It rained, one of the many things he didn't particularly care about - rains. Well, his friends ought to be mad planning a wedding, in the monsoons, at the beach. Did they even consider the threats heavy rains caused every other season on this shoreline of the country? But then they had to be mad to have a wedding in the first place. He smirked at his own musings, oblivious to all the frenzy of wedding preparations around him. Oblivious also to the pair of kohl-lined eyes following him from one of the guest rooms in the beach home turned marriage marigold yellow hall for the marriage functions to begin.
That was the year of pre-wedding shoots and destination weddings in India. That was also the year he had finally decidedly conceded a marriage was not his game. And so here he was watching two of his closest friends getting married, in a picturesque bungalow, overlooking a beautiful part of the Mangalorean beach. Well, currently they stood awkwardly clad inexpensive designer wear, waiting for the rain to stop. People hurried all-around; some safeguarding their precious clothes, some trying to salvage the decor and updo, and kids just running around for no reason. Kids- the other thing he absolutely didn't care about. A wet shirt would do, a screaming toddler wouldn't. He did everything possible to put distance between them, including walking alone in the rain towards the dangerous beach.
Only he wasn't really alone, there was someone else trying to sneak out to the solitude of the beach. For albeit different reasons. She had absolutely no problems with kids, even when they spilled things over the bright blue of her new blouse. She absolutely loved the rains. And would have totally wanted to skip this wedding if not for the sea view and the showers. Giving each exasperated aunt a hand, she happily pranced in the rain. Conspiring her inconspicuous escape to where she had seen him escape. He wasn't the most handsome man she could meet, not remotely, but something about him made her warm. So were her cheeks when she realized where! Well, she also so needed the smoke badly, it had been hours since the last one on the roof!
Closing the In the shade of some coconut groves he found his clothes. Someone seems to have gone for a swim. Looking around she stealthily pulled out a smoke. He bangles jingled with every drag. Like the smoke her thoughts wandered, Resting on his discarded clothes. Finding herself picturing him minus those layers then minus a few more, she felt the heat rise to the cheeks. A lighter and the pack of cigarettes lying underneath the clothes told her it was a match. The rains had stopped. The sun would be out any minute now, she quickly butted the smoke away and clearing the air around her in an attempt to blow the smell away, she jingled and swished her way towards the ceremonies.
Wedding rituals bored them through the day, till he spotted the orange lehenga making a way away from her cousins, he knew she must be headed for a smoke. Despite the distance, he couldn't have missed that bright orange skirt near his clothes earlier in the rain. They were back in the cove.
"Can I borrow a light?"
"Sure," she answered turning her back to fetch a battered matchbox from inside that gorgeous blue blouse! "The niece is constantly hunting down my purse for 'bua's lipstick'!" she answered to his amused look. They smoked in silence. He fingered the tiny matchbox imagining what it might mean to finger the nips it had been so close to. As the smokes finished and the trail of thoughts got murkier, watching her blow a puff of smoke, he wondered if she could read his mind.
"Shall we..?"
"Go up to your room .. yeah".
"Go back to the ceremonies, I meant..but if you.. umm, yeah why not..." He stammered to her unexpected boldness
"Oh sorry yeah, why not?" They laughed their way in.
"So, see you in a bit, 106 right?"
"How do you...? Yes! See you" He replied to her back, prancing away to join a group of cousins clicking selfies.
The wait inside his room was shortly after he had hurriedly tidied up a bit - a lot actually, a hook up amid such a family affair hadn't been on his mind. Upon the soft knock, he checked his breath, one last look around the room. Seems neat. A jingle of bangles greeted him as the door was opened.
"Must say I had expected an open door mister???"
"umm, yeah.. was just..." The rest of his sentence was drowned in a wave of her rosy perfume. He found her lips on his.
No words were said, none were needed. The rain had begun once again. The crowd outside was a mess of frenzied activities.
In a matter of minutes, he felt his shirt buttoned. The cool of bangles and the warmth of slender fingers felt their way up his bareback, under the shirt, up to the collars. Responding to the passionate kisses, he lost his self to her embrace. His eyes closed on her beautifully winged lashes, he gave in to his long desire of exploring that brilliant blue blouse. His hands found the hem and slipped in, cupping her supple pair. A sharp intake of breath and slackening distance told him a tale. His finger had found their treat alright. He was doing her the return alright. While one hand kept caressing her tender spot, he found her waist to pull her closer with one strong arm right around. She clung onto him, nails dug slightly onto his shoulder with every flick. The kissing paused, her breath was held in anticipation. Her eyes opened to his amused look. The slight annoyance at his pause was all he could bear at this edge. In a sudden move, that jingled a lot of her jewelry and had the dainty pin come off her hair, she found herself on the bed. He came towering over, removing his trousers and shorts. His strong arms were tugging up her skirt. Delighted to not find any underwear underneath, "God! the woman can prepare," he thought. He found his balance over her, positioning himself, their sweaty palms entwined. He felt her tense underneath him, expectantly, fervently. She was wet, warm and wanting, she was easy to slide into, until...
Just as he gave up the easeful pace, switching to a racing rhythm; a small cry escaped her lips. She bit it back with tears of thrill. He had broken through her hymen. Her pain met his shock. He had found his rhythm, he had claimed her virginity. He would become her secret. His every push was echoed with her soft moans. The sharp pain had ebbed into perfect pleasure, shuddering into blissful ecstasy.
A while later, they were still gasping for breath, sore yet satiated. For once he couldn't read through the constricted expression on her pretty face. Brushing aside her curls and blowing at the sweat lined cheeks.
"Are you okay...? I didn't assume you'd be.."
"What? A virgin?... I have never believed in keeping up with expectations."
