23-02-2019, 11:14 AM
THE GIRL I MARRIED
THE GIRL I MARRIED
Everyone would have surprises in their lives and I had my share too. But this was something one would never expect and it happened in my life. This would be beyond my imagination and naturally I had no hint of it. In summary, I got married to a girl settled in the US.
I had my education in a rural area of my state. Other than couple of occasions where it happened accidentally, I never touched a girl until my marriage.
I am into IT. After finishing couple of years of experience in IT, I moved to US. In the US, I was ping-ponged quite a bit by those body-shopping consultants and
finally settled with an insurance company in San Francisco as a permanent employee and got green card later. I had quite a few friends and we used to move
around night clubs etc., etc.,. But I never tried touching anyone in those bars, as the American girls never interested me. However, whenever I saw desi females
there, I used to get aroused.
Since, I got settled there, my people back in India started looking out matches for me. I insisted that I would marry a girl who was settled in the US so that there
wouldn’t be any cultural shock for her. After few months of research, our folks found a family that had been settled in the US, in Seattle. In fact, they were our
distant relatives. They were glad to accept the proposal and they wanted to meet me.
I was invited to Seattle during a weekend. I landed in Seatac airport at 10:30 AM on Saturday and was warmly received by my future father-in-law, Narayana Rao.
I could see a glitter in his eyes when he saw me. I am 6.1 tall and well-built. He drove me to his place in Everett in his beamer. I received another warm welcome
by Mahalakshmi, my would-be mother-in-law. She was looking beautiful even in her late 40s. I wasn’t too sure if women of her age in India would like so young.
It might be due to American life style. She was wearing sandalwood color saree with black sleeveless. Fair, active and with an affectionate fresh smile .
I was pretty impressed. I was sure their daughter would be equally good looking as both her parents were good looking. I was taken to a room where I freshened up myself and walked into their living room. A young chap, 21, stood up and shook his hand with me introducing himself as Anand, brother of swathi, the girl I was going to marry. His had a complete Americanized accent.
We got into a conversation, chatting about locations, interstate highways etc., In five minutes, a nice looking girl around 18 years brought us coffee and snacks.
She was Sushmita, swathi’s younger sister, in her jeans and T-shirt. She folded her hands and said Namaste. Anand introduced her to me. She sat next to Anand
and also got into the conversation. Later we were joined by Narayana Rao and Mahalakshmi. Their one more daughter Suvarna, 16 years old went to was in college.
I immediately wondered how they could manage a constant gap of 2 years in between those four kids.
It was not too surprising to hear that Anand was nicked as Andy, Sushmita as Susy, Suvarna as Suv, Narayana Rao as Rao and Mahalakshmi as Mahi by their
American friends. After couple of minutes, Mahalakshmi went in side.
They asked me questions about my job, education, place of work etc., and I could notice that they got pretty impressed. Narayana Rao expressed that he was
quite happy to give his daughter to a guy brought up in India. Narayana Rao migrated to US 12 years back when swathi was 9 years old.
Slowly we became familiar to each other while finishing the snacks. Sushmita served us coffee. While having coffe, I couldn’t kill my curiosity and asked him
“Uncle. I am sorry to ask this, but I don’t see swathi?”.
“Well, we want to make it a traditional one. She is getting dressed up and your aunty is helping her”
“Sush.. why don’t you go and check up?” Said Narayana Rao
Sushmita ran in side. We got back into our conversation. I inquired about nearby visiting places. They told me that Mt. Rainier was a must place to visit.
Narayana Rao asked me if I would be interested to go there early next day as my return flight was at 7PM. I gladly accepted.
After five minutes I saw all three including swathi walking into the living room. I was stunned to see swathi and the way she decorated herself.
I wondered if girls back in India would prepare themselves so traditionally for these occasions. She was looking stunningly sweet, charmingly delightful and
astonishingly beautiful. She was looking so delicate that one need to be careful even to touch her. I was in the seventh heaven seeing her and I thanked my folks
a billion for setting up such a nice girl for me. She got a rose color complexion like her mother. Sushmita was more like her father, yellowish and little chubby.
