirror and liked what I saw. Yes, there was a bit of graying in my sideburns, but that only added to the character. I had for very long kept a disciplined lifestyle, which had helped me in great physical shape.

At seven o’clock, I heard Latika’s footsteps coming down the stairs, as I waited for her downstairs. I looked up and wondered in amazement how such a beautiful woman could have snuck into the house without me noticing. It was only when I glimpsed her face that I was really convinced this was Latika! She looked otherworldly beautiful! Latika’s lithe legs and thighs flashed from the dress’ frontal slit as she walked down the stairs. With every step the dress’ frontal slit parted, revealing a long expanse of her legs. Dress’s fabric clung to her young body, emphasizing her slim waist and pert breasts. A gold pendant on a thin chain hung just between her cleavage.

‘God! She is so beautiful!’

I had to force my eyes away. I tried to swallow and realized that my mouth had gone dry. I had never imagined Latika could look so… so, sexy. That thought hit me hard.

“Hey Daddy… cheer up!” Abha, who was walking behind Latika, chirped as she hit the bottom step, “Come on, this is your and Ma’s first date… and hopefully a big one! You have got to show her a good time!”

When Abha addressed Latika as ‘Ma’, my heart quivered!

‘Can there really be a future for Latika and me?’

The desire to be married again became strong in my heart.

‘Could Latika be that woman?’

Latika on the other hand took that compliment as if she were used to it. She came smiling towards me and extended her hand towards me. Automatically, I took that hand in mine. The first touch sends shivers down my spine. That was curious because this was not the first time that I touched that hand. When the relational equations change with a person, how they project in one’s life also changes.

‘Oh God! She is so very beautiful!’

How could I never see that? How could I never see how amazingly beautiful Latika was? How could I not see other men drooling over her when she exercised or did her runs? How could I be so blind?

What Latika did next was completely unexpected: she slipped her arm into mine and steered me toward the door. She was beaming. I was nervous.

I drove to the restaurant. We talked a little while riding over to the restaurant. Out of habit, our conversation was just like any other we had had over the years… how was her day; how are her friends, stuff like that. Restarting dating at such a late age is difficult… one forgets the new rules of the game. Also, I believe that I was out of touch of this new generation, which did not help me either. But Latika was kind enough and enthusiastically engaged with my silly attempt at making a conversation.

When we got to the restaurant, the maitre d'hotel showed us to our table, which was at the rooftop: the table was candlelit, set with crisp white linen, white china and sparkling crystal. In the past, I could have been more innovative, but for too long I had been hosting business luncheons and dinners… so, this became a standard practice for me. Go for expensive! I knew Latika was not that kind of girl… but one can hardly resist the force of habit. I had already asked the maitre d'hotel to serve Chenin Blanc. Latika, as per my knowledge, never drank. Therefore, I opted for this classic wine, that could please her senses as well as provide comfort in the hot weather.

The setting was such that I did not feel comfortable talking about mundane stuff. They just did not feel right. This was our date… our first date! Our talk turned to more serious topics, such as her future dreams and my future worries. Her future dreams were simple, and my future worries were of non-serious nature. When the waiter poured wine for us, Latika looked at me quizzingly.

“It is safe… don’t worry. If you do not like it, we can order something else… or, we can totally skip alcohol.” I smiled. Latika too. She wanted to participate in this little ritual.

“Thank you for asking me out.” She spoke.

“Thank you for accepting my request Latika… I don’t know for some reason we are acting strange when we are together at home.”

“I am sorry.”

“Oh No. Please… I think I am to be blamed for that.” I said what I felt was right, “There was no reason not to talk to you… I behaved in an immature manner. So, thank you for giving me an opportunity to make things right.”

Latika reached out and kept her hand over mine, giving it a little squeeze.

“Don’t think about it… I am just happy that everyone at home is so supportive.” Latika smiled, “How was your week?” she asked.

“Boring. These days everything is boring. I thought of you the entire time.” Even I was surprised at my directness.

“Well… I too think about you,” she said, “… all the time!”

I reached and took her hand into mine.

“You are so beautiful.” I said.

Latika blushed and then kissed my hand. My heart throbbed.

 

[avsji]

“I am going to be honest with you… Amar…” she said - she was on the first name basis now, and I was very happy about that, “I am never as forward with other men as I am with you. There is just something about you.”

She waited, but I said nothing.

