28-11-2020, 04:23 PM
I told her about my experiences living in India, our ways, practices etc. While studying, I was able to visit many nearby hillsides and mountains and I used to share those with her along with the stories from my journeys. I used to scan those images and email them to her. It used to take a lot of time to scan, copy and email, but it was fun. She told me that she would finish her masters level education at the same time as I would finish my bachelors level, and that was hoping to enroll for PhD, hopefully in some good Indian university, because she wanted to pursue research related to Indian culture. Because she was further along in education than me, I knew that Gabi would be at least two or three years older to me. It did not matter to me anyway, because by that time I was aware of my affinity towards women who were older than me. It must have something to do with my over attachment with my Ma. It must have taken her about six months before she finally shared her photos with me. I had already sent her my photos from my travel. She was about twenty-five years old, white female. Her built was athletic and petite - she had a cute pair of 34B sized breasts (this I came to know later… much later) and an equally cute ass. Although she was of small frame as compared to me, it did not really bother me - I was sucked in by the appeal of her personality… and anyway, it was not like we were going to meet - was it? But we continued to share our stories and images when I started my job. There was not much use of that internet anyway. She was very happy to know that I had started my first job and used to ask me regularly about how I was doing, and whether I was liking it.
This time we started to discuss about more personal things. She told me that she came from a rather financially constrained family, and that she had to work very hard to get her education. She could not find the love and care from family that we take so much for granted. Her mother discouraged her for any attempts, be them educational or entrepreneurial and even derided for her pale, thin looks. This initially came as a major shock to me. But later I found out that just as in India, Brazilian social fabric is also leaning towards males. There is major inequality of gender there - women earn only two third of males’ average salaries, and people favor the male children. I told her that the things were same in India as well and that too came from a modest family. But because I was a single child, I may have had it a bit easy. Also, the fact that my education expenses were less, my parents would afford it. But now I had a good job that paid well, and I was happy with it, I can help my parents in living some of their dreams.
Gabi was happy to know all that and wished that she too could do something like that. But she had a strong desire to pursue a PhD, to which I encouraged her to pursue. I told her that if she does not do it, she may regret that decision later. I also encouraged her to come to India and live with me. What are friends for if we can not help each other? Right? I don’t know what she made out of my offer, but she told me that all of these acts of derision from her family, and especially from her mother, took heavy emotional toll on her. Her major outlet for emancipation came in form of sex. She made erroneous judgment calls in finding men, who always wanted just one thing - sex! She too freely gave it to many people and now she repented doing that. Loveless lovemaking is always futile. I would not say that I was not a bit disappointed initially, but when I came to know more about their culture and Gabi’s situation, I understood. And slowly that feeling evaporated. I told her that she should not worry about petty things. Love matters a lot.
In her reply, she said that with me she felt different. She told me that I had liberal mindset, was a good listener, and a very assured and accomplished person for my age. I agreed with most of her assessment. I offered to become her boyfriend, which she gladly accepted. So, we started to have a relationship, which was based on mutual trust, respect, and friendship, and was blooming on the internet. We exchanged very long e-mails, sometimes we even wrote postal mails. We even spoke with each other on ISD calls – that act quickly made me poorer by almost a quarter of my monthly salary, but it was all worth it. She has a sweet voice. We grew to become more comfortable with each other. In one of her postal mails, she shared a few photos in which she was wearing two-piece bikinis, and promised me more, but only when we met in person (was that even possible?).
Before long, we started to refer to each other as lovers, and started to share several intimate details. She once began to get the familiar, unmistakable urge for sex, and indicated that she wanted to have it with me. Gabi told me that she had been celibate since the time we started our little online love affair - this is what she told me, and I trusted her. In Brazil people are very open about their love life; if they say something, they say it because of good faith and mostly tell the truth… in other words, they talk about love and sex, because they mean it. And Gabi meant to do it with me!
This time we started to discuss about more personal things. She told me that she came from a rather financially constrained family, and that she had to work very hard to get her education. She could not find the love and care from family that we take so much for granted. Her mother discouraged her for any attempts, be them educational or entrepreneurial and even derided for her pale, thin looks. This initially came as a major shock to me. But later I found out that just as in India, Brazilian social fabric is also leaning towards males. There is major inequality of gender there - women earn only two third of males’ average salaries, and people favor the male children. I told her that the things were same in India as well and that too came from a modest family. But because I was a single child, I may have had it a bit easy. Also, the fact that my education expenses were less, my parents would afford it. But now I had a good job that paid well, and I was happy with it, I can help my parents in living some of their dreams.
Gabi was happy to know all that and wished that she too could do something like that. But she had a strong desire to pursue a PhD, to which I encouraged her to pursue. I told her that if she does not do it, she may regret that decision later. I also encouraged her to come to India and live with me. What are friends for if we can not help each other? Right? I don’t know what she made out of my offer, but she told me that all of these acts of derision from her family, and especially from her mother, took heavy emotional toll on her. Her major outlet for emancipation came in form of sex. She made erroneous judgment calls in finding men, who always wanted just one thing - sex! She too freely gave it to many people and now she repented doing that. Loveless lovemaking is always futile. I would not say that I was not a bit disappointed initially, but when I came to know more about their culture and Gabi’s situation, I understood. And slowly that feeling evaporated. I told her that she should not worry about petty things. Love matters a lot.
In her reply, she said that with me she felt different. She told me that I had liberal mindset, was a good listener, and a very assured and accomplished person for my age. I agreed with most of her assessment. I offered to become her boyfriend, which she gladly accepted. So, we started to have a relationship, which was based on mutual trust, respect, and friendship, and was blooming on the internet. We exchanged very long e-mails, sometimes we even wrote postal mails. We even spoke with each other on ISD calls – that act quickly made me poorer by almost a quarter of my monthly salary, but it was all worth it. She has a sweet voice. We grew to become more comfortable with each other. In one of her postal mails, she shared a few photos in which she was wearing two-piece bikinis, and promised me more, but only when we met in person (was that even possible?).
Before long, we started to refer to each other as lovers, and started to share several intimate details. She once began to get the familiar, unmistakable urge for sex, and indicated that she wanted to have it with me. Gabi told me that she had been celibate since the time we started our little online love affair - this is what she told me, and I trusted her. In Brazil people are very open about their love life; if they say something, they say it because of good faith and mostly tell the truth… in other words, they talk about love and sex, because they mean it. And Gabi meant to do it with me!
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