She walked down slowly and sat in front of me. My heart was leaping with joy. She also participated in the conversation. She wasn’t too shy, at the same time,
she wasn’t so freaky talking. We didn’t have direct face to face discussion but we were all generally talking.
We all had lunch. swathi and Sushmita helped her mother while I was watching swathi from all the angles possible. I also noticed that she was throwing looks as
she got chances.
After that I had a nice sleep as I got up early that day in San-Francisco. By the time I got up, it was already 4 PM. It was slightly drizzling. Seattle is famous for
constant rain. Number of suicidal deaths due to depression in Washington state is much higher than anywherelse in the world due to that climate.
I washed my face and slipped into Jeans, T-shirt and tennis shoes. Sprayed a good coat of Dolce & Gabbana and walked into the Living Room. Anand Rao was
reading a book, got up and invited me and asked me if I had a good sleep. Soon, everyone including swathi joined. swathi also changed to Black Jeans and a
purple colored T-shirt. She was slim, yet healthy. She was still looking fresh&beautiful, but in a different way.
Anand Rao declared that we would all be going to Space Needle. We got into his Chrysler Town&Country Minivan. Suvarna was informed to stay with her friend
until she was called. I sat in the front passenger seat while swathi sat diagonally opposite to me in the back seat. Others adjusted elsewhere. During the travel,
we exchanged few peeps and I was glad to see the original Indian shyness in her face. I couldn’t help congratulating Mahalakshmi for bringing up her daughter
untouched by the American culture.
We moved around the space needle, generally chatting. Anand Rao might have observed my discomfort, he asked me if I were interested to do any shopping.
I said no. Then he asked swathi to give me company while they went for shopping.
There I was, left alone with the girl I was going to marry. I adjusted my throat.
“Urgggghhh…This is so nice”
“Yeah”
“Would you mind if I ask you a question” I said
I balanced myself on the fence there while she was standing in front of me.
“Do you find me ok?” I asked
I saw a tiny smile on her face. She waited for few minutes and said
“how about you?”
“Oh!!!.. You are fantastic.. I think I am heavenly lucky”
“thanks”, I could see shyness appeared into her face.
“Well… you didn’t answer my question”
“I believe you have heard?. Not answering the question means saying yes”. Still that “Indianism” of saying yes without actually saying it impressed me quite a
bit.
“I am amazed seeing you behaving this way. You are behaving like a pure Indian”
“I am a pure Indian”
“Did you not have any difficulty while studying?”
“No”
“I mean, did you have any boy friends, particularly Americans?”
“I did and I do”
I was taken a bit aback. She did have boy friends. I felt a small evaporating pain in my heart.
“Would you mind me asking you another straight question”.
“no”
“If it doesn’t sound stupid, did you have any physical ..ahem...contact with them?”, I immediately felt ashamed of asking that question
She looked at me sharply but didn’t answer.
“I am sorry.. I shouldn’t have asked that question. I couldn’t help it because you don’t look like typical ABCD but you said you had boy friends”
“I said I had boyfriends, not a boyfriend. Having boys as friends doesn’t mean one would have physical contact.”
“I am sorry”
“It’s alright. I believe I understand where you are coming from. As we are living here, going outside in traditional Indian dresses and behaving the Indian way
wouldn’t be appropriate. So, I behave like an American as required. But I preserve my Indian culture, thanks to my mom. I remain like an Indian
girl by all means….”
“Hmmm..thanks”
“Why?”
“I am glad that you preserved that special thing for your husband, who I believe is me”
Shyness crept up in her face again.
“So, do you agree to this proposal?” I asked. She smiled.
I extended my hand “Deal?”. She smiled and shook hand with me. “Deal”. I didn’t leave her hand as it was passing a tingling voltage into mine. I could see
her hand shivering too. Hers was as soft as a feather and I didn’t feel like leaving it. I saw no attempts were being made by her either to withdraw.
