02-12-2020, 09:08 AM
Right then, she was more interested in knowing about the white girl sleeping in the room next to mine. I had not told Kajal about Gabi. She asked me so many questions - who this girl was, from which country (she doesn’t look like an Indian, Kajal mentioned), why is she here, was I going to marry her, and also, if I had taken her already. I almost got tired answering her barrage of questions. I patiently explained her everything about Gabi and told her that I didn’t have sex with her, and that we may as well become a serious couple. Kajal was very pleased to hear all that and congratulated me. I asked Kajal whether she was angry or sad. She told me that she was not and reminded me that it was also her who encouraged me to find a woman of my age.
Kajal was, just as I was, fascinated with Gabi. She told me that she was immensely pleased that I was going to marry a ‘gori mem’. Since she had noticed my sneaking in to Gabi’s privates, she felt at liberty to give me some advice on how to be gentle and how not to hurry with a girl, who was petite, during the first time sex, and how my thick penis could cause damage with one stray action. I decided to hide the fact that Gabi had a well-fed vagina. Of course, Gabi too was a little wary of my penis’ size; but with her experience she could manage to fit it.
That day, I helped Gabi in unpacking her stuff, and buying what she needed for a comfortable stay. She made friends with Kajal, who explained to her a few things from her own domain. In the evening we walked to the nearby places - such as the general market, vegetable and fruit market, and even a shopping-mall. While returning, Gabi exclaimed something about ‘a very appetizing aroma’ from around the corner. I realized she was talking about "Chaat".
So, we walked to the chaat vendor and I got one plate aloo-tikki made for her and then I also made her eat six gol-gappas. The next day she had a runny motion! Yes, let us not talk about that. Anyway, over the next few days, I got busy in explaining and getting Gabi familiar with Indian ways. She was already trying to learn Hindi and had a good understanding of it. She quickly learned our accent and continued to build upon it; made friends with our neighbors and some of my friends and office colleagues. Without any doubt, all people were interested in knowing her, meeting her, and talking to her. They also were curious about the nature of our relationship, to which she calmly explained that we loved each other and that she came to India to pursue her PhD. No need to say that this explanation alone could not alleviate those curious minds. They often wondered about our sexual relationship.
Her research guide was a well-educated professional of great repute and was also a very nice person. He gave her difficult subject based on the theory of truth and knowledge, which was a very vast subject and encompassed a varied degree of understanding of the status of religions in contemporary Indian context. She was completely taken by the program’s rigor, and soon started to enjoy the topic, her new friends, and everything that she was presented with.
To my dismay, she also got accustomed to the Indian way extremely fast - she would dress in salwar-kurta, opt for only vegetarian food (because I was a vegetarian) and sometimes even tried cooking vegetarian versions of Brazilian food. When we had time together during the evenings, we used to discuss her subject topics, while I presented her with extremely scientific views that helped her with her research. Many times, I accompanied her on her various field works, when she had to meet people to have more understanding on various topics.
Now, with all the academic rigor, and being busy with assimilating new things, Gabi had to put the love-life on hold. It would have been unwise for her to be both a doctoral candidate and someone’s girlfriend - both being full-time jobs. I understood this completely and supported her with everything that I had. And yet, we managed to accommodate tender moments on times when it was most unexpected.
One day when I was back at home from office, my shoulder was sore, and it was extremely hard to move. Gabi could see the uneasiness and stiffness in my neck and shoulders. She asked me about what happened and then suggested that she would give me a massage. I liked the idea, so she suggested that I remove my shirt so that she could apply some oil too. Soon, the massage began - her oiled hands started to trace patterns across my neck and shoulders and back. I could feel the tension dissolving as her hands slowly massaged away the pain. Gabi worked on my shoulder for about 10 minutes. The initial pain was so much that at first it hurt. But slowly the pain got better to the point that I thought it was healed. Once done, she massaged my cheeks, forehead, eyes, neck, and chest. My mind is still fuzzy about how and when my penis entered her mouth for a beautiful fellatio. It was a very happy evening.
Kajal was, just as I was, fascinated with Gabi. She told me that she was immensely pleased that I was going to marry a ‘gori mem’. Since she had noticed my sneaking in to Gabi’s privates, she felt at liberty to give me some advice on how to be gentle and how not to hurry with a girl, who was petite, during the first time sex, and how my thick penis could cause damage with one stray action. I decided to hide the fact that Gabi had a well-fed vagina. Of course, Gabi too was a little wary of my penis’ size; but with her experience she could manage to fit it.
That day, I helped Gabi in unpacking her stuff, and buying what she needed for a comfortable stay. She made friends with Kajal, who explained to her a few things from her own domain. In the evening we walked to the nearby places - such as the general market, vegetable and fruit market, and even a shopping-mall. While returning, Gabi exclaimed something about ‘a very appetizing aroma’ from around the corner. I realized she was talking about "Chaat".
So, we walked to the chaat vendor and I got one plate aloo-tikki made for her and then I also made her eat six gol-gappas. The next day she had a runny motion! Yes, let us not talk about that. Anyway, over the next few days, I got busy in explaining and getting Gabi familiar with Indian ways. She was already trying to learn Hindi and had a good understanding of it. She quickly learned our accent and continued to build upon it; made friends with our neighbors and some of my friends and office colleagues. Without any doubt, all people were interested in knowing her, meeting her, and talking to her. They also were curious about the nature of our relationship, to which she calmly explained that we loved each other and that she came to India to pursue her PhD. No need to say that this explanation alone could not alleviate those curious minds. They often wondered about our sexual relationship.
Her research guide was a well-educated professional of great repute and was also a very nice person. He gave her difficult subject based on the theory of truth and knowledge, which was a very vast subject and encompassed a varied degree of understanding of the status of religions in contemporary Indian context. She was completely taken by the program’s rigor, and soon started to enjoy the topic, her new friends, and everything that she was presented with.
To my dismay, she also got accustomed to the Indian way extremely fast - she would dress in salwar-kurta, opt for only vegetarian food (because I was a vegetarian) and sometimes even tried cooking vegetarian versions of Brazilian food. When we had time together during the evenings, we used to discuss her subject topics, while I presented her with extremely scientific views that helped her with her research. Many times, I accompanied her on her various field works, when she had to meet people to have more understanding on various topics.
Now, with all the academic rigor, and being busy with assimilating new things, Gabi had to put the love-life on hold. It would have been unwise for her to be both a doctoral candidate and someone’s girlfriend - both being full-time jobs. I understood this completely and supported her with everything that I had. And yet, we managed to accommodate tender moments on times when it was most unexpected.
One day when I was back at home from office, my shoulder was sore, and it was extremely hard to move. Gabi could see the uneasiness and stiffness in my neck and shoulders. She asked me about what happened and then suggested that she would give me a massage. I liked the idea, so she suggested that I remove my shirt so that she could apply some oil too. Soon, the massage began - her oiled hands started to trace patterns across my neck and shoulders and back. I could feel the tension dissolving as her hands slowly massaged away the pain. Gabi worked on my shoulder for about 10 minutes. The initial pain was so much that at first it hurt. But slowly the pain got better to the point that I thought it was healed. Once done, she massaged my cheeks, forehead, eyes, neck, and chest. My mind is still fuzzy about how and when my penis entered her mouth for a beautiful fellatio. It was a very happy evening.
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