“I am surprised that someone as handsome as you, is not already dating someone… so, other women’s loss is my gain.” She smiled.

My nervousness returned. Latika was taking it all so well, whereas, I was still behaving in a reserved manner, “Latika… I am tired.”

Her expressions immediately changed to those of concern, “Oh, shall we go home?”

“No… oh no… that is not what I meant. I am tired, not physically, but emotionally…” Latika understood what I wanted to say and kept quiet, “I have been married twice… and have had relationships with half a dozen women… before you.”

I emphasized the last two words, so that she understood what she was getting into. She must understand that I was not only twice widowed, but also, I have had a vast sexual experience.

“But surely that does not affect, us?”

I hoped not.

“After Devyani, I never had any experience with dating and the occasional experience that I have is of the crash and burn type.”

“Amar,” Latika touched my cheek with such affection that I melted - when did that little girl grow up to become such a mature young woman - “do you think that all that would affect our future?”

“No.” I whispered.

“Then let us not worry about it.”

Latika talked like an expert, I thought; even as I went along with our conversation, I knew that she was carefully guiding our conversation, keeping it happy, trying to boost my spirits. She seemed so mature, in these surroundings.

I thought that perhaps it was because seeing her outside of the house meant seeing her outside of all the accumulated memories of her childhood. In such an adult setting, I was finally able to see Latika as an adult! I tried to tell her that, but the words seemed to trip over

themselves and I could not get them out right. Trying to make my point, I reached across the table and took her slim hand in mine. It was supposed to be a momentary gesture, but my hand lingered on hers. I felt her warm skin, the pulse beating just below the surface. Our eyes locked and for a moment neither of us spoke.

“Ahem.” It was the waiter, bringing our main courses.

I pulled my hand away, slowly. Our chatting lagged as we enjoyed our main course. But mostly we talked about happy things. Happy memories. She carefully avoided talking about either Gabi or Davy. The whole night was about us, and she gave me no room to unnecessarily reminisce about the past. Halfway through the dessert, Latika suddenly shyly smiled and whispered to me,

“Psst… that couple to your right? Do not look now! The ones having the lasagna?”

I lifted my napkin up to my face, using it as a shield while I snuck a peek. A middle-aged couple surrounded by four empty wine bottles and glasses looked away quickly as my eyes caught theirs.

“What is it?” I whispered to Latika, in a similar child-like conspiring manner, “What are they doing?”

Latika leaned over the table, keeping her voice low. Her young breasts pressed against the top of her dress as she bent forward, and her pendant dangerously dangled between her soft cleavage, just above her neckline.

“They have been staring at us all night.” her smile broadened.

“What? Why?”

“Well… the woman is Mrs. Singhal, my Physics teacher.”

“What!”

“I am sure she knows that we are lovers and out for a date!” She smiled some more, “From the looks on their faces now, I am almost sure of it!”

I leaned back, blushing. I was a bit embarrassed, but Latika seemed to take it as a great joke.

“You know,” she said as the waiter picked up my credit card, “we could really drive her crazy. Do you want to?”

I smiled, sheepishly. This was the Latika that I never knew of. She was not some demure girl that I knew. She had transformed into someone who loved to pull the leg of stuffy people. At that juncture I realized that it was possible that I never knew of the real Latika. I saw in that young girl who I wished to see. That was a lost opportunity. I will not lose any more such opportunities, I decided. With only a passing thought about pulling a practical joke in such a fancy place, I nodded my assent.

“What do we do?”

“Just follow my lead,” she said.

The waiter brought the bill back then; I signed off with a generous tip and rose from the table. Latika slid out of her side. As she did, the hem of her dress rode up and the frontal slit opened wide, giving the couple at the next table a clear view of her luscious legs. She tugged on my shoulder as I started to turn for the door. I turned back to her, and Latika reached up and flung her arms around my neck and kissed me.

It was not an innocent kiss: she opened her mouth and pressed it to my lips, slipping her tongue inside. I never thought that our first kiss - if at all there was going to be one - was going to be in such a circumstance! I felt her body pressed closely to mine and her breasts squashed against my chest. My arms automatically surrounded her. Latika held the kiss for relatively long time as her hands tangling in my hair.

Finally, we broke our embrace.

“Thanks for the dinner… honey,” Latika said, making sure that both Mr. and Mrs. Singhal as well as I hear it properly.