“Did you not shake hands with guys before?” I asked…
“I try my best to avoid…but I had to few times”
“Didn’t feel anything, like what I am feeling now” I said
“Well, as I said, I didn’t want to feel it”
I pressed that hand slightly and left it. Then we talked about our hobbies, movies, books etc., for quite sometime and I thought we became somewhat close.
Anand Rao’s family returned. We all got back in to the van and reached home. In half-an-hours time, Suvarna reached home. She was also equally beautiful but
more childish and one could see her younger nature. Pizzas were ordered. After dinner, Anand Rao asked everyone to go to sleep as we were going to leave
to Mt.Rainier by 6’am next day.
We drove down to Mt. Rainer in his van. Seating arrangement remained the same. Except this time, we played Antakshari, cut jokes, had lengthy discussions
on movies, cricket and it was fun. Myself and swathi didn’t get too much of private time except at the end where Anand Rao wanted to leave us alone. By that
time, the initial nervousness between us was gone.
“Hmmmm…it has been fun”
“yeah”
“Hey.. just tell me one thing straight… Are you really happy to marry me?. You have to say yes or no, not those round-about answers”
“Srikanth…I am more than happy to marry you.. Are you happy now?”
“Yeeaaahaaaaa” I screamed and she started laughing.
“Well.. I want confirmation” I said
She looked puzzled. “I said it right?” she said
“No.. I mean it is to be with a stamp”
“What stamp”
I waited few minutes.
“With a stamp on my lips”
Well.. that Indianess came back right in.
“I believe we need to wait until the marriage”
“Well.. I believe everything is set. If you can give me one quickly, then I can wait remembering it until the D’day” I said
“I am sorry.. I can’t do that”.
I got little upset. I wondered if she was too much Indian. Even Indians now-a-days were better with all those hidden cams and all breaking in. I turned my face
that side.
“Srikanth.. be a good boy. It’s very difficult for me to do it now” she pleaded.
“It’s alright.. I understand” I said. We started talking in general as I wasn’t sure if our interaction was ripened enough to be romantic. While talking, I took an
inventory of hers which I didn’t do until then.
She was pinkish in complexion, around 5’6” tall matching to my height. Her face was flawless and fresh with heavy eye-lids and delicate lips slightly touched up
with lipstick. Her mouth was tiny and puckered like a rosebud. With velvety cheeks and minute chin, her entire face was resembling that of a barby doll’s.
Her face has something that would make anyone addictive. Many-a-times I couldn’t be able to turn my eyes off of her.
Her neck was perfectly joining her head and the body while neatly shaping up her shoulders. Her hands were sleek and glossy. Down her neck, remained the
most important share of her wealth. Her mid-size chest was a perfect fit to her delicate and slim body. The bulges on her T-shirt were very obvious and ideally
sized. I felt an itch in my palms and I struggled to control my urge to touch them. I didn’t see even a slightest distortion of their roundness, I wondered if it had
anything to do with the bra she was wearning. Her chest frame wasn’t really wide, while her breasts made it look so. From that point, her body took a narrow
route to reach to her waist, where it became extremely constricted. I supposed, I could hold it with one palm. Immediately it widens again in no time creating
enough space for her most important denomination of her beauty. Her back was wide and abundantly bulged, defining an ideal design for the jeans she was
wearning. The triangle in her front was neatly visible with the flatest tummy and I experienced another thrust in my loins as I realized I was going to steal that
treasure pretty soon. I had a severe urge to hug her and crush her under my arms while deforming her definitive shapes. I wasn’t sure if I could wait that long
to get complete access to her. I was falling victim to the greed.
I was disturbed with the return of Anand Rao’s family. We had lunch there in a hotel and we started heading back home. There was a traffic Jam on I-5 that
caused us to rethink our plan. As a precaution, I carried my bag anyway, so we decided that it would be better for me to go to the airport straight.
We reached the airport at 5:30 PM. Anand Rao took me to a side.
“Srikanth..I am pretty sure I wouldn’t be asking you this if your folks are around”
“It’s ok uncle.. please go ahead”
“Can I take it confirmed that this match is on?”
