At first, we were just friends, we would stop by at his place every day after work and grab lunch but after a while, things became more than that, much more than that.
Both of us were carrying big piles of books walking under the blistering sun towards his place. The security guard of the building was kind enough to help us carry our load up to his flat. I fell flat onto his sofa when he switched on the AC, it was a long day's work and I was exhausted.
He was a decent place in a nice neighbourhood; I was familiar with the flat as I have been here almost every day for the previous three years.
"Thanda Hou (Cool Down), I'll order some lunch." He spoke in a crisp Bangla accent
Outside of school, we always spoke in Bangla. We were teachers at Grace International, a popular English medium school for the higher upper-class citizens. I would travel two hours every day by bus from a lower middle-class neighbourhood; we were doing fairly well but didn't have much saving. I was the sole provider for my younger brother and widowed mother. I during the beginning of my teaching career work from dusk to dawn to help make ends meet without rest or pause.
"The weather is so fucking hot ..." Alok swore as he pulled the curtains together in the dining and drawing room
Alok was my colleague from the same school, I was the grade five science teachers, and he was the grade ten Bangla teacher. Alok was nine years older to me, fairly built with brown complexion; he didn't speak much and was a very forward person. He was five eight and I was five three. In comparison, I was much healthier but looked younger than he.
"I'll go freshen up make yourself at home." With that, he left me to my thoughts.
Alok had a very manly sex appeal to him, he wasn't the best looking of individuals but the man was fit. In his entire hard exterior, he was a gentle person. During the earlier stage of my teaching career I used to give home tuition after school, it was hectic and I was always late to go home. Alok offered to match my salary if I would assist him with the school's book checking and corrections. It was a great relief as Alok would always consider my position and let me leave quickly after work was done. So in terms of financial aid, he was of great help.
When the door rang, I received the pizza delivery and paid the bill. As I set up the table, Alok got back from his shower.
"Wow, it is only 11 ..." he commented
The school gave us early leave as the examinations were in process, they didn't require the teachers to be present during the examinations.
"Have you called your mum, let her know you will be a little late today?" he spoke as he took a bite of his pizza
I called up mum and let her know I maybe a little late, I knew where this was leading to but things have been like this between us for quite some time.
We spoke about the day's work, he asked me about my health and family. Our conversations were always casual and never too intimate.
I washed my hands and helped him clear the table. As I proceeded to wash the plates, he came up behind me and gently pressed only me.
"Have you switched off your cell?" he whispered, he hated it when the phone rang, and he always made it a point to switch off his cell phone when he was occupied.
"No, I have put it to silent," I replied
He gently removed the pins from my head scarf and let my hair fall freely, he would often tell me that my long hair is one of my sexiest features.
"I would hate it if Himel called and bugged us ..." he said seductively
Himel was my boyfriend, I have been dating him for five years and we were hoping to get married at the end of this year. He was the only other man I have been with; he is completing his graduation from university. I loved Himel dearly but over the years we have moved apart a lot, we have been very busy with our work and class schedules and lived four hours from each other.
Alok switched off the tap and gently pulled me to the drawing room. I would have never imagined that things would escalate with Alok to such extent, at first we were colleagues working together, we were content with that for two years, then one day when I was upset and weak, we kissed and things have escalated ever since.
His hands left mine and held my waist pulling me closer to him. He gave me a long hungry kiss before pulling away. He gently slid my Salwar-Kamees off me and threw it to the corner of the room. With an expert's hand, he unhooked my bra and threw it to a corner as well. He then pulled his t-shirt of him, leaving him in his shorts and me in my pyjama.