My mind was feeling a whirlwind now. To my own shock, I realized that I now had an erection. My hard penis pressed against my pants. I hastily buttoned up my sports coat, hoping that it would cover up the embarrassing bulge. For a fraction of a second, I had forgotten that Latika was Kajal’s daughter and had become lost in that passionate kiss with a very lovely young woman. Now, realizing what I had done, I was in a daze.

Somehow, I made my way to the car. As I opened the door for her, Latika kissed me on the cheek. This one was as innocent kiss as there can be. By the time I had gotten in on my side, I had almost convinced myself that I was exaggerating what had gone before. I felt my erection subsiding as I started up the engine. Then I looked over at Latika. She was looking out the passenger window, the light from a passing car throwing her into silhouette. I smiled at the familiar profile. But then my eyes went down to her chest, where I could see her breasts heaving - rapidly. So, it was not just me, then!

And as the car passed and my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw the smooth curves of Latika’s silky legs. I closed my eyes briefly. My erection was back. Suppressing my stormy emotions, I opened my eyes again and pulled out of the parking spot.

“Good food, don’t you think?” I said, an artificial brightness making my voice brittle.

“Hmm? Oh, yes,” Latika said, still staring out her window. She seemed far away.

“Yes, good food,” I repeated.

We did not say anything for a long time, as I drove towards home.

‘Shit! I should have planned this night properly.’ I thought. The date was ending too quickly.

When we were about a kilometer away from home, Latika said, suddenly, “Marry me.”

“W… what?”

“Marry me, Amar. I will be the best wife… the best lover and the best support to you. I will give you much happiness and so much more love.”

“Latika,” I said after a long silence, “I am afraid.”

She seemed to have taken aback, and even heartbroken. Probably she misunderstood. Thankfully, she asked for a clarification about what I was afraid of.

“Afraid of me? Afraid of us?”

“No…” I replied vehemently, “no… I am afraid for you.”

She got curious, “Why?”

“My wives… they die.”

“I will not die,” Latika said simply, “well… not soon anyway. Ha ha! So, don’t you worry.”

I said nothing. When we were very close to home, Latika said, “I am happy that you think about my long life…” then she added after a while, “Can we just sit together and talk?”

For a young girl, she was showing an unbelievable level of maturity. I did not realize how emotionally scarred I was after losing Gabi, Devy and Dad. For too long I kept my emotions bottled up. They needed some release. I needed some mending. I needed some support.

My voice became hoarse, “I would like that very much. Thank you.”

Latika gently placed her hand over mine and pressed it… reassuring me that everything will be fine.


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[avsji]

Since it was a Friday night, Sunil too had come home. People ask me how I could treat a man who was much younger than me, as my father. I explain my behavior in context: when a woman marries a widower and become a stepmother to their children, she is expected to love and care for her stepchildren as if she were their real mother. Stepchildren in turn are also expected to love and respect her as if she were their real mother. How much of that happens in real life is for everyone to see. The stepmother is not able to love her stepchildren enough and vice-versa. So, you see - love is at the center of this relationship as well, like in any other relationship.

Sunil showed that genuine love, not only towards Ma, but also towards me and Abha. Often it felt that he could even sacrifice himself for her. Changing the relationships with someone who we have known all our lives is not an easy thing, but it is not impossible also. Responding to Sunil’s love and affection towards me was the least that I could do. He desired to be associated with me not only as the husband of my mother but also as my father. I was more than happy to fulfill that desire. I could see that it gave him and Ma immense happiness and pride. I also felt that now I had the blessings of my elders overlooking and protecting me. Now that I found that Latika loved me too, I thought that my emotional castle was being fortified.

I found Sunil waiting for us at the door.

“Dad!” I exclaimed.

“My son!” Sunil happily responded and engulfed me in a very affectionate embrace.

He then looked at Latika and smiled.

“Dada!” Latika exclaimed and hugged him.

“Puchuki!” Sunil too beamed, “Meri beti kaisi hai (How is my daughter)?”

“I am perfectly well, Dada. Aapni kemon aachhen (How are you)?”

“Thinking about you all… and missing you all.”

“Did you have a nice flight, Dad?” I asked.

“It was very nice and comfortable. I got an earlier flight, so I am here before time.” He said and then gave us a knowing smile, “How was the dinner?”

