Adultery Adventures of Jignesh (A Tale of Teenage Lust) by Hardy Boys (***Completed***)

[Heisenberg]

Part - 68

"Fantastic..." I replied with a big smile, as I stepped back and nodded happily. "I'm honored ... oh my dearest Sarla aunty..." I said with a flourish, bowing my head in mock chivalry. "You naughty boy..." she chided me fondly, playfully slapping me on my arm. "By the way ... you and I are part of a little conspiracy already..." she said, something coming to her mind suddenly. "What's that... ?" I asked automatically.

Grinning naughtily, she said "Both Amisha and her friend want to wear backless cholis as well ... but obviously ... since their mothers wouldn't allow them ... they are going to do it clandestinely..." shaking her head excitedly. "So, they are going to wear regular blouses under their backless cholis when they leave from their house ... but they're going to come here ... and get rid of the blouse..." she continued, her eyes twinkling merrily, as she shared the little secret with me.
"And we are their partners in crime..." she added, chuckling heartily as she finished. While the more adventurous and liberated girls wore backless cholis during Navaratris, it was common practice for the relatively conservative girls to wear a regulation blouse under the backless choli. That way, they didn't have to sacrifice the glamor and allure of those elaborately designed cholis, since the best looking ones were inevitably backless ones; while at the same time not look "aunty-type" wearing only those boring blouses.
Hearing this little nugget of unexpected information, I began to look forward to the evening more than ever. "Oh, by the way ... you are looking really nice too..." I heard Sarla bhabhi say suggestively, snapping me out of my reverie, even as she came close to me, and placed her hand on my chest, caressing the muscles of my chest through my silk wine-red kurta. As I beamed with pleasure, she caressed the two-day old stubble on my cheeks, and said seductively "And this stubble makes you look really sexy too..." her eyes dancing on me teasingly.
More than anything else, what turned me on about Sarla bhabhi were her cock-teasing mannerisms. And this time was no exception, as she bit her lips suggestively. "Oh, come on, aunty ... when will you stop teasing me..." I protested, with a groan. She laughed at that, and replied "When you stop ogling at my body..." enjoying teasing me, and basking in the knowledge of having an adulatory youngster like me around.
Her mocking annoyed me, and aroused me at the same time, and with a grin I said "Can't help it, aunty ... you are just so hot..." reaching out to touch the milky white smooth skin of her fleshy waist from the side. "Save it for later, my darling beta..." she said with a little laugh, as she pulled away from me. "Let me try on the other dress..." she said suggestively, as she walked inside to her bedroom, leaving me shaking my head incredulously. With a sigh, I sat down in the comfortable couch, as she closed the door of her bedroom to change.
As I sat in the living room, waiting for Sarla bhabhi, the bell rang. Even as I got up to open the door, I heard Sarla bhabhi call out from inside "Beta, can you get the door ... it will be Amisha and her friends..." Replying to her in the affirmative, I walked up to the door and opened it. It was indeed Amisha and her classmate, the sexy Mini, along with her cousin brother. "Hiii bhaiyyaa..." Amisha greeted me excitedly when she saw me, immediately reaching out to grab hold of my hand.
"Hi baby..." I said with a smile, as I let them in and quickly closed the door behind them. Amisha looked extremely desireable in a classic red Garba attire of ghaagra-choli, which was elaborately adorned in the popular 'rabaari bharat' style of embroidery, with a liberal sprinkling of tiny mirrors stitched into the cloth, which glimmered and shone, as they reflected light. There was something extremely provocative about college girls when they wore grown-ups' clothes like a saree, or this attire for that matter.
Even the most unremarkable of girls could get transformed during Navaratris, simply on account of that lovely attire. Being attractive even otherwise, Amisha was simply transformed, her confident, self assured demeanor adding to the allure. Her friend, the dusky Mallu girl, Mini, too looked simply vivacious, resplendent in an equally elaborately embroidered ghaagra-choli, which was of a stunning shade of deep blue. While Amisha's well developed 32-B breasts stood proudly on her chest, the sexy Mini's equally firm 32-B breasts looked incredibly well rounded under her elaborate choli.
"Where's Sarla aunty, bhaiya... ?" Amisha asked me, as she practically dragged me by my hand into the room. "Inside..." I said with a smile, pointing to the door of Sarla bhabhi's bedroom. "Oh, let's go inside ... come on..." Amisha said excitedly to Mini, letting go off my hand, as she went up to Sarla bhabhi's bedroom and knocked on the door. It was then that I noticed the young fellow, who was ostensibly Mini's cousin brother from her home town in Kerala, standing there awkwardly.
