IV Budding
One year ago - - - -
"What did you think of the Hall?" came a question which shook him from his reverie.
"Pardon?" He glanced towards the source of the voice and saw the 'matsaleh.'
"What did you think of the Hall? Quite beautiful, I think" the young man said with a smile.
"Yes, very impressive and the acoustics are quite good," Harish replied also smiling.
"If you're not waiting for some one . . . can I join you? I'm new in town."
"Of course. Please, do," Harish said indicating the empty chair across from him.
Two years ago - - - -
After leaving the camp, Harish moved to Madison and found a small apartment. The building he lived in was on a narrow lot, had three floors with two apartments on each floor. Harish's apartment was on the third floor and, therefore, was quite quiet. It had a living room, bedroom and a closet-sized kitchen. It was enough for him. In the other apartment, on the third floor, lived another grad student, Jim Theopolous. He was from Milwaukee. Jim was a second year M. B. A. student which Harish thought was fortuitous as he was entering the M. B. A. program.
He dove into his graduate program with a vengeance, spending long hours studying and at the library. Almost daily, he met Jim either coming or going from the apartment house. He had invited Harish in for a drink. Harish politely refused the beer and settled for a Coke. A couple days later, he bought a six pack of beer and invited Jim over for a drink. Once or twice a week, they met for a drink in one or the other's apartment and "chewed the fat." He rather looked forward to those impromptu get-togethers. It broke the monotony of his long hours of study, and, besides, he liked talking to Jim.
A couple of times they ate at one of the local restaurants, when Harish thought that he could splurge. He had thought of inviting Jim to his apartment for a meal, but thought better of it. Cooking was not one of Harish's strong suits! Their association was a laid back and an easy acquaintanceship. Nothing as deep and sharing has his friendship with Dick.
"Too bad Dick's at Michigan," he thought.
They communicated regularly, mostly by e-mail and Dick called Harish once a week. A telephone was on of the luxuries that Harish afforded himself--that an a radio. Dick said that he should get a T. V., but Harish thought that was too frivolous on his meager stipend. He had to watch his pennies! Nonetheless, they were in contact regularly.
Harish had said to Dick once, "You know, you're more like a brother to me than my own."
So, studying occupied his time, at least a good share of it.
During the first month or so, Harish became aware of a lovely brunette, coed coming and going from Jim's apartment on a semi-regular basis. A couple of times he had seen her with Jim. They greeted each other in passing. During one of their impromptu get-togethers, Harish commented on how pretty she was.
"That's Angela, Angela Dawson. We've gone together, on and off, for the past three years. I guess it's 'on' now."
"She's really quite lovely," Harish commented.
"Yeah, she's a great gal . . . as a matter of fact, we've decided to get married this summer after graduation."
"That's great," Harish said brightly, "Congratulations!"
"Thanks."
Harish, envied Jim, in a way. He was nearing the end of his studies, he had found a girl that he was in love with and they were going to be married. Harish thought that he had been spending all his life in school! When was he going to have the luxury of settling down? Would his parents be able to find a suitable wife for him? More and more, nowadays, he began to think that there were distinct advantages in the way the westerners choose their wives! He knew he was spending a lot of time studying, maybe too much. Even Jim said that he had to stop once in a while "to smell the roses." Maybe he was right. But what was he to do? He had a goal--an education--with limited finances and time.
Several times Harish had noticed that if he was not especially careful in closing his apartment door, it would not catch. Two times he had found his door ajar. He had mention that fact to Jim.
"Yeah, the same happens to me. I've mentioned it to the landlord and he just said we have to shut the door hard! Cheap bastard."
Harish agreed, so he was very careful with his door.
One Wednesday evening, just before mid-semester Jim and Angela met Harish in the hallway as they were leaving.
"Hi! Harish," the two said simultaneously.
"Hi," Harish returned.
"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Jim asked.
"Studying, I guess, nothing else planned."
"I know it's Thursday, but Angela and I are going out for supper tomorrow night. We'd like you to join us."
"Jeeze, Jim, I don't know. . . "
"Our treat." Angela cut off any further reply.
"That's very kind, but . . . ."
"Nonsense," Jim cut him off this time. "Besides," he added, "You've supplied me with a lot of beer!" Jim knew Harish was on a severely restricted budget, and he appreciated the beer that Harish had always supplied him when the met at Harish's apartment.
"We won't take, 'No' for an answer!" Angela sealed the argument.