“It was nice, Dada.” Latika replied before I could say anything. She was joyfully excited, and it showed in her voice and on her face.

“Haan haan… why not!” Sunil said - I could see that he wanted to tease her, but resisted that urge, “Okay… good night you two… I am going to your Bou-di. Let us talk tomorrow? Unless you want to come over before that?”

He was hinting at the suckling ritual that had his blessings.

“Good night, Dad.” I said, not promising anything.

“Good night, Dada.” Latika too picked my cue.

Sunil smiled and hugged Latika close and waved me good night.

Latika and I did not say another word as we climbed stairs to my room. I felt good meeting Sunil. He had always lifted my mood every time he came over. In his new role he could do much more. Latika followed me as I entered my room. She shut the door behind me… none of us bolted our doors in this household… there was no need. Everyone had their privacy, and everyone had their access.

Latika said as we sat together, “Aapne Dada ko apne pita ka sthan diya (You regarded Dada as your father) … thank you.”

“After Dad… he loved me so much. I think I did that very late… I should have accepted him as dad long time ago.”

“Amar…” Latika exclaimed holding my arm with both her hands, “please don’t think like that. Everything that happens, happens on the right time. Nothing happens before or after when it should have. We may think it like that, but that is correct.”

I smiled.

“You talk about Dada and his love, but I talk about Bou-Di and her love. I love Bou-Di. She had been amazing to us… amazing to me… she loves me like her own daughter. She loves me way more than Amma or Dada loves me. Way more!”

I smiled some more. Yes, Ma indeed was like that. Forever loving, forever caring. That thought brought memories of Gabi and Devy. Gabi was loved so much by Ma. Devy on the other hand treated Ma as her elder sister. Ma too responded like that. My heart wrung.

Latika gave me a shy, yet mischievous smile and said, “Mujhe to lagta hai ki Amma se adhik maine Bou-Di ka doodh piya hai (I suspect that I suckled more her milk than I suckled Amma’s).”

“Ha ha ha!” I too laughed with her, but the heartache lingered.

“Do you think that we are a curious family?” I asked.

“Why do you say so? I too am part of this family. The only thing that I can say is that we are a very loving family, and very close to each other. We show our love in very non-conventional manner. I don’t think that there can be anything wrong or curious about that.”

As she finished her sentence, I broke down. It was so out of place. It came out of nowhere. Even I was surprised! One moment we were laughing and talking and the next moment I was crying. The heartache that had built-up so far gave in just now. I think that at some point during our dinner, Latika too must have anticipated that this could happen. She calmly hugged me in her warm embrace. She let me cry as long as I wanted, as much as I wanted.

When I thought I had cried enough, I cried some more. Latika as a patient friend allowed me to do it. She hugged me close to her, shushing me and comforting me all the way.

“I am sorry Latika,” I apologized in between my wailing fit, “I am so sorry.”

“Shhh…” Latika consoled me, “don’t worry about a thing. I am here with you. Don’t worry.”

When I regained some awareness of what I was doing, I realized that my face was buried in her chest. Even though my nose had choked, I became aware, little by little, of a subtle scent of roses. It was her perfume. I also realized that Latika had bent toward me, resting her head on my shoulder. Her shoulder-length hair had fallen over my head. The feeling was so comforting that I snuggled a bit more in her chest. I could hear her heart thump loudly, even as she tried to comfort me.

My hand rested on Latika’s bare arm. Then she shifted slightly, and my hand slipped in between her arm and her side. I realized that I was touching the side of Latika’s breast. I felt an electric shock pass through my entire body at that realization. I jerked my hand off her skin. Latika disengaged from the embrace and looked at me in a strange manner, as if she objected to what I did. She grabbed my retreating hand and placed it directly over her breast.

The feel of her warm and soft, yet sturdy flesh sent my emotions to freefall. A youthful breast! Oh God! So many memories… so many fond memories from the past! My penis started to become hard, and I squirmed a bit. Latika made no move to get away. It seemed to me that my hand did not belong to me anymore. Without conscious direction, it followed the sensuous curve of Latika’s firm mound. My fingers moved slowly, tenderly across the dress’s fabric. A prickle of electricity shot up my arm as they strayed off the fabric and onto her skin in the deep valley between her breasts. Her pendant slipped over my fingers as they explored further.

“Sorry! Sorry!” I realized what I was doing and tried to withdraw.

