The Freedom

Chapter 8: Confessions That Made the Dream Real

I slumped onto the sofa as soon as I entered. Leena opened the door in half sleep, disturbed from her siesta, unbothered to latch the main door. She left it to me to decide, walking back like a Somnambulist patient to resume her half-done business.

"Leena... Lee... Ice water please." I was thirsty, not just for water. I think only then she turned, opened her eyes and saw me properly.

I groaned. The cushion was never comfortable like that before.

She was frozen and didn't fail to notice my saree -- still messy. Wrinkled fabric. Clumsy pleats. Not my style. She knew it well how elegant I used to drape.

"Maya!" She called me with a concerned stare. I saw my mother in her eyes for a split second. The only difference: Dosa spatula was missing in her hand. Obviously I knew the reason why. Because I was looking like a prey escaped a predator. She has all the rights to imagine wilder things including an attempted assault on me.

She asked what I thought she would. "Are you okay?"

"Been to Sam's place to return his pyjamas."

"Like this?" She glances head to toe.

"Come on, Lee. Listen to me. Pyjamas -- just an excuse. You knew why I am after him. I was drenched in sweat like a classy girl in Saree I took a hot sauna bath, when I reached his house."

"You would have looked..."

"Sexy... Not messy," I finished it for her. "Sam could not swallow. Hard for him to see me like that."

"Hard on for him," Leena added.

"Shut up!"

"Tell me one thing, Maya," Leena leaned closer. "What was your plan?"

"Some unfinished business from our Lonavala trip."

"Did you finish it?"

"Finish? I collapsed there. Right on the floor. Due to summer's heat."

"Like, fainted? Fuck, Maya! I don't buy this."

"I faked... for... you knew me." Maya winked at Leena.

"That crack, Sam, believed?"

"More than believing when I gasped for breath and blabbered. Complaining about heat, summer and went limp. He went into a panic mode, Lee. Overacting than me. He tried shaking me, calling my name... I moved no muscle except faint breathing."

"Then?" Leena sank in to my narration.

"CPR!" I licked my lips.

"So he kissed you? The French one?"

I skipped answering it. "He went for my breasts. To ensure my heart was beating. It was thudding like drumrolls. But that jackass acted oversmart like I was in coma." I paused and continued, "He muttered something with internet and started loosening my clothes. Starting with my blouse."

"What!"

"A first aid he called it. He popped the hooks of my blouse and opened it like banana peels. He did the same to the rest of my clothes."

"Nude?"

I punched Leena playfully. "Don't kill the flow."

"I stayed still until he brought the ice," I continued, watching Leena's pupils, eyelids unfluttered. She was not interrupting this time. "He rubbed it over my chest, my stomach... and then right... there." I took my hands to my pubic mound over my Saree. "You know, he pressed the wrong button too early. Right on the spot. I couldn't help it. So I moaned."

"Aah..." Leena mocked me. I ignored.

"Could not pretend anymore like 'a comatose'. I faked a tired 'woke up' and feigned confusion."

"The classic, 'Oh my God! Where am I? Who are you?' Don't you?" Leena asked.

"Not that much drama queen. I pulled whatever the saree part I could grab and covered my modesty like a Sanskari (orthodox) desi girl."

"Sanskari... You?"

"At least to the world!" I answered her and continued the story, "I asked for something to drink. Then he brought Mango juice only to spill it all over me in a panic. It was a mess, Lee. Sticky and sweet. Imagine you wear a single layer of a sheer clothing and someone pours liquid on it!"

"Mango juice on your mangoes?" Leena giggled, a bit hysterically.

"Mangoes. Exactly. That's what I called them when he tried to wipe it, but his hands just ended up... squeezing. Massaging. My boobs."

"Mangoes" Leena laughed again, clapping hands.

"Come on! Listen. Then, he confessed. Finally. That he always wanted me." I blushed.

"Did you accept and confess your feelings for him, Maya?"

"I did with a kiss. Lip locking him." I lost in thoughts closing my eyes.

"Ooo... Finish your story and go back to your dream world." Leena shook me.

"Hmmm." I opened my eyes and continued. "His lips travelled, explored everywhere and ended up in my delicate folds."

Leena swallowed hard I could even hear it. She looked down at her lap. She barely whispered "But... how? How can someone... taste there? I mean... with lips down there? Isn't it... hairy and messy? Or weird?"

I stared at her for a second. Like a Pastor who knew everyone's confessions. 'Seriously, Lee? Messy? You're the one who mastered that 'Hidden Flame' move on me, and now you're asking me how it works?' I almost uttered my thoughts.

I wanted to laugh in her face. But I liked the way she was playing the shy, naive girl. It was actually kind of thrilling to taste your own flavour. She was playing my game with me.

"Come on, Leena! Don't you love it? Will you stop it if someone go down there on you? Imagine the tongue dancing salsa in your velvet valley," I said softly, my voice teasing.

She did not reply and skipped on. "And his... his thing? Did you return the favour?"

"It was perfect, I told you earlier isn't it. That night I saw it roughly. Now I felt every inch of his thing first in my hand, then..." I paused. I grabbed her hand, unfolding her fist. I traced the length from her wrist to the tips of her fingers, then added an extra finger at the end. "This long."