"Okay, thanks," Harish assented. Actually he was rather pleased. He had been hitting the books a lot, and he needed the diversion. He appreciated their generosity.
Then, as an afterthought, Jim added, "Besides there's some one we want you to meet."
"Oh?" Harish queried, raising an eye brow.
"A friend of mine would like to meet you," Angela added.
"Don't worry," Jim chuckled, "It's not a blind date!"
"Good," Harish said, a bit relieved. He had had a blind date at Grinnell. Dick had arranged it. It was an unmitigated disaster! In part, because he didn't quite know how to act, and partially because there was not the slightest thing the two had in common. Dick apologized with a grin and promised not to try to be a match maker again. He didn't, either.
The next night, Thursday, they went to a Lebanese restaurant in the neighborhood. Jim, Harish and Angela arrived a little early. The girl, Angela's friend, arrived somewhat later.
When she arrived, Harish was dumbstruck. A stunning blonde, blue eyed coed walked up to their table.
"Hi Angela . . . Jim," She said nodding to her two friends.
Angela immediately introduced her. "Rebecca this is Harish."
Harish stood up and stammered, "Hello, Rebecca," and politely offered his hand.
"Hello, Harish," she said with a brilliant smile and took his hand.
Harish was aware of a strange current in that handshake.
Rebecca Reynolds was stunning! Tall, nearly as tall as Harish, light blonde hair to her shoulders, corn flower blue eyes,a creamy complexion and lithesome figure. In the color of her hair, eyes and skin, Rebecca was the opposite of Harish! At first Harish couldn't take his eyes off her. Then when he realized that he was staring, he flushed and tried not to look at her, except for furtive glances, during the rest of the dinner.
Rebecca was a grad, history major. "Just my luck," Harish thought when she told him after his polite query.
After dinner, Angela suggested that they go to the Student Union. "There's a band at the 'Lounge,' it's supposed to be good."
All agreed. So, they walked the short distance to the Student Union. Angela smiled to herself. She could read Harish's reaction like a book.
"Who said Asians were inscrutable?" she said in a low voice to Jim as they walked ahead of Harish and Rebecca.
"You're impossible!" Jim said with a low chuckle and squeezed her hand.
Harish assumed that 'the band' was the usual American College rock group. It wasn't! As the entered the 'Lounge' they were met by the mellow, retro sounds of a 50's dance band. Harish really didn't notice. He was engrossed in trying to indulge in talking to Rebecca. Harish, who many thought was reserved, was positively voluble.
Angela shot a sly wink to Jim, and said, "Let's dance." They left Harish and Rebecca talking.
After a few minutes, Rebecca asked. "Do you dance, Harish?"
He flushed and admitted that he had never danced.
"Don't they dance in Malaysia?" she quietly questioned.
"Sure they do, but, I've never had the opportunity," he admitted.
They continued talking. For some reason Rebecca was so easy to talk to. Soon, he found himself telling her about his family and life in Malaysia. She, too, was open with Harish.
After an hour , Rebecca stated, "I'm sorry to be a 'party pooper,' but I have a paper to work on. I should go."
"Me too," said Harish, and he added, "I'll walk you home."
Angela and Jim shot each other a knowing glance as the two got up to leave.
Outside the Student Union, Harish asked, "Where do you live?"
Rebecca smiled and said, "Just across the street from you."
"Oh, that will be easy . . . " he admitted.
On the way to their neighborhood, Rebecca said, "Harish, I have a confession to make."
"Oh?" came the reply.
"Angela is a friend of mine, and I asked her to introduce you to me."
"Oh, really . . . ." Harish answered not knowing what else to say, but, was delighted.
"We have passed many times, but you always seemed so preoccupied."
"I can't see how I'd pass you several times . . . and not notice you!" he admitted gallantly, besides it was true.
Rebecca smiled, and continued, "Frankly I think you're a very . . . . handsome man."
Harish blushed. He dropped his head in a self conscious manner. He had never thought of himself as handsome . . . just ordinary. Besides, in Malaysia, frequently Tamils, being on the bottom rung of the socio-economic ladder had a rather low self-esteem.
Harish, continued, trying to avoid a response to Rebecca's last remark, "Well . . . as I said to you, I come from rather a poor family . . . and I have to do well. . . . Maybe that's why . . . I hadn't noticed you before." He knew he didn't make any sense, but he didn't know what else to say.
