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And then she was gone; I heard her climb down. I sat there, in a limbo, for a long time. My cock shriveled and sticky; hung on top of my balls. I knew that something very profound had happened to me that afternoon. I knew that a million questions would come to me, why did Madhu do this? Why did I do this? Did I love her? Did she?
But I was too sated to even think about anything for the moment. My breathing was back to normal, though it was still deeper than usual. I knew I had to get up, the doors were open, and my parent would surely come up, when they found the breakfast and lunch untouched. I looked down, at my penis. It had gone where I had never gone before; it had seen from up close, what I had only glimpsed. Envious, I gave it a slight tap with my fingers. It rolled a bit, exposing a skin that was still slick with her and my juices. My fingers, with a mind of their own, slowly rubbed that slick spot. The slickness spread under the manipulation, and I could see it slowly dissolve into the skin – just like a face cream that I used when using my hands. I brought my fingers to my nose – her smell lingered still, a million times more desirable than any face cream.
I thought back, how it all started. It was the Window that led me into this wonderful and confusing world of love, maybe lust. And sex, there was definitely sex. I thought how it had all begun.
The year was 1988. A couple of years back, I had completed my schooling and was selected through very competitive exams to the computer engineering program, in one of the top engineering schools of the country. My parents lived in a large three storied house. The ground-floor (well it is called ground floor in India, while here, it is the first floor) was big, with a large veranda in front, and a backyard.
We were on the ground floor. We had rented out the second floor (well it is called first floor in India) to another family. As long as I could remember, they had been our tenant (the Gupta family), uncle, auntie and Madhu". On the top floor was a single room, and an attached bathroom. We had retained the third floor for ourselves. In fact, that was my room, whenever I was home. My bedroom was downstairs; however, this was my study room, occasional bedroom, and my domain. Well, anyway it was full of books on domain analysis, algorithms, C and other such study material. The way to this top floor was through a stairs. The stairs were at the back of the house, they went along the outer wall of the house at the back, up to the first floor stairwell, and then up to the top floor. There was another stairs at the front. But that led from the garage to Mr. Gupta's floor only.
In 1988, the society in India was not very permissive, no, not like today. We did not have any sex education or anything of that sort. We learnt about sex from the older boys in the neighborhood. Sometimes, they would let us take a peek at some magazine that they had got from god knows where; glossy, smudgy picture of a woman with large pink nipples, the page torn right between her legs. But I knew all about women (and man) from the line diagrams in my biology book. So, at 19, there I was a bit naïve, and a bit of a bookworm.
"I am going up to study," I said, as I climbed up the stairs to the top floor room. There I was, back to meet my parents. It was the spring break, of my 2nd year engineering. My mother was in the kitchen.
"Come down at lunch. I have made your favorite dish. And we have some people over for lunch. So be well-dressed, OK," my mother reminded me.
"OK mother," I said, climbing up the stairs, to go to my room.
The window was just where the stairs reached the first floor landing. I stopped involuntarily, at the landing. The window had wooden doors, with patterns of birds carved in the wood. The window was closed. It had been closed most of the past 3 years since Madhu left, after her marriage. I smiled to myself, remembering those days, when that room used to be Madhu's room, and she used to come up to the window and say ‘good night' to me before closing the windows. Somehow, I was not able to focus on my studies that day, I don't know why, my mind kept wandering back to the days when .... Oh well, I was hungry anyway and it was nearly noon. I decided to go down for lunch. I also remembered we had some guests over for lunch. I took a bath, changed and went down.
From the stairs, I could hear her voice. It was the same voice, the one I had heard 3 years back. I rushed down, taking two steps at a time. The rickety old stairs made a hell of a noise, as I jumped the last 3 steps and ran inside. And there sat Mr Gupta, his wife and .... Madhu! She was as beautiful as ever (.... when did I think of her as beautiful ??? never before..... but she was.....).
Madhu was perhaps older to me by about 5 years. My childhood had been spent playing with her. Being older to me, she had taken me under her wings, well, meaning, she used to boss me around, but was also extremely protective of me. We had grown up together, and 3 years back, when she got married, I was heart-broken. I didn't understand why, except that I wanted the world to end. Anyway, soon thereafter, I was accepted in the Computer Engineering program, I left my town to attend school. I also accepted that Madhu was now married, and gone, like most girls in the world.
And here she was, after 3 years.
"Krish!" she exclaimed. She stood up, left the table, and rushed over to me. I stood rooted, not knowing what to do next, but that decision was taken away from me, as she spread both her hands, and clasped me about my shoulders (... when did I grow so tall...)
"Krishna, you have grown so tall, look Aunty." ( she used to call my mother, aunty...) "3 years ago, he was crying with his head on my shoulders, and look now, I can only put my head on his shoulders," and saying that, she put both her arms around my neck, and put her head on my shoulders. I stood there, straight as a ramrod, my arms spread, not daring to clasp her. And then the moment was gone. My mother was laughing, aunty (her mother) was smiling, and Madhu took hold of my hands and led me to the table.
Well, during the conversations at the table, I learnt that she had come back to visit her parents. In fact, this was the first time after her marriage that she had come to visit her parents. She was different, somehow. She had the same smile, but I thought, her smile never reached her eyes. The same laughter, but when her laughter ended, her eyes didn't retain the sparkle as they used to.
"So, Madhu, how's married life? Why didn't you get your husband along?" I asked her.
"Oh, he wanted to come, but couldn't at the last moment. Had some work," She said. We had retired to my bedroom on the ground floor. Our parents were still at the dining table, talking.
"So, how is married life... come on tell me," I asked.
"Its OK, it's the same as it was here," she said.
"Cannot be," I said. "I am not there; I am here, so how can it be the same?"
She looked at me, and smiled, a sad/ happy smile, and suddenly reached up to pat my cheeks. She was wearing a sari... the traditional dress of most Indian women. She was half reclining on her side, and as she reached up, I saw a glimpse of her blouse ( a short bodice worn with the sari, it usually leaves the midriff bare) and a deep cleavage of her breasts...as the ends of the sari shifted with the movement of her hands. Suddenly uncomfortable, I looked up away, anywhere but at her, and regretted it instantly. I brought my vision back on her, but she had sat up, and had adjusted her sari. We talked, I don't know what and how long. Then it was time for them to go.
I followed them up the stairs, and after saying a hurried "see you later," I continued up the stairs to my room. That afternoon, I could not study at all. I kept thinking about how she had held me, her head on my shoulders; her special aroma, and the deep shadows of her cleavage. It was disturbing to say the least. Anyway, I kept staring at my books, and soon, it was dark outside. I don't know when the clock struck 9 pm, but I heard my mother calling me down for dinner. I went down, had my dinner, and decided that I better spend some serious time finishing my term paper. I told my mother, that I was going up, back to study, and would sleep upstairs.
As I went up the stairs, I saw that the window at the end of the flight of stairs. It was partly open. That was Madhu's room, it had always been Madhu's room, and as long as I remembered, We used to say, "Good Night" to each other through this window. As I reached the end of the stairs, without thinking, I stretched my hands to pull open the wooden doors of the window.... and I stopped.
