02-01-2019, 11:58 AM
Part II
Kajol
She had finished cleaning kitchen after dinner and retired to bed. Ramesh was in a sour mood after the parcel had arrived from Mr. Rao and had told that he would join her after watching the newshour program. That was fine with her. She switched off the lights and drew the blanket over. Her thoughts drifted … … into her favorite land … … where the Goddess ruled … …
The first time she had seen her, it was in the staff common room into which she had was about to enter when she heard the sobbing of the junior lecturer and a very authoritarian voice asking her to just shut up! Kajol froze at the entrance and hastily shot a look at the corridors, relieved to find it completely deserted. Her ears pricked up to hear what was going on inside.
“No mam no, please don’t do this to me”, came a plaintive cry from the stricken female.
The other lady snorted inside. It was pure scorn.
“Mam, please, please, I will do anything you say. There won’t be any mistake henceforth”, the small voice pleaded.
“Huh”, again that derisive snort, “And how many times have I heard that?”
Kajol parted the curtain slightly, just so very slightly; to remain unseen and yet to sneak a peek at the happenings inside. She could recognize the form of the junior lecturer, face tear stricken holding on to the hand of the other saree clad woman whose face, she couldn’t see. Kajol’s eyes widened when she saw the tear faced lecturer kissing the other woman’s hands all over.
The lady wrenched her hand free and stepped back. She raised her hand, the single index finger out, “That will be absolutely the last time.”
“Thank you, thank you mam”, the lecturer was blabbering now.
Kajol’s eyes had widened up at what she was seeing now. The lady raised stepped back and drawing up her saree offered her sandaled feet. The lecturer dropped to the floor, and held up the other’s feet in both of her hands. It was as if holding an object of worship.
“Kiss”, came the order.
Kajol’s heart started pumping hard. She saw the impossible sight of the lecturer kissing the foot, kissing time and again … … with what seemed to her as gratitude.
“Enough, you will make yourself available coming Sunday, and no pretexts this time or this time it is for good.” With that, she put her foot on the young woman’s face and pushed her away. Making an about turn, she started towards the door and Kajol turned immediately away and started walking hurriedly away praying that she was not discovered. It was only when she heard the other’s footsteps fading away in the other direction that she felt safe. She hurried to the grounds outside and finding a bench sat down.
A while later she felt a flush coming over her and the touching her forehead with the back of her palm, she found herself burning with temperature. What was happening! She had hurried back home and gone straight to bed. She wanted to be alone, for a while, to sort out what was running at the back of her mind… The moment, the exact moment when the lady had turned towards her; her heart had missed a beat. It was that patrician face, with the cheek bones drawn back and the high forehead, which sent shivers down her spine. No matter what, that chiseled profile refused to fade away … … for it was the face of a Goddess. And for the sake of the Goddess she would do anything …
It didn’t matter when she had found out that she was indeed her Guide’s better half. She had to have her … … to be near her … … at any cost … … and hence had to invite them home … …
Last night had been a tremendous success as her Goddess had seemed to be pleased with her. Ramesh on his part had done the part of the gracious host. And notwithstanding the lechery of the professor, she had tried to be near her at every opportunity to obtain a glance of her profile, to catch a snippet of her voice and the smell of her perfume. While seeing them off, the Goddess had finally laid her fingers on her wrist … saying her thanks … and she had responded with lowered eyes. But it was that touch, that had managed to set her skin on fire … … so much so that she was on the brink of achieving an orgasm … … right in the parking lot … … right in the presence of the security guards and strangers … and she had hurried to the bedroom and switching off the lights, put her fingers inside her and exploded right there, something a tenth of which she had never experienced before. And when Ramesh had come to bed, she had been floating in the dreamland and had no desire to take any action herself, … and let him slurp her up, … … it was so nice, it was heaven!