"Have I embarrassed you?" she asked.
"No," came a quick reply, "No, not really . . . I just don't know what to say."
Touching his arm briefly, "I guess women in Malaysia are not so . . . blunt."
"No," he said and then quickly, "I mean, I don't know."
"You don't have a girl friend there?"
"No, I don't." Then he explained to her the 'usual' way in which a young man and woman meet in the Tamil community, the old fashioned way.
"I see," she stated, adding, "Then I have offended you!"
"No. Absolutely not!" adding, "Actually I find it rather refreshing. Back home when a couple get married, through introduction, some times it works out, often it doesn't. Many say that the wife is the one who suffers the most. But, if the truth was know, both suffer, and, I think, equally."
Soon they arrived in front of Rebecca's apartment house, opposite Harish's. Her apartment house was considerably more 'up scale' than his. They chatted a bit more.
Harish, by now was experiencing thoughts and feelings that he had never felt before. He was, in a word, disquieted. Rebecca, sensing his turmoil, lightly placed a hand on his shoulder, leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Thanks, Harish, for putting up with me," she expressed with a smile.
Meaningfully, Harish responded, "No, thanks for putting up with me!"
She smiled, turned and entered the building. Harish stood there for a minute or two, trying to assess what had happened that evening. Not getting an answer, he turned, crossed the street to his own apartment, and went up.
In his 'state' he forgot to close the door firmly, it had become unlatched and swung open a few inches. An hour later, Jim arrived, He glanced at the open door and Harish lounging in the only comfortable chair in his apartment.
He knocked lightly on the door. Harish turned to see the door ajar and Jim beyond. He jumped up and quickly opened it. "Come on in," He said.
"Can't," he answered, "I just saw that your door was open and I wanted to see if everything was all right."
"Yeah, sure, I'm fine . . . just forgot to see that the door was latched, I guess. Thanks."
"No problem . . . Night," Jim added as he went to his door.
"Night," Harish replied.
The next morning as Harish was going to his 'eight o'clock,' he herd, "Hello."
He glanced in the direction of the voice and saw Rebecca, also leaving her building. "Where are you off to?" he queried.
"'16th Century France,'" she answered with a grin, "and you?"
"'Money and Banking,'" he replied, crossing over the street and walking beside her.
"'Money and Banking,'" she stated, "Doesn't sound too interesting at 8:00, but then." she added, "neither is '16th Century France.'"
"Oh, I don know . . . I'd rather have '16th Century France.'"
"Really?" she asked.
"My second major was history at Grinnell . . . Actually it was my first love!" he admitted.
"Why didn't you pursue it then?" she asked.
"Doesn't put too much bread on the table," he answered with practicality. "Anyway, I find 'Business' interesting."
They bantered as they walked, then separated and went to their individual classes.
That afternoon, on his way back to the apartment Harish again ran into Rebecca. She had just turned the corner in front of him and was carrying a grocery bag.
"Hi, there," he said.
"Just doing a bit of shopping . . . Found some nice lamb chops . . ."
"That's better than the soup I've got waiting," he commented.
"Doesn't sound as good as chops," then added, "Why don't you come over to my place for supper?"
"I didn't mean it that way . . . No, I can't . . . It sounds like I was fishing, doesn't it?" He was flustered.
Rebecca laughed brightly at Harish's turmoil, "Nonsense! Anyway I was going to call you and invite you over," then added, "You know, I'm an aggressive American woman."
"No you're not . . . just know what you want . . . Okay!"
Again, Rebecca laughed. Her laugh was bubbly and not in the least condescending.
"Fine," she stated. "7:00, okay?"
"Sure, that would be fine."
Harish bounded up the stairs and knocked on Jim's door. Jim answered the door, beer in hand, "Hi, Harish! How's it going?"
"Fine," Harish was a bit breathless and blurted out, "I've been invited to Rebecca's tonight for supper. Is it proper to bring anything? Should I bring anything?"
Jim chuckled to himself and answered, "Quick work, my man!" Then he added, "You could bring a bottle of wine, but since you don't drink, maybe you should bring some flowers instead."
"Thanks," and Harish turned and entered his apartment.
Jim smiled to himself and closed his door.
At precisely 7:00 Harish knocked on Rebecca's door. He had taken special care in showering, shaved again and chose a suitable slacks and sweater from his limited wardrobe. Rebecca answered the door dressed in soft, gray slacks and a black sweater.
