Close Too Close (27 page)

Obviously not, he is going into your mother’s bedroom! I thought, but said, ‘No, just friends.’

He smiled, ‘he is a homo you know?’

So astute, ‘I know.’

‘My mother is so foolish,’ he jeered, and drowned the wine in a single gulp. ‘Come, I am not allowed to smoke in the living room.’

We walked out to the balcony at the end of the hall; it was a beautiful night and the house sat on Banjara hills and had the most fantastic view of the city. ‘Stars above, stars below and stars in the house,’ I said.

‘Are you flirting with me?’

I wasn’t, I was mortally afraid of flirting, the only flirting I ever did was with gay men, where there was no fear being taken seriously. ‘What if I am?’ I dimpled.

‘You want to smoke?’ He smiled smugly and with a flourish took out a pack of Charminar and a kitten matchbox from his pockets.

‘Yes, please.’ He put two cigarettes between his lips.

He struck a match, he struck two and two again. ‘Allow me,’ I said, touching his shoulder gently, just like M had L’s. He handed me one of the cigarettes and dropped the matchbox in my hand. I put the cigarette between my lips and lit it, with a single strike of the match. Then I took the other one hanging from his mouth and lit it with my cigarette and handed it to him. I was only missing a hat to doff at him.

‘Tanks,’ he said, not ‘thanks’; ‘tanks’ like I had just handed him his ball at recess. This was going to be tough.

‘So what do you do?’ I asked.

‘I am going to be a hero. Opposite Ramya; we will start shooting next month. I am building my body now.’

Wow! He is going to be a hero?

‘Wow, you are going to be a hero!’

‘Yes, I will start in Telugu, and then who knows, one day Bollywood,’ he made a flying plane gesture with his hand.

That flying hand came to rest on my shoulder. ‘So you want to fuck a hero?’

Not so tough after all, I thought, and smiled at him, the moon would be lost in my craters.

‘Come,’ he said sounding just like mama M, holding out his right hand while chucking his still-lit cigarette on the floor with his left. I stubbed out my cigarette self-consciously on the floor and took his hand. I let him lead me into his surprisingly sparse bedroom. One large bed, a beautiful old chest of drawers, one Bombay fornicator near a large window and a large mahogany dressing table with a beautiful mirror lit from three sides. He seemed to sense my bewilderment. ‘This was my grandmother’s room, I shifted here when I decided to become a hero.’

He stood behind me, his hammy hands cupping my breasts, ‘So do you want to do it on D Devi’s bed?’ suddenly making the deal very, very sweet. I turned around and put my arms around his neck, arched my back slightly and raised my lips to his.

‘Not like this,’ he said, yanking my hands from his neck. ‘We have to do it like a film, you are the vamp and I am the hero, seduce me,’ he said, jumping on that bed. ‘Come on.’ He arranged himself on the bed, his hands behind his head, the bulge in his pants almost bigger than his head.

This was getting to be too much work. I wondered what L was doing to earn his cashmere shawl.

‘Ok, give me a song.’

‘Yeh mera dil, pyaar ka deewana’
he shouted back urgently. I moved to a little stool in front of the mirror and sat down, turned on the lights and looked at my reflection. I was not me, I couldn’t be, I was D Devi – well not really, I was just about to fuck her grandson – it is not that kind of a story. I was Devisque – still too weird. L had the other day performed a whole medley of vampish songs for me, so I was L – yes, L could very well do this.

Still on the stool, I turned towards the hero and slowly parted my long, long legs (L’s phantom legs) then very demurely brought my legs together. I pulled out the pencil that was keeping my hair in a loose knot. My hair, always ready to play a role, fell heavily over my shoulders, I heard him take in a breath.

I stood up, hummed the opening line, the only line I knew,
yeh mera dil, pyaar ka deewana
.

‘Okay now strip, slowly.’ Bulgy boy

‘You first, the vamp has you naked and angry in her house of disrepute,’ I said.

‘Her what?’

‘Brothel . . . whore house . . .
kotha’

‘Okay!’ It took him about thirty seconds to strip. He had a nice body, nearly six packs, maybe just a pair short. He had very distasteful hero-like biceps but otherwise a rather lean body. His legs were also very leanly muscled, his thighs in particular, taut and with deep sinewy cuts. His penis was a nice size for a man of that stature. ‘Okay, now me!’ I reached to remove my sweatshirt. ‘Slowly, slowly,’ he said urgently.

I removed my sweatshirt; beneath it I was wearing a blue buttoned-down peasant blouse, and a pair of jeans. I decided to remove my blouse first. The top button, then three more. I paused, slipped my right hand inside my shirt and caressed my left breast; he made an urgent movement tightening his thighs, tauter lines. I was quite excited myself. I undid the rest of the buttons and turned my back to him and let the shirt fall away from my body.

‘Turn around.’

‘Not yet.’ I heaved my breasts and arched my back. I have very expressive shoulder blades a mere flick and they would sing; a narrowish waist, and on it I always wore a thin silver chain. I heard him get off the bed and come toward me, he hugged me hurriedly, rubbing his penis against my thighs and my butt.

The hero was seduced, the vamp had won.