“Absolutely no doubts uncle. I will be very happy to join your family”
“Thanks Srikanth. I am glad...But there is one thing I want to tell you…….” He stopped
“What’s that uncle.. feel free”
“Well..I don’t know how to convey this to you, particularly because you come from traditional background”
“I believe you are also saving your traditions very well uncle..I am impressed”
“Thanks.. but…” I saw that he was hesitating to tell me something. I was pretty sure it was an important thing.
There was an announcement. Due to increased security risk, travelers were advised to take boarding passes early and pass through security check.
“Well… it’s that swathi has been brought up very dearly by us. Being the eldest amongst the kids, we never refused whatever she asked…but she is a good girl..
very sensitive and mature. My plea to you is to take care of her and never cause her any pain”
I was pretty sure he made it up while he wanted to tell me somethingelse.
“I will sure take care of her uncle.. you don’t need to worry about it.. Do you want to tell anythingelse to me?” I asked.. Ananda Rao waited..I could clearly see his
hesitation...
“well.. that’s all I wanted to say.. I will talk to your people and get the date fixed for marriage”.
“Thanks uncle…”
I took swathi aside and took her emaild ID and phone number. I warned her to reply whenver I mailed her.
“swathi.. I don’t think I will have good sleep from now on until our marriage”
She smiled wryly.
Everyone waved their hands while I was walking into the security area. I could see some kind of disappointment in swathi’s face.
I reached SFO and called my folks immediately. I told them that I liked the girl and they could proceed with the arrangements.
Date got fixed and it was next month. Our marriage would be in India, at swathi’s grandma’s place. Entire Ananda Rao’s family flew down a week before.
Since, I didn’t get enough leave, I had to leave just two days before the wedding.
Back in SFO, after I returned from Seattle, my roommates asked me how my would-be was. I said she was astonishingly beautiful. They congratulated me.
Manohar, one of the two roommates asked me if I had a photo. As I showed the photo of swathi, I could see a tinge of jealousy in their faces.
They said she was looking extraordinarily awesome. I put the photo in my cupboard.
I couldn’t sleep that night. I was recalling swathi, her soft beauty, smooth touch, pleasant smile and what not!!!.. It wasn’t the first time I masturbated.
I did it many times imagining various actresses and the girls I saw. But this was the first time I was dreaming with my would-be and I came so better than
I ever did. It became a routine almost everyday, even when I was taking bath.
Couple of days later, I was in the bathroom. After brushing the teeth, I realized that there was no soap. As I came out of the bathroom, I could see Manohar,
still in his bed in his bedroom. What surprised me was that he was holding the photo of swathi and was masturbating. I felt a strange pain clubbed with pride.
I kept watching that scene. He didn’t realize that I was watching him, I was pretty sure he was out of this world. He wasn’t hurrying it up.
His tool was already out as hard as rock and as hot as a volcano and it was throbbing up. He was giving it gentle stokes with his fingers instead of using the
usual methodology. Later, he took his penis in his hand and touched it on swathi’s mouth. I thought of going there as I wondered if he might spoil the photo.
He gave a gentle rub on his tip with the photo for couple of minutes, moved the photo to his mouth as if he was giving her lip kiss while jerking his tool.
While glaring at the photo, he stroked his manhood. Finally he came. I could hear him muttering some bad words about swathi. Slowly,
I moved back into the bathroom and had my share of imagination.
When I came out, Manohar was acting as if nothing happened. It wasn’t a great topic to discuss. I thought I better hide that photo somewhere.
All of a sudden, another thought sent shivers into my spine. Of course, once I got married, those two guys would be vacating my apartment and move to some
other, but in the same complex. But I was afraid if Manohar would attempt anything to my lovely swathi. After all, Manohar’s nature was of that kind.
As I know, he did trap few girls, both desis and Americans. A kind of nervousness started playing with my mind after that scene.
There was a little fear that started settling in my mind. I thought I would try with my company to see if they could transfer me to Seattle after my marriage. But, at that time, I didn’t know there was somethingelse much bigger than this was waiting for me.