"Hi," she said brightly, "Come in . . . almost ready. Are you hungry?"
"Yes," was all Harish said and he handed her a small bouquet of mixed flowers he had 'splurged' on.
"How beautiful!" she said, and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Come in, make yourself at home. I'll put these in water."
Her apartment was considerably more spacious than his and it looked 'decorated.'
"You have a beautiful apartment."
"Thanks," was all she said from the kitchen.
A small table, near the window, was set for two people, china, crystal, napkins, "The whole works!" Harish said to himself.
She kept up an easy banter from the kitchen as he sat down and looked around. "Help yourself to some wine . . . It's on the side board," she called out.
Not knowing what else to say and not wanting to break the mood, he said, "Thanks," walked over to the sideboard and poured himself a half glass of white wine.
Partially through the dinner Rebecca noticed that Harish did not touch his wine. "Is there something the matter with the wine,?" she asked, concerned.
"No . . . I'm sure it's wonderful . . . but I don't drink."
"Oh! . . . Of course, how stupid of me. You're Hindu . . . I should have known. I've offended you again! Please forgive me," she apologized. Rebecca was upset. She felt that she had truly offended Harish.
"Please! Don't worry about it. . . . I said that I don't drink . . . I have drank . . . But it does strange things to me. . . . After the last time I vowed not to drink again." Saying this, he smiled warmly, reached across the small table, laid his hands on hers and added, "I can't imagine anything you could do to offend me."
Tears welled up in her eyes. He lifted his hand from hers and carefully wiped away a stray tear. She took his hand and planted a warm moist kiss on his palm. Her action sent shock waves through his body, and for some inexplicable reason he took her hand and placed a languid kiss on her palm. His action brought a similar reaction to her being. They gazed unabashedly into each other's eyes.
"Harish . . . . can I . . . . say something?" she asked falteringly.
"Of course."
"I . . . want to kiss you," she said softly.
Both a smile and a flush crossed his face, "I want to kiss you too."
They both rose up at the same time, walked around the table at the same time, embraced at the same time and kissed. The kiss was not particularly passionate, but it communicated much. Harish drew back, still holding Rebecca, looked intently in her eyes, breathed deeply then drew her to him again and kissed her again. This time harder. Rebecca's tongue darted out of her mouth and insinuated itself between Harish's lips. He yielded, not knowing why, since this was the first person he had ever kissed like this, but her tongue sent little electrical charges up and down his spine. He allowed her tongue to explore his mouth in that deeply passionate kiss. Every hair on his body reacted as her body molded to his.
Again, he broke the kiss and pulled back, panting for breath. Rebecca, too was breathless. Her body was hot against his, and she moved it in subtle ways. Ways which, coupled with the kissing, began to galvanize in his loins. Her hands began to move over his back as he, for the third time kissed her. This time their tongues intwined bring forth a primordial groan from deep in Harish's being. His hips, involuntarily thrust forward. Rebecca met this movement with a circular, grinding motion with her own superheated hips. She could feel the hardening muscle as it insinuated itself to erection, She, too, moaned as she pressed even closer to him, kissing him even deeper.
Harish enveloped her with his arms, feeling her back. She slipped her hands beneath his sweater. The touch of her hands on his bare back convulsed his whole being. Again he groaned.
"Ahhh!"
Rebecca thought that this time she would have to take the initiative. She suspected that Harish had not made love before--or maybe it was because of his natural modesty. Regardless, she clutched the bottom of his sweater and began to draw it upwards. Harish loosened his hands and broke off the kiss, not knowing what to expect or to do. She drew the sweater over his head and dropped it on the floor.
He stood transfixed as she lightly moved her hands over his chest. Rebecca responded to the feel of the silky chest hairs beneath her fingers and quivered. Then she gazed at the purplish nipples erect within the equally dark aureolas. Lightly she squeezed them. His chest was broad and his pecs swelled slightly. She lowered her hands to his belly--hard and laddered. Harish's knees began to quake as her hands moved ever downwards. As they neared his waist, he took her again into his arms--partly because he didn't know what else to do and partly because he felt a need to be even closer to her.
She responded with sinuous movements centered in her hips and moaned. Suddenly, Rebecca drew back, clutched the bottom of her sweater and drew it over her head. She was wearing no bra. Harish's eyes riveted on her bare breasts--neither big, nor small, but with erect nipples. Rebecca gazed into Harish's eyes, saw the turmoil there, took his hands and placed them on her breasts.
