Adultery Life of Avi Singh

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 179: The Dark Theater Secret (Avi and Soniya)

Heena returned from the kitchen, a tray in her hand holding two steaming cups of tea. She set one down for me and sat beside it, the aroma filling the air.

"Heena, can I ask you one thing, honestly?" I picked up the cup, letting the heat warm my palms, and fixed my eyes on her face.

"Yes, ask," she wrapped her hands around her own cup, nodding slowly, her gaze steady.

"How have you managed to live for five whole years without having sex with your boyfriend?" I leaned in, my voice dropping, seeking the true answer.

"I control myself, Avi," Heena took a slow sip of tea, her eyes flat and defensive.

"Looking at you right now, it doesn't seem like you have that much control," I shook my head, my eyes tracing the curve of her jaw and throat.

"I have to," she insisted, her shoulders tightening slightly under the pressure.

"Did you never feel the intense urge to have sex with him?" I pressed, surprised by her discipline.

"I do, of course," Heena admitted, her voice wistful, looking away for a moment. "But what choice do I have? I can't just do it with anyone else."

"Seriously," I said, leaning back. "Your boyfriend is incredibly lucky, and a complete gentleman. He hasn't even touched you yet."

"No matter what he is, I like him fiercely," Heena shrugged, a flash of loyalty in her eyes.

"Do you have hair down there?" I plunged straight into the next question, unable to stop myself.

"Where is 'down there'?" Heena frowned, a confused crease forming between her eyebrows.

"You know, down there," I gestured vaguely with my hand near my lap.

"Where exactly is 'down there'?" she asked again, making me spell it out clearly.

"On your chooť," I whispered the word, meeting her gaze, not backing down.

"I don't like hair on my chooť," Heena instantly recoiled, a small shudder running through her shoulders, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "I keep it clear."

The rush of raw curiosity was overwhelming. "Heena, can I see it, just for a moment?" I leaned closer again, my voice rough.

"Are you crazy, Avi?" Her eyes flashed with sudden, genuine anger. She slammed her teacup down onto the saucer with a loud clatter. "If you ask something like that again, I will stop you from ever coming to my house! It's fine to flirt and talk—don't try to go one step further than that line."

*(What's this? Heena actually got angry,)* I thought, a knot of confusion forming in my gut. My *lund*, which had been hardening throughout the conversation, softened slightly under the shock of her rejection. "If you can't show me here at home," I suggested, refusing to back down completely, "show me when we are outside, somewhere private."

"You truly are a rascal, Avi," she shook her head, a slight smile returning, mixed with defiance.

"You have to be a rascal," I justified, my gaze moving over her body. "When you are talking to a girl as hot as you."

"Too much rascality isn't good for anyone," she warned, though her tone was milder now, leaning back.

"Then how much rascality do you actually like, Heena?" I pressed, challenging her boundary.

"As much as it's fun," she challenged, her eyes glittering.

"Then I promise I will do exactly as much as you like," I vowed, holding up my hand. I looked toward the window, feeling the urgency of time. "By the way, why hasn't Karim come home yet? When will he finally show up?"

"It's about time," Heena said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "He should be walking in any minute."

As the words left her mouth, Karim walked through the door, jingling keys.

"Karim, you'll live to be a hundred!" I snapped my fingers, laughing, pointing at him. "We were just talking about you, and you suddenly appeared."

"Forget all that," Karim tossed his keys onto the table. "Tell me why you're sitting around at home. Let's go watch a movie in the city."

"Yes, let's go right now!" I jumped up, energized by the idea.

"I want to go as well," Heena stood up too, her eyes eager.

"Yes, why not?" I smiled broadly. "You should definitely come."

"I'll go get ready and meet you two outside," Heena said, heading toward her room.

"Let's take Soniya too," Karim gripped my arm. "I'll go and tell her."

As Heena passed me, I leaned in and whispered quickly in her ear, my voice rough with suggestion, "Come wearing a pink panty, Heena."

Heena didn't say anything, but her eyes flickered rapidly, acknowledging the secret challenge. She and Karim went inside.

A little while later, Karim, Soniya, Heena, and I all started out for the movie theater. Soniya immediately sat on my bike behind me, grabbing my waist. I desperately wanted Heena to be riding with me, but I couldn't say anything to change it.. Everything I think is happening backward.* I shook my head slightly, dismissing the thought. *Leave it. Whether Soniya or Heena sits with me, I'll have fun with both.*

We arrived at the theater. Since it was the afternoon, the hall was nearly empty. We went and settled in the last row. The arrangement was: Soniya sat by the wall, then me, next to me Heena, and then Karim on the end. Heena had insisted we sit in this exact order.

The movie started. Karim and Heena seemed engrossed in the film, leaning forward. I was watching the movie too, but Soniya was looking at the screen sometimes, looking at Heena and Karim sometimes, and looking at me sometimes, her eyes darting around.

After about thirty minutes, Soniya stood up and slipped out to the bathroom. When she came back, she sat down again right next to me, her body touching mine. Soniya looked quickly at Heena and Karim—who were focused on the screen—and then leaned in, whispering something in my ear that sent a jolt of pure shock straight through me.

