ab tak 42 - Autobiography of the Promiscuous Male

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Manjula - Seduction

When people ask me, have I ever been love, I often reply, I have been in lust many times, but love - No.

But when I came to write this part of my memoirs, I realised, perhaps, I was in love with Manjula.

Manjula was a coorgi girl, whose father was in Army. She was 5 years my Junior in MBA college. I met her first time when Alumni meeting was held in Mumbai. It was kind of an annual affair. All new pass outs who were in big metros like Delhi and Mumbai were given welcome by the Alumni Association of our college. I was not in good terms with my batchmates whilst I was in college, but I grew close to many an alumunus of my college after passing out. So much so, that by 2005 I was elected as President for an year of the Alumni Association. I give credit to networking seminar I attended in one of my earlier jobs.

So coming to Manjula. It was in one of the fancy restaurants in Mumbai that I met Manjula on our annual welcome meet. And I was not alone, whose eyes were fixated on her during the complete meeting. She was tall, slim and had a model like features. And she had boobs, which revolted to her otherwise slim figure. Later I came to know that Coorgi girls are naturally pretty and even prettier than Kashmiri girls. I sometimes rue my lack of knowledge.

During introductions I came to know she has joined as an Management Trainee in one of my clients in MIDC, Mehul. I had no doubts that this client is going to get special attention from my side and seems like fortune favors the brave, I had a meeting scheduled on Monday and we were having this meet on a Saturday. Manjula casually mentioned that I should meet her when I come to client's place.

And did I meet her? Yes, I did. In fact, I was at very good terms with the Vice President of that company, who was paid bribe for orders. So when I met that VP friend of mine and mentioned her, he called her in the cabin and asked her some casual questions. He also assured her full support and can-come-to-me-anytime kind of assurance. You are Shobhit's friend, you are always welcome kind of words, boosted my confidence and image in her eyes. That VP like me had a reputation of being stingy, and assurance from him was big thing for any trainee.

She thanked me in the evening over phone and I casually asked her a lot of questions. She was staying with some friends in a rented accommodation. 1 more girl from same college and 3 other girls had rented an apartment in Chembur. It was a 2BHK and they were managing well.

One thing led to another and we were fixed for a coffee date on Saturday. Mumbai has lot to offer for couples and not to offer to lonely people. And it happened exactly the same way. In Grey denims and Grey T shirt, Manjula was happy-go-lucky girl and the date that started for a coffee ended with dinner and me dropping her at her place. As if we could not have enough, we talked till around 3AM at night, I got delayed to pick up Evelyn on the only occasion on Sunday.

Sunday afternoon fun with Evelyn was also interrupted by her call to which I had to reply, "Kachche Dho Raha hoon, baad mein baat karunga" (I am washing my underwears and would speak to her later)

On the spur of the moment when I went to drop Evelyn, I and Manjula made a plan for another dinner. She was a teetotaler.... Ummmh,... she was a good company..., mmmmm, she was beautiful...... wow .. she never had a BF... lair.

With this, we were speaking every night for over an hour. Next Saturday when I met her I asked her, "Manjula, jab koi tum pe line maarta hai to tumhe pata chalta hai?" (When someone hits on you, can you gauge it?) She replied, "thoda thoda" (Somewhat)

I then told her that I am trying to impress her and that I like her. She was like, isn't it too early. I told her that if someone waits for too long, there is always a chance someone else would get the booty.

In any case, our things progressed a bit slower and I held her hands and kissed her softly in that month only while dropping her. I invited her many times to my house, she always declined. As she was a teetotaler, I also egged her to atleast try beer someday. It was a denial of many weeks before she agreed and we had one beer too many at a pub in Bandra.

So much so that I had to support her when she got into her flat where she puked. I cleaned all the mess in front of her roommates and left. Next morning she was very repentant but in all she liked the aftereffects of beer except that puking things. I comforted her and said, next time we can have at my place.

In another two months we were kissing regularly, having beer regularly and professing our love for each other and we were close to hitting Diwali, when we made a plan to have beer at my place and she could stay at my place even.. And when this plan was being made, I told her that I would move beyond kissing when she was at my place. She also almost agreed to moving ahead and we agreed to the level where she was comfortable.

It was a Friday late evening when I picked her up from the railway station. I had already stocked 12 beers at my place and 6 of them were refrigerated, lest it became short. But honestly, beer was the last thing on my mind when I picked her up from the railway station.

I remember she was carrying a bag, which I assumed contained clothings for next two days. She was wearing a T shirt and a Jeans and I was exceptionally chirpy that day. She asked me the reason and I said, because we would move ahead of kissing. She retorted by saying - No ways.

And when I was parking the car, Prerna and her hubby was going somewhere on his bike. In around 10 minutes, I got an SMS, "Ek aur ko chai pilaoge" I replied "Beer", she also replied, "Hame to sirf chai se hi tarka dete ho." I was not interested in continuing with the conversation so did not reply. She messaged one or two more times, which I deleted.

I settled the table for beer with some snacks and all and asked Manjula to change, if she so wanted. She declined, but she was surveying my 1 BHK with great curiousity. She noticed one bed only and said, "aap phir jameen pe soage" (You would sleep on the floor), I replied, "Nahi, aap ke upar" (No, I would sleep on top of you), to which she tried to hit me and I grabbed her hand.

I hugged her and kissed her, she reciprocated but was very shy on that day, I kissed her neck and placed my hands on her awesomest set of boobs, which readers would have seen above. For couple of moments, she was fine with it and then she pushed my hands down from her boobs.

We sat on the bed in my bedroom and started kissing each other deeply. My hands roamed on her boobs and I also tried inserting them in her T shirt, but she was resisting and I had to be content on touching those mounds for few seconds with gaps.

When we were not moving ahead in 10-15 minutes, I dragged her out of the bedroom and pushed her in the chair and told her to enjoy the beer. I sat across and we chit chatted about many things during our first beer. I asked her to fetch the other beer and when she was in kitchen, I crept behind her and held those awesomest pair of boobs from behind. Kissing her neck with fervor passion, I pressed those boobs hard and mauled them. My hands crept in her T shirt from below and reached her bra covered boobs. She did not protest for couple of minutes, till I tried to lower her bra under her T shirt.
We were back to drinking our second beer.

How things progressed thereafter in the next post................
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