Again, "Ahhh!"
The feel of these soft, hot orbs beneath his hands was galvanic! Slowly he began to feel their contours. He took the nipples, tenderly in his fingers and thumbs and rolled them gently. Rebecca moaned. Her reaction, her moan provoked Harish to venture further. In an unrehearsed, primordial gesture, he dropped his head and sucked one of those pink, erect little knobs into his hot mouth. By now his cock was roaring hard! As his tongue flicked the nipple, he felt Rebecca's hand pressing and kneading his cock. He was beyond being embarrassed, beyond caring--he only wanted more! It was his turn to moan.
"Ahhh!"
Quickly and deftly Rebecca unbuckled his belt, pulled down the fly and slipped her hand under the waistband of his briefs to hold his hot throbbing cock in her probing hand. The feeling, the situation was more than Harish could bear. His head was involuntarily thrown backwards and he gasped, a deep animal gasp and uttered a guttural moan. Rebecca grasped the brief's waistband and pulled it, along with his trousers downward to his ankles. Her action brought her face-to-face with his jutting, quaking purplish-brown cock! She kissed the tip. The cock jolted upwards. She grasped its shaft and slipped her mouth over its sheathed, plum-like head--her tongue probing between that velvety skin and the super sensitized head. Harish looked down to see his thick, pinkish-lavender, cock-head shrouded behind her pink lips. The sight was electric. Expertly Rebecca sucked his cock. He didn't know if it was her expertise or the fact that here was a woman sucking his
dick! It was something that he only conceived of in his wildest dreams!
His passion was rocketing skyward. He could stand little more. He quickly knelt down--that action dislodged his cock with a wet popping sound. He embraced Rebecca, whispering, "Your wonderful!" He knew not what else to say.
She disengaged his arms, stood up, looked down into his eyes willing him to stay where he was, unsnapped the band of her slacks, let them drop, revealing the skimpiest bikini bottom, stepped out of her slacks, and then removed her underwear. Harish was mesmerized. His eyes were riveted on her pussy. It was covered with fine blonde hairs. Never had he imagined such a sight.
"Blonde pussy hairs!" he murmured to himself. He looked up into her eyes, those limpid azure pools willed him to touch her cunt. Slowly he raised his hand, looking into her eyes for any sign of refusal. There was none! Only a beautiful smile willing him onward. His touched that hot pussy and the feel of it against his hands sent shock waves through his body. With a finger he traced its form and insinuated itself into the slit opening at the bottom.
"Ahhh!" Rebecca groaned.
Harish could feel a hot wetness inside. His slid his finger into her pussy and she began to gyrate her hips, at the same times she spread her legs further apart. The feeling of her fiery love pocket, flooded with hot juices was more than he could bear. Involuntarily, unconsciously, he grasped his cock and ever so slowly began to manipulate it.
Rebecca then reached down to Harish's shoulders, gently pushing him to a prone position. She gazed down at his mahogany body with its cock, pole-like in the center, She straddled his hips, looked into his eyes and dropped her own hand to her pussy. There she slid her finger in and began to stimulate her clit. Her hips thrust forward. Harish was mesmerized at the sight. Slowly, deliberately she lowered herself, grabbed his pole, positioned it and sank all the way down, impaling herself on his massive cock.
Both groaned in utter delight.
The feeling of her super hot, moist cunt as it quickly enveloped his cock was breathtaking, awesome, inexpressible, filling him with sensations he never imagined. He not only reveled in the sensation, he was utterly overcome by it. She rhythmically began to raise and then lower her hips.
"Oh, God!" he breathed. Soon he was meeting her downward movement with an upward, primordial thrust of his hips, driving his cock deep inside of her. Faster and faster they pummeled each other--urging each other onward and upward. Finally, and with little warning Harish exploded inside of her. The orgasm was like none he had ever had! He thrust upward, arching off the floor.
"Arghhh . . ." and then he collapsed back, panting and covered with sweat.
Rebecca smiled, lowered herself on his moist torso, kissed his neck, tousled his hair, and whispered in his ear, "Oh! Harish! That was wonderful!"
His cock, still deep inside of her felt warm and welcome. It was minutes before it softened.
Some time later, after their breathing and regularized, Rebecca roused herself and stood up. Harish's cock slipped out of its warm sheath and flopped onto his lower belly. Instinctively, he covered it with his hand. For some inexplicable reason he felt that he had to cover his nudity.