“No… no.” Latika said, and again pressed my hand over her breast. It was a very comforting feeling. Latika and I remained linked.

“Amar,” Latika whispered quietly, “I want you to see me… without clothes…” she then added shyly, “but as a bride… as your bride… I hope you understand?”

I nodded.

Latika smiled and kissed me on my lips. My penis was now rock-hard, squeezed tightly by my jeans, which made it very uncomfortable. Suddenly, I felt that pressure ease! As I looked down, I found Latika’s hand unzipping my jeans’ fly. That was an amazing initiative! I licked my lips. A small voice within my head told me that it was amazing, and I must stop it! But the memory of Latika’s hot, burning kiss was stronger. As the lopsided battle went on with my conscience, Latika spread apart the flap of my briefs and tugged my penis free.

I sighed at the relief as my full erection sprang out. While I tenderly caressed Latika’s breasts, she grasped the length of my penis and began to caress it. Slowly. I felt her fingers slide over its head and down the length, tugging slightly at its skin stretched tight by my erection. Soon, a few drops of pre-cum oozed out of the tip, which her ministrations spread down the length. Latika did not know about the pace of giving masturbation. She was using only her thumb and two first fingers to circle the girth of my penis.

I bent down and whispered in her ear, “L…Latika, this is dangerous!”

Latika hesitated, “B…but do you like it?”

“Oh, yes! I like it! You are making me very happy now. Oh, sweetheart!” I moaned.

Latika, her head still buried in my shoulder, murmured back, “Is it really good, Amar? Am I doing it all right?”

“Oh… you are doing it perfectly, Latika,” I continued to moan, “Just… just… oohhhhhhhh!”

Three big spurts, followed by the fourth one and the thick ejaculate boiled out of me, erupting out the tip of my penis and flowing down over Latika’s hand. She continued to pump until I stopped her. Our breathings were unsteady, and heartbeats elevated. There was so much quiet in the room and around us that we could hear the faint thump of our heartbeats.

She looked at her hand and then looked around. There was no cloth available for a ready cleaning of her hand. Then she wiped her hand on the front of her dress. This was incredible! It was as if there were an announcement of what had just happened between us. Right now, her dress carried a few wet spots, but as they dried, it would feel like those were starchy spots. Anyone who knows about it will understand what it was. Of course, Latika did not know about it. She looked so beautiful and so innocent and so kissable. So, as soon as she was finished wiping her hand, I bent down and kissed her sweet mouth.

 

[avsji]

What she had done to me was incredibly erotic and intimate. I never thought that such a young girl could show me the pleasures that she showed to me. Our kiss, although very brief, was very erotic. The effect this kiss was that my quickly wilting penis stopped in tracks and began to stiffen slightly. I felt unsteady and uncertain and very confused - all because of my own immature behavior. But Latika clung closely to me.

“Latika…” I began.

“Amar…” she did as well.

We both smiled.

“You first,” she said at last.

I began by looking at her but found it easier to turn away and stare out the window. I took a deep breath.

“Latika, I… uh… I am sorry for what happened. I let things get out of control. It is… it is my fault. I… uh… can you forgive me?”

Latika put a hand on my arm. I flinched.

“Amar! Why do you say this? For me, you are already my husband. You are my love…,” she caressed my face, “You can not help what happened just now. It was me. I did what I felt right to put your heart and mind at rest. All I know is that I love you.”

She had so much love, so much sincerity and so much conviction in what she was saying that I too had to respond,

“I love you too, Latika.”

I was mighty pleased at her courage and love. I felt - no, I knew that she was the right one for me. I knew that I could spend the rest of my miserable life with her. I knew that higher powers had given me one more opportunity to be happy. I did not want to waste that on any kind of preconceived notions. If love must come after marriage, so be it. By some good deeds, I was being given an opportunity to be happy again, and I wanted to grab it with both my hands.

“Please marry me!” I asked her.

She beamed, giving her dazzling smile. She nodded, accepting my ‘proposal’.

“Aap apne kapde utaar lijiye (Please remove your clothes) … aapko sula doongi (I will put you to bed). Fir Mishti ke paas bhi to jana hai (Then I will have to be with Mishti).” She smiled.

“You will not mind?” it was silly question.

“Nahi (No). Ab aap ko hi umra bhar dekhna hai (Now I will see only you my whole life).” she smiled again.