THE GIRL I MARRIED
Everyone would have surprises in their lives and I had my share too. But this was something one would never expect and it happened in my life. This would be beyond my imagination and naturally I had no hint of it. In summary, I got married to a girl settled in the US.
I had my education in a rural area of my state. Other than couple of occasions where it happened accidentally, I never touched a girl until my marriage.
I am into IT. After finishing couple of years of experience in IT, I moved to US. In the US, I was ping-ponged quite a bit by those body-shopping consultants and
finally settled with an insurance company in San Francisco as a permanent employee and got green card later. I had quite a few friends and we used to move
around night clubs etc., etc.,. But I never tried touching anyone in those bars, as the American girls never interested me. However, whenever I saw desi females
there, I used to get aroused.
Since, I got settled there, my people back in India started looking out matches for me. I insisted that I would marry a girl who was settled in the US so that there
wouldn’t be any cultural shock for her. After few months of research, our folks found a family that had been settled in the US, in Seattle. In fact, they were our
distant relatives. They were glad to accept the proposal and they wanted to meet me.
I was invited to Seattle during a weekend. I landed in Seatac airport at 10:30 AM on Saturday and was warmly received by my future father-in-law, Narayana Rao.
I could see a glitter in his eyes when he saw me. I am 6.1 tall and well-built. He drove me to his place in Everett in his beamer. I received another warm welcome
by Mahalakshmi, my would-be mother-in-law. She was looking beautiful even in her late 40s. I wasn’t too sure if women of her age in India would like so young.
It might be due to American life style. She was wearing sandalwood color saree with black sleeveless. Fair, active and with an affectionate fresh smile .
I was pretty impressed. I was sure their daughter would be equally good looking as both her parents were good looking. I was taken to a room where I freshened up myself and walked into their living room. A young chap, 21, stood up and shook his hand with me introducing himself as Anand, brother of swathi, the girl I was going to marry. His had a complete Americanized accent.
We got into a conversation, chatting about locations, interstate highways etc., In five minutes, a nice looking girl around 18 years brought us coffee and snacks.
She was Sushmita, swathi’s younger sister, in her jeans and T-shirt. She folded her hands and said Namaste. Anand introduced her to me. She sat next to Anand
and also got into the conversation. Later we were joined by Narayana Rao and Mahalakshmi. Their one more daughter Suvarna, 16 years old went to was in college.
I immediately wondered how they could manage a constant gap of 2 years in between those four kids.
It was not too surprising to hear that Anand was nicked as Andy, Sushmita as Susy, Suvarna as Suv, Narayana Rao as Rao and Mahalakshmi as Mahi by their
American friends. After couple of minutes, Mahalakshmi went in side.
They asked me questions about my job, education, place of work etc., and I could notice that they got pretty impressed. Narayana Rao expressed that he was
quite happy to give his daughter to a guy brought up in India. Narayana Rao migrated to US 12 years back when swathi was 9 years old.
Slowly we became familiar to each other while finishing the snacks. Sushmita served us coffee. While having coffe, I couldn’t kill my curiosity and asked him
“Uncle. I am sorry to ask this, but I don’t see swathi?”.
“Well, we want to make it a traditional one. She is getting dressed up and your aunty is helping her”
“Sush.. why don’t you go and check up?” Said Narayana Rao
Sushmita ran in side. We got back into our conversation. I inquired about nearby visiting places. They told me that Mt. Rainier was a must place to visit.
Narayana Rao asked me if I would be interested to go there early next day as my return flight was at 7PM. I gladly accepted.
After five minutes I saw all three including swathi walking into the living room. I was stunned to see swathi and the way she decorated herself.
I wondered if girls back in India would prepare themselves so traditionally for these occasions. She was looking stunningly sweet, charmingly delightful and
astonishingly beautiful. She was looking so delicate that one need to be careful even to touch her. I was in the seventh heaven seeing her and I thanked my folks
a billion for setting up such a nice girl for me. She got a rose color complexion like her mother. Sushmita was more like her father, yellowish and little chubby.