Rebecca smiled reached for his covering hand and said, "Come, lets take a shower."
Harish complied and followed her into the bathroom. His hand, again covered his swinging cock. He had just made love with Rebecca, but years of tradition caused him to cover himself. She opened the glass door, turned on the spigots, adjusted the temp, turned and reached her hand toward Harish. He took her hand with his free hand and stepped into the shower. He luxuriated as the warm water cascaded over his body. Rebecca began to soap his body. Again he covered himself self consciously.
Rebecca smiled and asked, "Is this your first time?"
"Yes," he replied quietly.
"Taking a shower together can be fun," she stated.
"Oh!" he replied, "Sure . . . ," then added slightly embarrassed, "I thought you were talking about something else."
She arched an eyebrow and asked quietly, "Harish, was that the first time . . . the first time you made love?"
He dropped his head, blushed and said, "Yes . . . I'm sorry . . . I didn't know . . . what to do . . . "
"Oh, my sweet, gentle man . . . you were wonderful." She emphasized the last word.
He glanced up into her warm, loving eyes, "Thanks."
Quickly, she put a finger to his mouth as if to quiet him, "No, I should thank you for that beautiful gift." Saying that she stepped up to him and kissed him tenderly. He responded and she kissed him again. The second kiss began to arouse Harish. Quickly he covered his swelling cock. Rebecca stepped back, looked at his face and then down at his covering hand. She reached out, drew the hand away and regarded the lengthening cock.
"You should never be embarrassed of such a beautiful thing." Saying that she gently took his cock in her hand and deftly rolled it. It grew even more. She glanced up into his face and saw that he was still looking at her, avoiding the sight of his lengthening cock.
"Look at it Harish," she commanded gently, "Look at your beautiful cock!"
He glanced down and saw his swelling, dark dick held in her creamy hands. That sight was so stimulating that it lurched in her hand. Quickly he glanced up to her. She too, glanced at him.
"See," she said, "He likes my hand." Then she bent over quickly, pulled the foreskin back and kissed the glistening head. Harish's cock jolted to full erection. She stood up, laughed, looked into his eyes and said, "He likes my lips too!"
Harish felt that he should be embarrassed, but the situation was so erotic that it blotted out any sense of self consciousness. He drew Rebecca to him and kissed her fully on her lips. Again she began to gyrate her hips against his steely cock. He could feel her cunt hairs passing over the underside of his cock. He groaned deep inside.
Suddenly, she threw her arms about his neck, jumped up, wrapped her legs around his waist. Miraculously, his erect cock found her cunt slit and with a thrust of his hips he entered her.
"Yes," she breathed, "Make love to me again!"
He grabbed her milky buttocks for support and thrust upwards a second time.
"Oh, Yes!"
"It feels so good!" the normally reticent Harish uttered.
"Do you like it?" she asked, "Do you like your hard, beautiful cock in my hot pussy?"
"Oh, yes, I like it very much."
She had uttered the words: 'cock' and 'pussy.' That shocked him slightly, but it turned him on even more. He thrust even deeper.
"Oh, my beautiful Harish! . . . fuck my pussy!"
"Yes . . ." he hesitated slightly, then words poured out, "I love your beautiful pussy . . . I like my . . ." He hesitated.
"Cock?" she uttered.
"Yes . . . my cock in your pussy."
She kissed him fully on the lips. Her hot tongue darted into his mouth in unison with his cock plunging into her cunt.
He began to pant and strain. She realized that even though he was physically fit; this position was beginning to tire him. That she did not want. She released her vise-like grip around his waist and her arms from around his neck. Then she released his lips from her probing kiss, spun around, bent over, presenting the milky orbs of her beautiful ass to him, grabbed his cock and guided it back into her steaming cunt.
Without being told what to do, he placed his hands on her hips and began to systematically fuck her. Her head bobbed with each forceful thrust. He continued driving his cock deep into her hot pussy while the shower water splashed over them.
Then she, too, began to tire of the position she had assumed. She stood up, turned to Harish, took his hand, opened the shower door, and led him out into the dimly lit living room. She sat on the edge of an easy chair, leaned back, lifted her legs and spread them. All the time their eyes were locked. Harish knelt down placed her legs over his shoulders, glanced down, took his cock and directed it back into Rebecca's cunt. Slowly he thrust in and out, establishing a rhythm. Their eyes were gazing deep into each others.