He unhooked my bra, quite expertly, and gruffly pushed aside my hair and bit my neck, a long hard vampire-like suck. I made a little noise of pain and pleasure. He covered my naked breast with his hammy, clammy hands. ‘Follow the plan, remove your clothes facing me.’ He gruffly turned me toward him and kissed me, kiss actually a misnomer; he enveloped every bit of my lips, teeth and tongue inside his fat lips. Wet, painful and my cunt informed me that it liked this very much.

He went back to his bed, I removed my bra, my jeans and my underpants; I was slow but absolutely without hesitation. Divested of my clothes, I stood before him.

‘You are actually hot; my mother usually brings me such ugly girls.’

Brings him! So this was hooking.

‘Yes, I am, we better get on with this, friend,’ I pointed to his bulge, ‘you don’t seem to have much time.’ I climbed into bed with him. I was a little tired of the role play. Hero-vamp, whore-customer even that little bit of master-slave. I got into bed with him and turned on my side, then aggressively cupped his balls while thrusting my tongue into his left ear. He was moaning and his butt was quivering. I got on top of him. ‘Condoms?’ I demanded.

‘Really?’

‘Yes, really! It is my
dhande ka vasool
.’
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‘I don’t have any, so we have to do it like this only.’ Gleefully.

‘Wait here, I have some,’ I said confidently. I knew that L always had a pack in his cavernous bag. I pulled on my sweatshirt and went out to fetch them. I found L sitting outside, smoking and reading. He also carried books in that bag. He was reading a slim volume of what looked like poetry.

‘What? Done already?’ we said to each other in sync.

‘Yes ya, we had the most straightforward missionary sex and then she had some giant orgasm or faked it, took a pill and asked me to wait outside for my little friend. You?’

‘Mama does not allow smoking in the living room you know!’

‘Hmmm, are you done?’ taking a long drag.

‘Ongoing, your M is something else, apparently they do this a lot, you know, she gets girls for him. Why does it feel so sordid?’

‘They are rich, we are poor, and you are actually a good little girl,’ he hugged me affectionately.

‘Right!’ I huffed, ‘give me a condom!’

‘Here,’ diving into his bag to drag a pack out. ‘He is hot though, no? So short, muscular and those fat lips . . .’

‘He looks and smells like a pig!’

‘Why are you going through with it then?’

‘I am a feminist! I can’t be a tease, ya! He was sort of interesting when he got all masterful!’

‘How hot! Did you see that smile though, so sexy!’

‘That bit is true!’

‘He is so my type.’

‘I know.’

‘I know you know, my little feminist! So, you need some help in there?’

‘No! But yes please,’ I smiled my first genuine smile of the day.

V was lying exactly as I had left him, his penis seemed to be moving back and forth like a periscope skimming above the water. ‘I thought you had run away!’

‘I brought back a little surprise. You remember L from earlier today, he wants to join us. What say he can be the villain, I will be the vamp and you are of course, the hero?’

‘Okay, but only you can do things to me not the homo.’

While I was making righteous noises, L said, ‘That sounds fine. I will not even be the villain, I will be the
kaneez
, the vamp’s
sakhi
. What say we tie you up, you are here unwillingly, hero!’

‘Okay.’

I looked for something to tie him up with. I found a gorgeous silk kimono inside one of the drawers of the dresser.

‘My grandmother’s,’ V said quickly.

I nodded and took out the thick yellow silk sash and while L winced, I suppose at my treating this beauteous thing so indelicately, I secured our hero’s hands, tying them together and then to an arch on the top of the headboard. L stood behind the headboard and started taking off his clothes. I climbed on top of the bed and straddled V. I arched my back and stretched by hands behind me for the condoms that I had left at the foot of the bed. Both L and V had a good view of my cunt. My stomach in that yogic pose was very taut and my breasts were standing up and pointing north. They were not large, but the large dark aureoles made them look bigger. The surprising contrast of their darkness and the whiteness of my breast could be very beautiful. I felt young and ripe. I reached for the pack of condoms and straightened up swiftly. I pulled out one and tore open the condom wrapper with my teeth. Then I bent down, letting my long curly hair linger over his torso, gave his penis one short suck and then sheathed it.

‘Some more sucks, please, please,’ he begged.

‘Later!’ I said.

I looked at L standing behind the headboard. He had stripped down. He was a beautiful angular creature, all long legs and limbs. Sharp jaws, sharp collarbones, and sharp eyes below arched eyebrows. Right now, those eyes were looking at me hungrily. I had never seen that before. Hero boy was groaning, I kissed his chest and bit his nipples, he moaned more. The lips of my cunt were caressing his madly gesticulating penis, which was urgently trying to find me. I decided to help him out; with my right hand I guided him inside me. His whole body shuddered; I made small circling motions from my hips. A whoosh sound when my cunt pulled away a little from his penis.

We went on like this for just a few seconds, then he urgently raised his buttocks and made a final thrust, I tried to hurry to the climax but he got there before me, he came in a giant shudder and I felt him go flaccid immediately. He was done, and so well done that he smiled that hot little smile and went right to sleep. Hands still tied to the bed post.

I shrugged at L. ‘That’s that I guess,’ and got off him.