She walked down slowly and sat in front of me. My heart was leaping with joy. She also participated in the conversation. She wasn’t too shy, at the same time,
she wasn’t so freaky talking. We didn’t have direct face to face discussion but we were all generally talking.
We all had lunch. swathi and Sushmita helped her mother while I was watching swathi from all the angles possible. I also noticed that she was throwing looks as
she got chances.
After that I had a nice sleep as I got up early that day in San-Francisco. By the time I got up, it was already 4 PM. It was slightly drizzling. Seattle is famous for
constant rain. Number of suicidal deaths due to depression in Washington state is much higher than anywherelse in the world due to that climate.
I washed my face and slipped into Jeans, T-shirt and tennis shoes. Sprayed a good coat of Dolce & Gabbana and walked into the Living Room. Anand Rao was
reading a book, got up and invited me and asked me if I had a good sleep. Soon, everyone including swathi joined. swathi also changed to Black Jeans and a
purple colored T-shirt. She was slim, yet healthy. She was still looking fresh&beautiful, but in a different way.
Anand Rao declared that we would all be going to Space Needle. We got into his Chrysler Town&Country Minivan. Suvarna was informed to stay with her friend
until she was called. I sat in the front passenger seat while swathi sat diagonally opposite to me in the back seat. Others adjusted elsewhere. During the travel,
we exchanged few peeps and I was glad to see the original Indian shyness in her face. I couldn’t help congratulating Mahalakshmi for bringing up her daughter
untouched by the American culture.
We moved around the space needle, generally chatting. Anand Rao might have observed my discomfort, he asked me if I were interested to do any shopping.
I said no. Then he asked swathi to give me company while they went for shopping.
There I was, left alone with the girl I was going to marry. I adjusted my throat.
“Urgggghhh…This is so nice”
“Yeah”
“Would you mind if I ask you a question” I said
I balanced myself on the fence there while she was standing in front of me.
“Do you find me ok?” I asked
I saw a tiny smile on her face. She waited for few minutes and said
“how about you?”
“Oh!!!.. You are fantastic.. I think I am heavenly lucky”
“thanks”, I could see shyness appeared into her face.
“Well… you didn’t answer my question”
“I believe you have heard?. Not answering the question means saying yes”. Still that “Indianism” of saying yes without actually saying it impressed me quite a
bit.
“I am amazed seeing you behaving this way. You are behaving like a pure Indian”
“I am a pure Indian”
“Did you not have any difficulty while studying?”
“No”
“I mean, did you have any boy friends, particularly Americans?”
“I did and I do”
I was taken a bit aback. She did have boy friends. I felt a small evaporating pain in my heart.
“Would you mind me asking you another straight question”.
“no”
“If it doesn’t sound stupid, did you have any physical ..ahem...contact with them?”, I immediately felt ashamed of asking that question
She looked at me sharply but didn’t answer.
“I am sorry.. I shouldn’t have asked that question. I couldn’t help it because you don’t look like typical ABCD but you said you had boy friends”
“I said I had boyfriends, not a boyfriend. Having boys as friends doesn’t mean one would have physical contact.”
“I am sorry”
“It’s alright. I believe I understand where you are coming from. As we are living here, going outside in traditional Indian dresses and behaving the Indian way
wouldn’t be appropriate. So, I behave like an American as required. But I preserve my Indian culture, thanks to my mom. I remain like an Indian
girl by all means….”
“Hmmm..thanks”
“Why?”
“I am glad that you preserved that special thing for your husband, who I believe is me”
Shyness crept up in her face again.
“So, do you agree to this proposal?” I asked. She smiled.
I extended my hand “Deal?”. She smiled and shook hand with me. “Deal”. I didn’t leave her hand as it was passing a tingling voltage into mine. I could see
her hand shivering too. Hers was as soft as a feather and I didn’t feel like leaving it. I saw no attempts were being made by her either to withdraw.
