The scent of fragrant dewy roses whiffing through my olfactory senses felt like a beautiful dream and awaiting something special to happen at the very next moment. And in my case it was no different. To think again, it was very different.
“Sashaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, WAKE UP,” yelled out my mom that reverberated through the four walls of my bedroom upstairs. In a flash, a bleary-eyed I, was up, but brutally thawed in the gut from what I thought was a nice dream. Or was it coincidental that by my pillow lay a bunch of lovely roses of different colours that were in a mood to romanticize its emotions to me. I would never know. Or may be I would. I by then just noticed a sealed note attached to the bouquet of roses. I opened it around its edges and before I could read its contents, petals of fresh roses of varied hues swept across my face, by-passing my nostrils to add effects to the endearing aura. “That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” the note began …Moments after I read the lovey-dovey note, my cell-phone sounded my favourite song, Ti Amo Ti Amo ... It was him … the one that made me understand what love is. And to whom, I had a dedicated ring tone. In a flash, I shrugged away my quilt, and dragged my butt away from my cosy bed bare-footed to reach out to my cell-phone, on my study-table nearby.
“Hunnieeeee … Wish you a very Happy Anniversary ….”
I was taken momentarily, by surprise by the greeting, a refrain from the usual, Dahlin, wake up ….. See you in an hour.”
Yes, he was my alarm clock too. And we studied at the same college.
Recovering from the surprise as immediate as hearing it, I corrected him in a soft, mellifluous tone, “Us, Sweetheart.”
And he went on. “I have made plans to make our day special. I hope you liked my surprise and have read the note attached with it.”
I replied, “Yes, dear I thought it was a dream ….. The flowers, so sweet of you … loved them, but nothing as much as my love for you will overpower my senses.”
It was silence at the end for a few seconds, and it felt like an eternity to me. May be, he was very touched by my thought and words were failing him. I was eager to hear what he had to reply.
“Dahlin, you well know, I am the bee that nourishes on your pollen and nectar, and without whom I cannot survive,” was his answer in a sexual overtone.
Not that I did not expect such a reply, but it felt real good all the same that he “Loved me like no other.”
And then DARNNNN, my mom interrupts with another yell, Sashaaaaaa, still in bed? Time you wake up and get ready for college.
Julio, on the other end of the call, mumbled his apologies and a quick, see you soon. And there was a click.
I thought to myself, ‘’Oh my, how could I forget … this day, 20th July, a year ago, we got to know each other. I just wanted to get the most of this special day, and so bunking classes was our plan.” I called out to mom, “Ma, gimme half an hour.”
I rushed to the washroom, tidied myself up and returned to my room, and looked up my ward-robe. THE BIG ISSUE. What should I wear? A predicament and indecisiveness for every girl, on a special day as this, and, I, was no different. I rummaged through the clothes and pulled out a cerulean-blue tube top and my frayed at the borders short jeans to match. Just perfect, I thought. And threw it on to my bed and looked up myself in the mirror – This was the day, Today would be that moment. “Am I not one of the most beautiful artifacts created by “The Master Craftsman?,” I asked the mirror, who reflected my beauty in mute approval.
I quickly slipped out from my night gown to have another look at myself. In my skin-coloured inner-wear, I felt so desirable. I wanted to feel loved, experience love. Swallowing an imaginary pastille at the thought, I slowly unclasped my bra and removed my panties. Enamor embraced the floor. And I entered into ‘mind's eye mode’ again and moaned softly as I explored myself to the touch of ‘the noun that verbs my world.’ It felt good, but …
Slinking into the shower in the buff, I experienced a sensation flow through me as I cleansed myself from the just committed deed. Toweling myself bone dry, I emerged out from my bath and clothed myself. Chucking a few things into my hand-bag, I glided onto my feet my favourite flip-flops and spiffed under my arms the perfume befitting the occasion, Ferrari- Black. I preferred to resist the temptation of pouting myself to a fresh coat of lip-stick and other cosmetics which would have had me all dolled up. Today was just not the day. It would be no ordinary date.
There was I, back in front of the mirror staring at myself. How did I look? I was svelte, not too tall, had light-brown engaging eyes, dimpled cheeks and auburn highlights on my shoulder-length silky-smooth tresses. Did I fit into my outfit well? Would his jaw-drop or just shrug? I had just more than a surprise in store for him. Approving myself of the appearance, I slung across my hand-bag over my right shoulder and sprinted downstairs.