Turning to smile at Mini warmly, who herself stood there a trifle out of place, I extended my hand to shake hers, as I said "Hi Mini ... you look lovely..." even as I took her hand in mine and shook it warmly. She blushed, predictably enough, and smiling, said "Thank you, bhaiya ... you're looking very handsome too..." her mischevious eyes glinting. Turning to smile at the young boy, I said "You must me Mini's cousin ... hi, I'm Jignesh..." introducing myself. "Hai ... I am Biju..." the young Keralite boy answered awkwardly, as he shook my hand.
I had to stifle a smile, for some of these typical Keralite names never ceased to amaze and amuse me. Mini, and now Biju, were classic examples of that. "Good to meet you, Biju..." I replied warmly, wondering how much he would get ragged for just his name, had he been in my college. As Mini followed Amisha into Sarla bhabhi's bedroom, I caught a quick glimpse that both girls had indeed worn blouses under their backless cholis.
As I sat in the living room with Siju, I learnt that he was only an year elder to Mini, and had just completed his college, and was waiting for admission into a college. Though, he was extremely dark, he had the classic good looks that some Keralites are blessed with, complete with dark curly hair, thanks to Kerala's famous coconut oil! He was a pleasant enough fellow, and I soon learnt that he was big time into sports, and had even represented his college at the State level in both football as well as athletics.
As I sized him, I saw that he was blessed with a naturally athletic and muscular physique, which the likes of me, no matter how much time I spent pumping iron, could never ever build. He was a whole head taller than me, and suddenly I felt like somewhat physically inadequate in his presence, as I glanced at his strong shoulders, muscular fore arms, and thick calloused extra large feet.
But like with many such supremely physical specimens, he was somewhat awkard and goofy around people and not very self assured. Moreover, he had a thick South Indian accent that made me smile, whenever he spoke. I noted that he was not dressed for Garba, clas as he was in a simple pair of trousers and checked half-sleeved shirt left untucked.
He must have caught me glancing at his clothes, for he suddenly asked "Umm, bhaiyya..." pronouncing it as 'baiia' in his thick south Indian accent " ... I came only because Mini's mother would not have allowed her to go out alone ... I came from Kerala only yesterday ... and I don't have 'jubba' or anything..." making me smile when he used the word 'jubba', and also the accent with which he pronounced it.
It did not matter what one wore, but I realized he would feel terribly out of place at the Club, where everyone would be in their traditional best. Thinking quickly, I said "Don't worry, Biju ... I have an idea..." suddenly realizing that he'd probably fit into some of my clothes. Getting up, I said "Come on..." deciding to jump over to my place, and see what I could lend him to wear for the night. I remembered that I'd picked up a two pairs of jeans from the boutique store where Sapna worked yesterday, which I'd not even tried on, and vaguely suspected of being a tad oversized for me.
And I had plenty of kurtas in my wardrobe, and was sure that I could find something that would fit him. As he hesitated, I said "Come on ... we don't have time..." smiling at him, to make him feel at ease. As I'd suspected, the jeans were a size too large for me, and therefore fit him perfectly. And I also found a sober yet classy hand-woven cotton checked kurta that went well with the dark blue acid-washed jeans.
As he checked himself out in the mirror, I could see that he was immensely pleased with the result. "Perfect ... you look perfect..." I said, patting him on the shoulder, causing him to smile at me broadly, his big pearly white teeth shining. "Thank you very much, bhaiyya..." he said, shaking my hand vigorously, the gratitude evident in his smile. I knew I'd made a new friend at that moment.
Just as we got back to Sarla bhabhi's house and let ourselves in, the bedroom door opened, and Mini came out. To say that she'd been transformed would be an understatement. The girls seemed to have spent some doing their make-up under the guidance of the ever green Sarla bhabhi, and the results were impressive.
Mini had dark curly hair, which she habitually tied in a single braid at the back of her head, the curls held in check with multiple hair clips. However, now Sarla bhabhi seemed to have worked some magic on her hair, using liberal amounts of some hair spray that held the hair in place, and had helped her tie her hair in a single bun behind her head, undoubtedly helped by some false hair also.
The elaborately adorned dupatta was now worn as a ghunghat of sorts, held together over the bun of her hair with the help of hair clips, though still leaving most of her head uncovered. Her dusky complexion had been pepped up with the mandatory foundation that made her look less dark, and she even had some rouge highlights on her cheeks.
Sarla bhabhi had even helped her apply masacara to highlight her eyes, and also used the mascara pencil to good effect by using it to make three small dots in a triangular formation on the cleft of her chin.
"Wow, Mini ... you look wonderful..." I found myself saying, as soon as I laid my eyes on her, making her blush and smile. At the same time, her eyes fell on her cousin brother, and her eyes widened in surprise. She exclaimed something in her native tongue to Biju, who just grinned awkwardly and pointed to me.