“Did you not shake hands with guys before?” I asked…
“I try my best to avoid…but I had to few times”
“Didn’t feel anything, like what I am feeling now” I said
“Well, as I said, I didn’t want to feel it”
I pressed that hand slightly and left it. Then we talked about our hobbies, movies, books etc., for quite sometime and I thought we became somewhat close.
Anand Rao’s family returned. We all got back in to the van and reached home. In half-an-hours time, Suvarna reached home. She was also equally beautiful but
more childish and one could see her younger nature. Pizzas were ordered. After dinner, Anand Rao asked everyone to go to sleep as we were going to leave
to Mt.Rainier by 6’am next day.
We drove down to Mt. Rainer in his van. Seating arrangement remained the same. Except this time, we played Antakshari, cut jokes, had lengthy discussions
on movies, cricket and it was fun. Myself and swathi didn’t get too much of private time except at the end where Anand Rao wanted to leave us alone. By that
time, the initial nervousness between us was gone.
“Hmmmm…it has been fun”
“yeah”
“Hey.. just tell me one thing straight… Are you really happy to marry me?. You have to say yes or no, not those round-about answers”
“Srikanth…I am more than happy to marry you.. Are you happy now?”
“Yeeaaahaaaaa” I screamed and she started laughing.
“Well.. I want confirmation” I said
She looked puzzled. “I said it right?” she said
“No.. I mean it is to be with a stamp”
“What stamp”
I waited few minutes.
“With a stamp on my lips”
Well.. that Indianess came back right in.
“I believe we need to wait until the marriage”
“Well.. I believe everything is set. If you can give me one quickly, then I can wait remembering it until the D’day” I said
“I am sorry.. I can’t do that”.
I got little upset. I wondered if she was too much Indian. Even Indians now-a-days were better with all those hidden cams and all breaking in. I turned my face
that side.
“Srikanth.. be a good boy. It’s very difficult for me to do it now” she pleaded.
“It’s alright.. I understand” I said. We started talking in general as I wasn’t sure if our interaction was ripened enough to be romantic. While talking, I took an
inventory of hers which I didn’t do until then.
She was pinkish in complexion, around 5’6” tall matching to my height. Her face was flawless and fresh with heavy eye-lids and delicate lips slightly touched up
with lipstick. Her mouth was tiny and puckered like a rosebud. With velvety cheeks and minute chin, her entire face was resembling that of a barby doll’s.
Her face has something that would make anyone addictive. Many-a-times I couldn’t be able to turn my eyes off of her.
Her neck was perfectly joining her head and the body while neatly shaping up her shoulders. Her hands were sleek and glossy. Down her neck, remained the
most important share of her wealth. Her mid-size chest was a perfect fit to her delicate and slim body. The bulges on her T-shirt were very obvious and ideally
sized. I felt an itch in my palms and I struggled to control my urge to touch them. I didn’t see even a slightest distortion of their roundness, I wondered if it had
anything to do with the bra she was wearning. Her chest frame wasn’t really wide, while her breasts made it look so. From that point, her body took a narrow
route to reach to her waist, where it became extremely constricted. I supposed, I could hold it with one palm. Immediately it widens again in no time creating
enough space for her most important denomination of her beauty. Her back was wide and abundantly bulged, defining an ideal design for the jeans she was
wearning. The triangle in her front was neatly visible with the flatest tummy and I experienced another thrust in my loins as I realized I was going to steal that
treasure pretty soon. I had a severe urge to hug her and crush her under my arms while deforming her definitive shapes. I wasn’t sure if I could wait that long
to get complete access to her. I was falling victim to the greed.
I was disturbed with the return of Anand Rao’s family. We had lunch there in a hotel and we started heading back home. There was a traffic Jam on I-5 that
caused us to rethink our plan. As a precaution, I carried my bag anyway, so we decided that it would be better for me to go to the airport straight.
We reached the airport at 5:30 PM. Anand Rao took me to a side.
“Srikanth..I am pretty sure I wouldn’t be asking you this if your folks are around”
“It’s ok uncle.. please go ahead”
“Can I take it confirmed that this match is on?”
