Naked - 2.

Finally marriage was fixed for the day before we were to head back to bombay. Within this short time i had to go personally, to invite my relatives and friends to my marriage. I was very happy to find a beautiful girl like this, i was excited thinking of my suhaag raat. I was a virgin and had never had sex before, for that matter never seen a women totally naked. I had bought a book back in bombay which had details about how to have sex, it was kind of a Do it yourself format book that we find these days. In earlier days information was scarce and all this thing about sex and everything was not something that friends would talk among themselves. The book wasnt as colourful as the sexual life that people have today, it was kind of a informative book about pregnancy and sexual hygeine.. that sort of thing. To be frank if not for this book i would have been spending a good deal of time thinking as to what people exactly did on a suhaag raat.

By the time of my marriage most of the money i had was spent, and had only a 5 rupee note left, which i kept in my shirt's pocket, we were married at a nearby temple,  most of the marriages are still done in temples in kerala, these temples have all the arrangements for guests and everything.

After the marriage ceremony we returned home, she was taken into the inside room by all the ladies. And we men sat outside talking, the marriage was in the noon and by evening sumitra had already got accustomed to the environment. I wondered if it were possible for men to be so fast adapting, may be women are more adaptable to every kind of circumstances, men are generally afraid of changes. I caught a glimpse of her as she crossed across the room. I had a slight erection thinking of the night that was to follow.

We had food, and everyone was getting ready to sleep. We were given a room that was previously occupied by my mama, since we were newly wed and needed a place to fuck. As we were already moving back to bombay the next day, mama wasnt too worried about it. I was already smiling as i made my way inside the room, it was a small room with a small bed on which a mat made out of weaved coconut leaves was spread on which a bedsheet was clinging. There was no mattress or anything and the room was small with a yellowish bulb of low voltage which fluctuated due to uneven power supply. It was humid and windless night and within 5 minutes i was already sweating.

I sat on the small bed, waiting. my heart was racing like a diesel engine i worried if i might get an heart attack. I had totally lost my erection by now due to nervousness. I had seen the suhagraat scenes in hindi movies but those scenes were not applicable here as she was not going to come in a head covering pallu or something and there were no flowers on beds or anything, the room looked more like a jail with yellowish walls and small windows.

My heart stopped as she entered the room, she left the door opened. She came and stood standing before me like a school girl in front of a teacher, but somehow the teacher was more nervous today than the student. My heart was about to stop as i saw her upclose near me, she wore a pavada  and a blouse and her round boobs were directly in front of my eyes, she looked magisticaly beautiful in that dim, golden light, she was golden. I just stood up by instinct, and smiled at her, she smiled back and i went to the door to hook the latch.

After locking as i turned back she had already spread the bed sheet properly and had turned towards me. She was slightly smiling out of shyness and made circles with her toes.


To be continued..

P.S. I didnt knew ppl have commented on the last part, i forgot to subscribe to comments. I thought k the story was so boring that nobody would have commented, i wouldnt have continued this unless for those comments...

Naked

I was born in a remote village of kerala. when i was in third grade my father had left for a posting in army and never came back, he wrote a letter once declaring that he had married another women in punjab. And he didnt intend to come back. When i had completed matriculation, i decided to go to some other place, a friend of mine joined me and we went to bombay as every body in those days did.

we looked for jobs together, but didnt find any we didnt had any intention to do any manual labour as in those days having done matriculation was not a bad deal. We slept in foot paths and ate less to save money, finally my find had given up and he decided to go back, but i stayed put. After 2 weeks i was running out of money, so i took up manual work. I worked at a construction site, and from there to a place where they were laying new rails. The railways needed casual labour then and slowly i managed to become a permanent employee. I now learned the language, got a hut in the slums. Then i was shifted to the parcel dept where i kept records of the incoming and out going parcels. I now earned 100 rs per month and was alloted a flat by the railways in the railway quarters. Which i shared with two other people taking 20 rupees each from them every month.

I used to frequently write letters to my mother but hadnt visited my village for all these years. I was now 30 and mother was worried about my getting married. So i had visited my village finally to find a bride for myself. I went to my friends house for a visit and there i saw his sister sumitra. I remembered her as a young girl she used to be a small kid when i was in 10th grade. To be frank i had fallen in love the moment i saw her.  I chatted with her father as i drank the watery tea offer by sumitra. It was impossible to drink the tea it tasted like boiled water with sugar in it. Her father asked if i were a station master, i said no i work at the parcel office. They had 8 daugters in their family. Sumitra behaved like a child and stood at the door listening to all the bombay stories that i was telling them, about multistoryed building, about the railways the airports and plane. As i was explaining to them the size of the aeroplane. Anil her brother entered. Uncle asked if he could find a job for him. It was easier for me, being in parcle dept i had contacts with companies and i could easily find job for anyone and had done so for many of the people i knew.