“Goooood morning, ma,” I greeted, a startled mom. She smiled in acknowledgment, but said nothing. She had the breakfast laid for her daughter on the dining table. I helped myself to a couple of buttered bread slices, and was having my cuppa, when she broke the silence. “Julio was here earlier this morning and he had left something for you,” she winked at me. I blushed, and got of from my chair as I finished with breakfast and gave mom a peck on her cheek. I was about to take her leave as I heard an inimitable honking car outside in the driveway, when mom gently held me by my arm and made me sit.
“Sasha, can you tell me what is going on here”, questioned the mother concerned about her growing daughter. “The roses coming early morning, dressing up as you have … is there something you would like to tell me?”
I never ever hid anything from mom until today, and I was not up to lying to her today either. “Mom, it is just that Julio and I, are celebrating our first anniversary of knowing each other.” I tried to hide the pink tinge that began to flush my cheeks, by turning away and covering the exposed cheek with the other arm. Mom was more than just a loving mother; she was also a caring elder sister and a stern, fretful dad of a daughter who had come of age, and only a month shy of turning eighteen. Yes, it was just mom and me and our pet dog, Goofy in the household. I would not like to speak about this any further.
The honking outside grew louder and impatient. I plead with mom, I gotta go. She prodded. “Does that mean you are skipping lecs today? What about you’re approaching exams?” Maaaa, don’t worry. I am coping with my studies well, I answered. She was worried that my grades would slip. Till now, I was getting among the better grades in class and she was a proud mother. And not that I was to let her down, but I would not let my blossoming love life get crushed either. She gave it her thought and let me go, not before giving me a customary kiss and hug and wishing me good luck and come back before dark instruction, though still with a hint of anxiety creasing her forehead.
I darted outside to a waiting Julio behind the wheel of his good-as-new Maruti Estilo. To him, his car was his girlfriend, and I was his spare tyre. That was what he told me once, and I did not care to mind as I knew well he loved his PJ’s too. I could see his jaw-drop as he checked me out through the rolled down passenger seat up front. I contrived pretence and gave him a bashful look. He then got out from the car, came around and walked up to me a few metres away. I extended my hands reaching out to embrace him. But, like a perfect gentleman, he did not seize the moment to give me a squeeze. Instead, he held both my hands and planted a soft, gentle kiss on the knuckles of either hand and said, “I am overwhelmed by your beauty as never before.” I demurely gave him a smile in return and … I sneezed. Yes, I did that. The Axe Effect fragrance he wore was different that day, something I was not immune to. Now how bad could that be to ruin such romantic moments. Droplets of my sneeze were resting on his hands. I murmured an apology, embarrassed and offered him a tissue and he wiped off the deposits without showing any hint of disgust. Yes, this was the actuality of our love. Nothing whatsoever could fuck our pleasure.
He then took me by the arm and guided me to his car to the passenger seat up front, opened the door, when I feigned falling. In an instantaneous motion he held me by my waist and thrust me towards him. His taut abs rippled through his tee while his biceps bulged as he held me in a protective grasp. I leaned my head against his shoulder. This was the strapping man who will never let harm come in the way of his lady and will always be by her side.
“Are you alright,” he asked anxiously. I simply fluttered my eyelids, as he helped me into the car, got around to the driver’s seat and we drove off. The plan as it was we would head over his place to watch a movie, and have lunch.
Within twenty minutes we reached his apartment where he lived alone. Julio was this independent chap who loved to do his own thing. Do his own chores and cook too.
This is what I liked about him best. A man who would not be reliant on his woman for his needs once he gets home and shares in the household duties.
Once at his place, while he changed, I lounged myself on to his couch in his sitting area. Within a few minutes, he was standing there, in nothing but his boxer shorts. Oh swell, I said to myself. Time to twirl him around my thumb, I thought. “Hun, come right here, right now,” I beseeched while I tapped my sides. Latching on to the drift, he came within seconds and sat besides me on the couch. I gently placed his head on my lap and pretended to preen his ruffled hair with one hand. With the other, I let my fingers mischievously twiddle slowly but surely across his chest. Passion was growing on me, but … there was a growl and getting louder. Yes, it was his stomach. “Sweetheart, he looked up to me and said with a twinkle in his eye, can we continue this after the intermission?” I had no option but nod my consent. It was ten minutes to noon, but hunger took precedence over covetousness.