“Absolutely no doubts uncle. I will be very happy to join your family”
“Thanks Srikanth. I am glad...But there is one thing I want to tell you…….” He stopped
“What’s that uncle.. feel free”
“Well..I don’t know how to convey this to you, particularly because you come from traditional background”
“I believe you are also saving your traditions very well uncle..I am impressed”
“Thanks.. but…” I saw that he was hesitating to tell me something. I was pretty sure it was an important thing.
There was an announcement. Due to increased security risk, travelers were advised to take boarding passes early and pass through security check.
“Well… it’s that swathi has been brought up very dearly by us. Being the eldest amongst the kids, we never refused whatever she asked…but she is a good girl..
very sensitive and mature. My plea to you is to take care of her and never cause her any pain”
I was pretty sure he made it up while he wanted to tell me somethingelse.
“I will sure take care of her uncle.. you don’t need to worry about it.. Do you want to tell anythingelse to me?” I asked.. Ananda Rao waited..I could clearly see his
hesitation...
“well.. that’s all I wanted to say.. I will talk to your people and get the date fixed for marriage”.
“Thanks uncle…”
I took swathi aside and took her emaild ID and phone number. I warned her to reply whenver I mailed her.
“swathi.. I don’t think I will have good sleep from now on until our marriage”
She smiled wryly.
Everyone waved their hands while I was walking into the security area. I could see some kind of disappointment in swathi’s face.
I reached SFO and called my folks immediately. I told them that I liked the girl and they could proceed with the arrangements.
Date got fixed and it was next month. Our marriage would be in India, at swathi’s grandma’s place. Entire Ananda Rao’s family flew down a week before.
Since, I didn’t get enough leave, I had to leave just two days before the wedding.
Back in SFO, after I returned from Seattle, my roommates asked me how my would-be was. I said she was astonishingly beautiful. They congratulated me.
Manohar, one of the two roommates asked me if I had a photo. As I showed the photo of swathi, I could see a tinge of jealousy in their faces.
They said she was looking extraordinarily awesome. I put the photo in my cupboard.
I couldn’t sleep that night. I was recalling swathi, her soft beauty, smooth touch, pleasant smile and what not!!!.. It wasn’t the first time I masturbated.
I did it many times imagining various actresses and the girls I saw. But this was the first time I was dreaming with my would-be and I came so better than
I ever did. It became a routine almost everyday, even when I was taking bath.
Couple of days later, I was in the bathroom. After brushing the teeth, I realized that there was no soap. As I came out of the bathroom, I could see Manohar,
still in his bed in his bedroom. What surprised me was that he was holding the photo of swathi and was masturbating. I felt a strange pain clubbed with pride.
I kept watching that scene. He didn’t realize that I was watching him, I was pretty sure he was out of this world. He wasn’t hurrying it up.
His tool was already out as hard as rock and as hot as a volcano and it was throbbing up. He was giving it gentle stokes with his fingers instead of using the
usual methodology. Later, he took his penis in his hand and touched it on swathi’s mouth. I thought of going there as I wondered if he might spoil the photo.
He gave a gentle rub on his tip with the photo for couple of minutes, moved the photo to his mouth as if he was giving her lip kiss while jerking his tool.
While glaring at the photo, he stroked his manhood. Finally he came. I could hear him muttering some bad words about swathi. Slowly,
I moved back into the bathroom and had my share of imagination.
When I came out, Manohar was acting as if nothing happened. It wasn’t a great topic to discuss. I thought I better hide that photo somewhere.
All of a sudden, another thought sent shivers into my spine. Of course, once I got married, those two guys would be vacating my apartment and move to some
other, but in the same complex. But I was afraid if Manohar would attempt anything to my lovely swathi. After all, Manohar’s nature was of that kind.
As I know, he did trap few girls, both desis and Americans. A kind of nervousness started playing with my mind after that scene.
There was a little fear that started settling in my mind. I thought I would try with my company to see if they could transfer me to Seattle after my marriage. But, at that time, I didn’t know there was somethingelse much bigger than this was waiting for me.
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