She heard Ramesh clearing his throat in the drawing room and withdrew her hands out. They were soaking wet, all courtesy of the Goddess…
Kajol
She had finished cleaning kitchen after dinner and retired to bed. Ramesh was in a sour mood after the parcel had arrived from Mr. Rao and had told that he would join her after watching the newshour program. That was fine with her. She switched off the lights and drew the blanket over. Her thoughts drifted … … into her favorite land … … where the Goddess ruled … …
The first time she had seen her, it was in the staff common room into which she had was about to enter when she heard the sobbing of the junior lecturer and a very authoritarian voice asking her to just shut up! Kajol froze at the entrance and hastily shot a look at the corridors, relieved to find it completely deserted. Her ears pricked up to hear what was going on inside.
“No mam no, please don’t do this to me”, came a plaintive cry from the stricken female.
The other lady snorted inside. It was pure scorn.
“Mam, please, please, I will do anything you say. There won’t be any mistake henceforth”, the small voice pleaded.
“Huh”, again that derisive snort, “And how many times have I heard that?”
Kajol parted the curtain slightly, just so very slightly; to remain unseen and yet to sneak a peek at the happenings inside. She could recognize the form of the junior lecturer, face tear stricken holding on to the hand of the other saree clad woman whose face, she couldn’t see. Kajol’s eyes widened when she saw the tear faced lecturer kissing the other woman’s hands all over.
The lady wrenched her hand free and stepped back. She raised her hand, the single index finger out, “That will be absolutely the last time.”
“Thank you, thank you mam”, the lecturer was blabbering now.
Kajol’s eyes had widened up at what she was seeing now. The lady raised stepped back and drawing up her saree offered her sandaled feet. The lecturer dropped to the floor, and held up the other’s feet in both of her hands. It was as if holding an object of worship.
“Kiss”, came the order.
Kajol’s heart started pumping hard. She saw the impossible sight of the lecturer kissing the foot, kissing time and again … … with what seemed to her as gratitude.
“Enough, you will make yourself available coming Sunday, and no pretexts this time or this time it is for good.” With that, she put her foot on the young woman’s face and pushed her away. Making an about turn, she started towards the door and Kajol turned immediately away and started walking hurriedly away praying that she was not discovered. It was only when she heard the other’s footsteps fading away in the other direction that she felt safe. She hurried to the grounds outside and finding a bench sat down.
A while later she felt a flush coming over her and the touching her forehead with the back of her palm, she found herself burning with temperature. What was happening! She had hurried back home and gone straight to bed. She wanted to be alone, for a while, to sort out what was running at the back of her mind… The moment, the exact moment when the lady had turned towards her; her heart had missed a beat. It was that patrician face, with the cheek bones drawn back and the high forehead, which sent shivers down her spine. No matter what, that chiseled profile refused to fade away … … for it was the face of a Goddess. And for the sake of the Goddess she would do anything …
It didn’t matter when she had found out that she was indeed her Guide’s better half. She had to have her … … to be near her … … at any cost … … and hence had to invite them home … …
Last night had been a tremendous success as her Goddess had seemed to be pleased with her. Ramesh on his part had done the part of the gracious host. And notwithstanding the lechery of the professor, she had tried to be near her at every opportunity to obtain a glance of her profile, to catch a snippet of her voice and the smell of her perfume. While seeing them off, the Goddess had finally laid her fingers on her wrist … saying her thanks … and she had responded with lowered eyes. But it was that touch, that had managed to set her skin on fire … … so much so that she was on the brink of achieving an orgasm … … right in the parking lot … … right in the presence of the security guards and strangers … and she had hurried to the bedroom and switching off the lights, put her fingers inside her and exploded right there, something a tenth of which she had never experienced before. And when Ramesh had come to bed, she had been floating in the dreamland and had no desire to take any action herself, … and let him slurp her up, … … it was so nice, it was heaven!
She heard Ramesh clearing his throat in the drawing room and withdrew her hands out. They were soaking wet, all courtesy of the Goddess…
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