So, I undressed. Latika had already seen me when I was my most vulnerable. Getting naked in front of her was nothing! If she wanted to see me naked, so be it. This was the least that I could do to return the favor that she gave me. She was going to be my wife and she deserved it… I undressed in front of my soon to be life partner. It was an amazing and comforting feeling. To give in your control, believing that you will be better taken care of is just great! Within a minute, I was standing butt naked in front of Latika. This was not the first time that she may have seen me like this, but this was certainly the firs time she saw me after she developed romantic thoughts about me. I was happy that I maintained a well maintained, shapely and strong body. I looked every bit… sexy.

Latika looked at me appreciatively and licked her lips nervously.

“Come to bed?” she whispered.

I nodded and walked under the sheet with her.

“Aapka ‘ye’ nanha sa ho gaya hai (Your penis has become so small). Aisa kyun (Why is that)?” she observed as we lay side by side.

“Tumne haath se jo kiya, uske kaaran (Because of your hand job).”

“Semen nikal jaane se ‘ye’ nanha sa ho jaata hai (Does it become small when the semen is ejaculated)?”

“Haan (Yes).”

“Wo kyon (Why is that)?”

“The head of penis is so designed that when erect, it can scoop out the previously deposited semen inside the vaginal tunnel.” I tied to explain the biology.

“But…”

“The keyword here is ‘previously deposited’… as in deposited by someone else.”

Latika made an expression of mock shock and hit me very gently in my ribs.

“Ha ha! Do not be shocked… nature has evolved because of competition… So, the penis head scoops out the previously deposited semen, and then deposits the new one.”

“But why does it get soft?”

“Once the man has deposited his semen, there is no need to scoop it out of there, is there?”

“Aah! Now I understand.”

I smiled. I felt very light having shed all my tears from the past grief. I looked forward to a beautiful future with Latika. I was in luck, again!

This time I kissed Latika. A lover’s kiss.

I said, “You are filling in my entire life, Latika. I am thankful that you love me enough to be with me forever!”

I caressed at her shoulder, making the little shoulder of her dress slide off from there. I leaned and kissed her chest. Latika moaned. Her eyes closed. I gently and tenderly undid the first button of her dress. Latika knew what was happening.

“A…Amar… I can not stop you,” she whispered and stammered, “b…but I want you to see me on our wedding night? Please?” she appealed.

I understood and felt guilty for doing what I was doing despite her telling me what she desired. ‘What an amazing girl,’ I thought. I nodded.

“Can… can I love them from over the dress?” I asked, hoping that this adjustment might be acceptable to her.

She nodded. Eagerly.

Latika had no bra on, so her erect nipples poked at the fabric of her dress. I did not have to guess where her nipples would be. My thirsty mouth clamped on one. Latika shuddered and gave out a painful moan as I started to suckle. I could feel its spongy erection throbbing in my mouth. A thought that her nipples were ‘chewable’ came flashing in my mind! So many women came in my life, and each one was so different from the other. Latika turned herself slightly, her knee rising, and suddenly I found my hand holding her sexy little vagina… the silky touch of her soft panties warm against my palm. Her pubis was mounded and seductive, soft, so arousing. Latika was not having it easy - her mouth open, nostrils flaring as she breathed hard. With a curl of my middle finger, I traced her cleft, from lower part to the upper. Latika gasped, burying her face into my neck.

She was thoroughly wet there. Had one not known about the truth of our intimacy, one could think that we had had sex and the wetness of her panties was because of the semen ebbing out of her vagina.

‘That means,’ I thought, ‘Latika was feeling erotic for a long time!’

That was an amazing realization. Making love to a woman who anticipates about it and prepares and readies her body for it is the most satisfying experience for both! A slight disorientation overcame me. Oh God! I was fondling her! I was actually fondling a teenaged girl! I stroked the indent of her slit again. She trembled, her pelvis twitching slightly. Warm, fresh breath wafted against my neck. Stroking her I added pressure. Latika trembled against me, her hips moving in rhythm with my stroking finger. Latika moaned and panted relishing this brief intimacy between us. Her moans came ragged. Her breathing was irregular - almost hyperventilating. Her body shuddered as if it were experiencing cold.