Swiftly back on to his feet, he went to the kitchen to prepare lunch and I tagged along to help. Helping him in the kitchen was quite something I must say. Neatly organized were the larger utensils in shelves and the rack to hold smaller utensils like the knives, forks, spoons and ladles. On another shelf, were labelled containers of different food spices among other food items. No sooner were we at the kitchen, he announced we were to prepare chicken curry. As he turned on the burner on medium heat and put the frying pan in place, he began instructions for the ingredients with the other utensils required at hand. In a methodical manner, the dish was prepared in a record ten minutes to an aromatic waft tempting our rolling tongues to sample and taste pronto! It was not long after our food was ready, that we served ourselves and paired our lunch with a couple of lagers each. While we sated our palates, and calmed Julio’s tummy, we took swigs of beer in between.
Tummies filled and with our senses getting intoxicated, we staggered our way back to the seating area. Muttering our sweet nothings to each other, Julio switched on the telly and inserted into the DVD player, a DVD, while I made myself comfortable on the couch again. The movie was Delhi Belly, the latest movie from Bollywood to set multiplexes across the country with choc-a-bloc screenings. Shit does happen they say, and it was no better, with the two of us.
With Julio plonking his rear next to mine and entwining an arm around my shoulder, we began to watch the movie with evinced interest. Or at least, we tried to …until, something happened. This was to be it. I gave an ecstatic thought.
I sensed his hand feeling its way on my back while he began to canoodle me from the front. I knew what was coming and I was waiting for this to happen. The day had finally come to let go my ingénue innocence. With our passion escalating and the skin getting intense for carnal indulgence, we rolled onto the carpeted floor with my beau on top. Lifting himself up to a seating position he pushed me towards him. The thrust on my heaving breasts had an equally proportional effect to the elasticity of my bra which screamed for air. This soon was to be realized. The smooth operator that he was, was around my back again and finding its way up my tube top. His hand was warm and inviting as it reached the fabric of my chastity belt and tried to locate the clasp. Unflinching, we continued our kissing and caressing. Tried as he did, he could not find what he was striving for and I stifled a horny laugh.
Deciding to tease him further, I moved away, easing my top off and my shorts too with egalitarian intentions. Arching my body towards his bare chest, I whispered into his ear with a wink in my eye, a popular Hindi saying, “Parde mein rehne do, parda na uthao.” Embarrassed at his initial failed quest, it did not deter him but spurred him on in lieu with renewed zeal. Thieving a look at my concealed unmentionables, his blood-shot eyes were a total give-away. Blood must have raced up to his brains and sped down to his toes. It stirred his imagination with a riot of sexy thoughts that plead for a voyage of exploration to the high seas of our satisfaction.
“For the love of God, what I look upon is His master-piece, in two-piece,” he lasciviously declared. Hyperventilating, he threaded through my silken tresses as he turned me around and began necking. My first love bite, another and a few more … I squealed in pain and delight. He pushed me back on to the couch and began to survey his pulchritudinous love interest. Tracing the contours of my breasts, he managed to find the clasp of my bra between the cups. Reaching around the fabric with his dexterous index finger, he squeezed at the single clasp and then SNAP!! The chastity belt came apart to allow her to reveal firm, fulsome breasts with cherry-coloured cute buttons.
Licentiously, he nibbled and fondled at my little hillocks and careened down the valley to strong undercurrents running through his fingers. In his lustful avarice to graze greener pastures, he slipped his hand into my panties while I tugged at his boxers which loosened and gave away. I whimpered at his sightly manhood as he impelled himself forward and lowered my panties. I let out pleasured gasps as I let his tool to work its way into my mechanics. It accommodated itself well as we let out our whoopees of carnal cohesiveness. I was now no longer a virgin and every petal of my being was touched and explored. I had now blossomed to be the most beautiful flower in our “Garden of Eden” that was for the one and only bee in my life – then, now and forever. Julio was his name.