"Avi, you can see my chooť," Soniya breathed the words against my skin, her voice urgent and wet. "And you can touch it too, right now."

I was shocked speechless, my entire body freezing up, all movement stopping. My heart hammered against my ribs like a maniac, and my *lund* instantly became rock-hard, pressing painfully against my jeans, a heavy throb starting.

"I overheard your conversation with Baji (Heena)," Soniya continued, her whisper urging me on, her hand brushing my leg. "So what if Baji didn't show you? I will show you."

I stared at Soniya, her face barely visible in the dark, her eyes wide with challenge and desire.

"If Didi can't show you, I will show you," Soniya insisted, shifting in her seat. "My chooť doesn't have hair either."

*What did I care who it was? If Soniya was offering herself, how could I back off?* The opportunity was too sudden, too immense to waste. My palms were slick with cold sweat, the immediate risk overwhelming.

I quickly checked the perimeter. Karim and Heena were absorbed in the movie, their attention fixed forward. I slowly slid my hand onto Soniya's *choot*. Soniya guided my hand under her *salwar* and over her pajamas. The *salwar* dbangd over us, hiding my arm completely. And anyway, the hall was dark.

I began playing with Soniya's *choot* over her pajamas, applying light pressure. Soniya instantly closed her eyes, tilting her head back against the seat, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She began to enjoy the feeling of her *choot* being massaged.

I slowly undid the knot of Soniya's pajamas with careful fingers. I pulled the pajamas down just a little, easing the fabric away from her skin. Then, I slid my hand inside the pajamas, feeling the rush of warm air. I began to touch her *choot* directly.

Soniya was not wearing a panty. *(Or perhaps she had been wearing one and took it off while she was in the bathroom,)* I realized, the thought sending a fresh wave of adrenaline through me. My fingers explored the smooth, soft skin of her inner thigh, tracing the curve inward.

I slowly, tentatively started running my finger over Soniya's *choot*. The skin was smooth—there was no hair on Soniya's *choot*. Her *choot* felt tight and small, almost closed. *That means Soniya is a virgin,* I noted, the thought increasing the urgency in my *lund*.

I found the small, sensitive nub of her clitoris and began to circle it lightly. Soniya gasped, her breath catching high in her throat, a muffled sound that was instantly drowned by the movie's soundtrack. She shifted against me, pressing her hip firmly into my hand, guiding my pressure. I increased the speed, rubbing the sensitive skin back and forth with my thumb, while using my index and middle fingers to gently stroke the outer lips of her *choot*.

A thin layer of wetness was already forming on my fingers, making the skin slick and easy to rub. Soniya was breathing hard and fast, her eyes still shut tight, her head moving slightly back and forth. I could feel the small mound beneath her pajamas swelling slightly under my touch, hardening with arousal. The tight, small opening of her *choot* was starting to loosen a little, relaxing with pleasure. I brought my hand closer to the center, pressing slightly harder with my index finger, intending to slip it inside.

Soniya immediately tensed up, gripping my wrist through the *salwar* fabric. She whispered, her voice strained and sharp, "No! Stop, Avi!"

I froze, pulling back the pressure instantly. Her warning was clear and immediate. I knew if I pushed further, she would make a scene. I decided to heed her command. *It was not the right time or place for that much risk.* I went back to rubbing the outer lips, using my thumb to give her quick, focused stimulation on the clitoris.

Soniya instantly relaxed again, tilting her head back against the seat, melting into the pleasure I was giving her. She moved her hand, reaching down to press my hand more firmly against her, moaning softly into the dark. I continued to stroke and play with Soniya's *choot* from the outside, watching her face in the dark, keeping the pressure light and exciting.

I was still engrossed in playing, my *lund* throbbing furiously against the zipper, when the interval lights suddenly came on, bathing the hall in bright, harsh light. I yanked my hand away instantly, pulling it back to my lap as if scalded. Soniya quickly fixed her clothes under the *salwar* without making any sound, her chest still heaving from the intense pleasure.

Heena glanced at us once, her expression unreadable, and then stood up, taking Soniya with her toward the bathroom.

Karim and I went outside to buy cold drinks.

When we returned to the hall, the seating arrangement had changed. This time, Karim sat in Soniya's place, right next to me. Heena and I were in our original spots. Soniya was now forced to sit next to Karim.

*It was a good thing while it lasted,* I thought bitterly, feeling the sudden loss of access. *But Karim had to sit right here next to me now. He ruined the whole game.* Now, there was no way we could do anything. I quietly settled back and started watching the movie, my *lund* still aching with frustration, the memory of Soniya's smooth, wet skin burning on my fingers.

After the movie ended, we left for Karim's house. I thought I would finally get to have fun on the bike with Soniya on the way back, but that didn't happen either. Heena immediately sat on my bike. *First, I wanted to go with Soniya, but Heena jumped on the bike...* I shook my head at the strange twists of fate. *The opposite of what I think is happening. Leave it. Whether Soniya or Heena sits with me, I'll have fun with both eventually.*

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