Suddenly she got up from the bed,

“Ahh… I am sorry… I am sorry… I can’t. I can’t.” she plead, holding both her hands together flat on her chest, “Please don’t do anything more, otherwise I will not be able to control myself…”

I too was panting. I too was excited, despite having achieved an ejaculation just a few minutes before. Things got hot and out of hand very soon. I never thought that it would be like that. But I was glad that it happened.

“Please marry me Amar… as soon as possible. I can not live without you… or without… it... without our intimacy.”

Then Latika smiled. She was almost hyperventilating. But she looked happy. She did not run away but waited with animated frolic. My own condition was not very different. My own heartbeat was heavy and ragged. I sat on the bed.

“Come here,” I asked.

Latika shook her head in ‘no’, smiling brightly, but she still walked towards me.

When she came close enough, I put my arms around her waist and kissed her chest. This was a gentle kiss. I wanted to tell her how thankful I was for her love. Latika closed her eyes, savoring the moment. The smell of roses filled my senses. The feeling of love and oneness with Latika filled my heart. I thought that she too might have felt the same. Latika entangled her slim fingers in my hair,

“Sleep my love,” she cooed caressing my hair, “… sleep. Now ‘I’ am in your life. I will give you so much love that you will forget all your pain.”

I had already forgotten most of my pains.

“I will not be able to sleep.” I complained mischievously.

“Then I will return to you in the night and check on you.” She promised, kissing my forehead, “Now sleep.”

“I love you.” I said.

“I love you too.”

With that Latika left the room.


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[avsji]

Ashurocket you can't leave without commenting

 

[Ashurocket]

Ashurocket you can't leave without commenting

Dear avsji , I don't want to write a quick bite comment. I'm interested in writing a buffet meal comment for today's updates but I'm not free right now.

So please excuse me today with this Maggie comment.




I know very well due to your own admission that Sunil's association with Suman is not part of original life story of Amar. Yet, the way you handled the whole transformation of both Sunil from kid brother to father of Amar and vice versa Amar from fatherly figure himself to Sunil, becoming son of Sunil.

For me that's the beauty of today's update.

Ashu

 

[avsji]

Dear avsji , I don't want to write a quick bite comment. I'm interested in writing a buffet meal comment for today's updates but I'm not free right now.

So please excuse me today with this Maggie comment.




I know very well due to your own admission that Sunil's association with Suman is not part of original life story of Amar. Yet, the way you handled the whole transformation of both Sunil from kid brother to father of Amar and vice versa Amar from fatherly figure himself to Sunil, becoming son of Sunil.

For me that's the beauty of today's update.

Ashu

I should not have disclosed the fictional aspects of this story. I suspect that it is taking away the fun of story telling.

As far as changing roles are concerned, well, there a few bhabhis who are younger than me... But I touch their feet and treat them with due respect... Why? Because it is not about the person but their relationship with me. The same logic I tried to portray here .

But good to hear that you are enjoying the story so far

 

[Ashurocket]

I should not have disclosed the fictional aspects of this story. I suspect that it is taking away the fun of story telling.

As far as changing roles are concerned, well, there a few bhabhis who are younger than me... But I touch their feet and treat them with due respect... Why? Because it is not about the person but their relationship with me. The same logic I tried to portray here .

But good to hear that you are enjoying the story so far

The twist of Sunil and Suman is a non issue to me. Issue to me is, how the roles changed over the course of life for Sunil and Amar and both of them accepted it superbly.


On a different note, I'm feeling jealous to you. You are having so many BHABHIs and I'm not having a single one. I'm the eldest in the family.



Ashu

 

[avsji]

The twist of Sunil and Suman is a non issue to me. Issue to me is, how the roles changed over the course of life for Sunil and Amar and both of them accepted it superbly.


On a different note, I'm feeling jealous to you. You are having so many BHABHIs and I'm not having a single one. I'm the eldest in the family.



Ashu

There are Bhabhis... wives of my four cousin brothers. All brothers are older, but three bhabhis are younger to me in age.
As I mentioned, the relationship is that of 'Bhabhi-Ma'. So no need to be jealous. I anyway don't meet with them often.

 

[Ashurocket]

There are Bhabhis... wives of my four cousin brothers. All brothers are older, but three bhabhis are younger to me in age.
As I mentioned, the relationship is that of 'Bhabhi-Ma'. So no need to be jealous. I anyway don't meet with them often.

If it makes you comfortable.

I'm eldest so no elder brother to me. Now I'm feeling jealous to you. Happy?




Ashu