That night i dreamt about sumitra, her milky white skin, her big eyes, and thick black hair that touched her hips. She was a thin girl but had lucious lips and normal boobs. The next morning we had to go searching for a match for me, i and anil went looking for girls, we had to walk a lot. Most areas were not serviced by busses those days, had walked for a whole day, swam across rivers and walked thru jungles. We were in kind of a backward area in kerala. Electricity was not there, nobody had seen a tv, and a lucky few had seen cinemas in a big jhopadi made from dried coconot leaves. For the next few weeks saw different girls, nobody said no to me because i was in railway , a centeral government employee. But my heart was somewhere else, all the time i was thinking of sumitra.

Only two weeks had been left for my leave, so i had to decide now. I told to my mom and mama that i wanted to marry sumitra. They disagreed to my suggestion, they had said sumitra's father is in deep debt, he wont be able to give any dowry. You could easily find rich girls with good dowry. You will regret it whole your life. But i had persisted i stayed unmoved by their logic becaues i was thinking with my heart. Finally they gave up when i said i wont be marrying atall if not with sumitra. Sumitras parents were apprehencive because two of her older sisters are yet to be married. And sumitra had failed in her 10th exam and she had to give the exams again. But they couldnt have afforded to loose me, they couldnt have found a better match for her.

to be continued...

The Dentist and her last kiss

As she flips through her planner she realizes the last visit to her new psychiatrist  has been missed the last time, she calls her psychiatrist  and fixes an appointment for tomorrow. She ponders over the fact that even after changing more than 5 psychiatrists over the years, she hasn’t been able to derive any benefits.


It wasn’t always like that, during her studies at the dental college she was doing just fine, its only at the later stages, once she had started her clinic did she start having this problem. She hadn’t discussed her problem with any of her friends or relatives but she have had lots of discussion on forum boards and chatrooms with fellow dentists if they suffered from the same problem, she was amazed to know that this problem was something that only she had…


She had often wondered if leaving this field would be of any help, after taking suggestion from one of her psychiatrist she had taken a leave for a month, but that didn’t help her either…


She is already past her marriageable age, she is nearing 32 now and she has been unable to give reasons to her family as to why she doesn’t want to marry as of now. Her family had arranged meeting with many of prospective grooms she liked some of them and had gone out with them… she almost fell in love with one of them and would have married him in an instant if not for her problem…


Dr. Pooja Trivedi read the board on the door as she sat waiting for her chance to be let in, someone had drawn dots in the center of the two “oo” of pooja on the board which now looked like a pair of boobs, she felt the urge to draw a bra over it..


Dr: hi, how r u?


Smita: Fine Doc.


Dr: So.. whats the problem?


Smita: Actually I am a dentist, and after a year of my starting the clinic I have developed this problem, where I cant think of kissing someone..
I mean,,, after seeing all the dirty mouths and tongue.. I feel like puking at the thought of someone putting their tongue in my mouth..
It certainly has to do with the occupation that I am in, being a dentist and having to look into ppl’s mouth all the time I have developed this thing.. you know doc if you look thru microscrope, u can see all those small germs and stuff I cant just make my self to kiss some one…
The image of blood and yellow colored puss, flowing between the cavity comes to my mind.. that’s the reason I haven’t married yet, how could I say to my husband not to kiss.. neither had I any affair in past 1 year..
The last time I had affair with this guy, and we were having sex and I had managed to allow him to kiss, suddenly these images came to my mind and had puked all over him…
          She had this almost by heart after having told the same to all the psychiatrists over the years..


Dr: This is a very unique case that I m facing, I guess I will need to check some references before I could suggest you a treatment.. how about Monday next week..


As she left the doctor and made her way back to her car, she remembered how it was the most embarrassing moment of her life when she puked on him. She had ran from there never to return… He did try to call her.. but she never accepted his call and had shifted to a new city the very next morning… she was simply incapable of giving an answer..


As she continued to clean ppl’s mouth and mend their teeth, she thought of how long it had been that she had sex with someone… she remember how much she liked to kiss, and her bf’s in the past had complimented on her unusual ability to do so… she tried to recall when was the last time she kissed and from when did she got this repulsion towards kissing… all this thoughts about kissing and sex made her wet between the legs….


She ordered the receptionist to not send any more patients for 15 minutes and lunged for the vibrator in the last drawer.. 


P.S Dont laugh too much about the sketch, i know its childish but as a kid i always liked stories with illustrations, so drew this just as an after thought... just for the sake of those memories where i would spend hours looking at those drawings.. i still wish if todays novels too contained illustrations..

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