He glanced down as he was withdrawing his cock. He had never seen a woman's cunt before, certainly not with his cock inside it. It mesmerized him. Slowly he shoved it in again, all the way, then drew it out. He withdrew it all the way and being released his cock bobbed upwards. Again he grasped his throbbing dark shaft, positioned the big, glistening, lighter head and watched it disappear into that lasciviously torrid tunnel.
"Do you like watching your cock sliding into my pussy?" Rebecca asked.
"Yes, it feels so good in you pussy," he answered.
Again she asked, "Do you like watching . . . Do you like looking at your cock sliding into my pussy?"
He glanced up, flushing slightly, and merely answered, "Yes!"
"Watching can be as sexy as feeling," she stated.
Again he glanced down to look at his plunging cock and her accepting cunt, "Yes, . . .I . . . think you're right."
"I want to watch too," she said, taking a small hand mirror from the side table and positioning it so that she could see the action, the real business of cock and cunt.
"Oh, yesss, look at that beautiful, big dark cock of yours fucking my pussy. Look how deep you shove it in!" Then she set the mirror down and began to rotate her hips in the most lascivious manner. She drew her knees back to her shoulders, held them there, exposing her hot, juicy cunt in all its glory and commanded with a husky voice,
"Fuck me Harish! FUCK ME HARD!"
Again and again he slammed his cock deep into her incredible cunt. Then he hoarsely stated, "I want to fuck you! . . . .I want to FUCK . . . YOU . . . HARD!" And, with that he shot copious amount of cum deep inside her. They both collapsed upon the floor.
Later, she asked, while they lay on the soft carpet in each other's arms, "Are you hungry?"
"Famished," he declared.
Nude, they went over to the table and hand in hand to finish what was left of their meal.
Noticing the exposed window, Harish asked, "Do you mind if I close the drapes?"
"Not at all," came the answer.
Later over coffee they began to talk. The normally reserved Harish stated, a little embarrassed, "You know, this was the first time I've made love to a lady. I wasn't sure of what to do! The first time, I . . . came so quickly!"
Rebecca nodded and smiled, "But, the second time . . . you took much longer. Both were wonderful."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course, Harish."
"Did . . . did you cum? I couldn't tell. . ."
She smiled, "I came twice the second time."
"Twice? Wow!"
"A woman can have multiple orgasms," she explained.
"Really? Wow." He wondered what it would be like to have multiple orgasms. Then he said, "I'm sorry that I was . . . am so shy about myself. But, you see where I come from nudity is avoided. I've never, ever even seen my brothers nude!"
Again, Rebecca smiled and stated, "Here, in America many people are not modest in the least. I tend to be somewhat modest, unless, I'm with someone I like, some one I've made love with, then being modest seems unnatural." Then she asked, as an after thought, "Are you shy being nude with me now?"
"No . . . no, not really," he responded, toying with the untouched wine glass.
Again she smiled understanding his lessening shyness. Seeing this, she queried, "You said that drinking makes you do strange things. 'Strange' in what way?"
"I . . . I had . . . an experience . . . not one I . . . wanted. . . "he stammered, flushed and lowered his head.
"If you don't want to talk about it you don't have to," she uttered calmly with understanding.
Inside a debate raged. This was somehow different. Harish felt that what had just gone on between them required a kind of honesty. Yet, he was wary. Finally, he said, "Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but when I was at Grinnell, I was at a party. I drank too much . . . got drunk." He continued the saga of his experience with Robert Lindsay.
After Harish fell silent, Rebecca, nodding with understanding, stated, "Well, Harish, it was not your action . . . . " she then reached across the table and clutched Harish's hand for emphasis, "I'm sure it was disturbing, but those things happen."
Then he raised his head, still slightly flushed and inquired, "Can I ask you a another question?"
"Of course."
"I think that I was not the first one for you . . . is that right?"
Calmly she answered, "No, Harish, you are not. Does that bother you?"
"No . . . I guess I'm lucky that I was not the first . . . I mean . . . it might have been pretty miserable if both of us were both first timers."
She laughed brightly.
They talked late into the night. Rebecca asked if Harish wanted to spend the night. He said, "Yes."
They made love again and one more time in the morning, before he went to his own apartment. Jim and Angela were just leaving his apartment when Harish was inserting the key into his lock.
"You were out early today . . . Or . . . are you just getting back?" he asked with a knowing wink.
"Ah . . . I was . . . ah . . . out early," he lied. It was a little white lie both Jim and Angela knew it.
"Well, we're off to have breakfast." They disappeared down the stairs, glancing at each other and flashing a knowing smile. Harish spent the morning tidying up his apartment--his Saturday morning chore. He tried to make some sense of had had happened between Rebecca and him. He came to the conclusion that there wasn't really a logical explanation. It just happened! Yet, there was a warmth whenever he thought about Rebecca. He thought of calling her, but then thought that it might be better to sleep on it. Sleep alone in his own bed!
"I'll call her tomorrow," he thought. He finished his chores, gathered his notes and spent the afternoon in the library, ate a light supper, and returned to the library. Harish walked home late--11:00 p.m.--still thinking about Rebecca. He entered the building and mounted the steps to the third floor. The hall light outside Jim and his apartment was out.
"Again," he thought. He was about to insert his key into the lock when he noticed Jim's door was ajar. He went to knock, but as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the interior he saw an incredible sight! In the middle of the small living room he saw Jim, on his hands and knees. Behind him was Darren Fairchild, a black classmate of Jim's, who lived in the back apartment on the second floor. Both were nude, and Darren was engrossed in fucking Jim! Harish's mind whirled.
"My God," he said to himself as he watched Darren draw back, "what a huge . . . cock!" He was transfixed as he watched the two. In the half light he noted the hard, muscular body of Darren as he humped Jim's ass. He remembered that time, years ago, when he came upon Brad fucking that underclassman in the copse. Still he was compelled, in a perverse way, to continuing observing those two studs! He watched as Darren's buttocks tensed and dimpled before each inward thrust. He watched Jim's head bob as that huge cock hit home.
Jim was groaning and uttered, softly, "Oh, yes . . . fuck my ass . . . shove that big cock all the way up my ass!"
Harish noted that Darren complied. Then Darren threw his head back and hoarsely announced, "I'm cuming . . .!"
Quietly Harish closed the door. A light click of the latch caused Jim to glance over to the door as it was carefully closed.
"Damn!" Jim said to himself, "I thought I closed that fuckin door!"and added, "Must of been Harish. Damn!"
Quickly Harish went into his room and made sure that the door was closed. Strangely, he noted, he was highly excited. His cock was hard and raging! Seeing this hunky stud being fucked was incredible. The surprise of seeing a guy shoving his cock up Jim's ass was something that really confused Harish.
"I thought he was straight!" he commented to himself.
About 10:00 a.m., Sunday morning there was a knock on Harish's door. He had been going over some notes and was about to call Rebecca. He opened the door.
"Hi." It was Jim.
"How about some coffee?"
"Sure," said Harish, "Come on in. I'll heat some water." Harish busied himself, trying to avoid looking directly at Jim.
"You with Rebecca yesterday?" Jim asked.
"No," answered Harish, who then added, "I have a paper I'm working on . . .didn't get home 'til late."
"Oh, By the way . . . thanks for closing the door last night . . . That was you? Wasn't it?"
"Yes," Harish admitted, quietly.
"I thought I'd closed the damned thing. Got to be more careful!"
"Yes."
"Did it bother you?"
"What?" asked Harish.
"Seeing me with Darren."
"No," he lied.
"He's a great guy, real sexy."
"Oh?" Harish answered.
Then Jim explained, "Listen man, I like a guy once in a while . . . I swing both ways . . . I like both men and women."
Harish turned to look at Jim, fighting to understand the meaning of his statements.
Jim continued, "Mostly I like women . . . but once in a while I need a guy! Understand?"
"Not really," admitted Harish, then he added feebly, "What about Angela?"
"She understands!" Jim stated, "There's no one else in the world I love more than Angela. She knows that . . . she also understands that sometimes I need a guy."
"And, she doesn't mind?" asked Harish.
"Yeah, a little. But she understands and never wants to know when I'm with a guy. 'That's your private business,' she told me, 'If you need to be with a guy, never tell me. I don't want to know.'"
Harish's mind was in a turmoil. "How can that be?" he screamed to himself.
"Anyway, what I do with a guy has nothing to do with the way I feel about Angela!"
"I see," Harish said. He didn't! Too much was happening lately, his mind was in a state of agitation! "Can I ever understand?" he asked himself, and then added, "Probably not."
But, he would . . . . in time!