"That's Seven to eight inches"

"Maybe. So I couldn't take it full in my mouth."

"Wait a minute... Mouth?"

"Big deal? Returning the favour, Lee. It was mutual. A 69."

"69?"

"Don't pretend you don't know what a 69 is."

"Where?"

"Right there on the living room."

"How could you do it in broad daylight?"

"IDK. How I have gone that wild and bold still. But I did what I did. I was ready to take all of him. Finish the business."

"I can't believe it, Maya."

"How long should I tease him, Lee? I did not plan for the finale. But did not want to miss what was in my grab. I was straddling him, Lee. In reverse. I could not face him and take him inside me. Not in the broad daylight."

"Yes. Sanskari. I must buy that."

"Come on. Leena. I do show off. I had done it. But I always ensured it was unintentional. I don't want a slut label."

"You're not. Not after every boy."

"Exactly. I wanted Sam, so I did everything. Keeping my Sanskari image intact."

"Get back to the story," she pressed this time.

"Fine. Then, I could feel the heat of his thing. Pulsating right against my... you know. That first stretch, to letting it find its way inside. It makes us feel some void in us being filled with substance. Like you're finally being plugged into a socket. An empowerment for every nerve and sensation that always feel new."

Leena could feel my words physically and mentally. Maybe dreaming about her in my place. "Was it... did it hurt?" she asked with a blend of curiosity and arousal in her voice. Stammering for right words. "The first time... was it painful?"

I let out a long, jagged breath. "I don't know, Lee. Because the second I was ready to sink down. Finish it, the end game of my prolonged longing... The fucking doorbell rang. Jignesh! A goddamn comedy skit."

"No! No! You're kidding."

"Seriously, Lee. He did."

"Party pooper stopped a cherry popping!" Leena laughed, trying to rub it off.

"Not funny!" I glared at her.

"Hey. Be cool. Just a..." She stopped justifying. Switched, "So, how did you manage?"

"We scrambled," I said, shaking my head. "It was a mess. I was a mess. Nude on top of a nude male. Positioning his thing in my intimate zone. Just jumped to pick petticoat, and I was wrapping the Saree around like a blanket. To our luck the door was locked, he took time to realize the spare key was misplaced out there. So, we managed to look like somewhat normal by the time he entered, but god... I was a disaster. I actually skipped my bra, dropping it there in the same bag I took his Pajamas to return."

"Din't he doubt? Anyway, don't go back there again for your bra. Jignesh would have known by now."

"Sam would not speak a word. They are not close like us." I said.

"Maya, you literally smell like sex even now. It's all over you. The sweat, the male's musk... it's blatant. Jignesh can easily guess"

I froze, my heart skipped a beat. Nervous. Though Jignesh had looked me nude, it all had happened when I was unconscious -- at least in his belief. I looked down at my crumpled Saree. "Wait... seriously, Lee? I hate Jigs. You mean he could have pictured what we were doing?"

"If he's ever had been with a girl in his life, yes! He knew the second he walked into that room," Leena said with unusually confidence.

The devil's advocate inside me argued with me, 'Look at her. Miss Innocent suddenly knows how a room smells after a fuck!'

But I asked Leena directly. "Oh? And how do you know so much about how sex smells, Lee?"

Leena's face went from pale to red velvet cake's shade. She fumbled with the cushion, her confidence gone bare and helpless.

"I... I don't! Maya. How do I? I'm just saying it based on..." She stammered, "On what I heard. Also, you just told me! The way you described it... I'm just using my brain, Maya. I am not an idiot just because I am inexperienced in this..."

"Sex!" I finished it for her. Usually people speak long and explain too much when something is fishy on their side.

She stood up abruptly. Started walking to her room. "Anyway, I... I forgot I have to... I need to call my mum. Better luck next time for completing your half done business." She hurried.

My inner voice laughed at her. Nice try!. "Sure, Lee. But don't tell your mum that I almost fucked a guy." I smirked.

She did not answer. Not bothered to. She was already gone into her room and shut the door. A little too quickly to dodge my questions. I heard the lock click. May be ajar. I didn't care.

I was drained to even tease her further. Sam sucked the energy out of pussy I guessed like moron and laughed at myself. Shy. Unusual for me. The rush from his place slowly started ebbing away. I needed something else. A good rest. I felt heavy, dull ache in my thighs. My brain that felt like mush. 'Fuck the bed!' I listened to my side B, my inner voice. Then I just stretched out right there on the sofa. Hugged a throw pillow with my chest. I slept like log, unbound by time. Siesta become a slumber sleep. When I opened my eyes it was already midnight. I was hungry. I had the leverage to wake up my cook, Leena anytime. So I walked, dragged myself to her room.

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Time for Another Confession:

Leena's door was ajar,just a crack. I leaned in, my heart doing a slow, heavy thud as I heard her moans. In the dim street lights glow, I could see her thighs lifted high. She was trying to bend her back like a curl, leaning forward. Trying to reach her belly. Maybe below there.

'What the fuck!' I thought. 'God, Lee. You are not a gymnast.'

She was wobbling desperate to reach her own folds. I could not see the intricate details. But her dim lit silhoutte said it obviously. The damn door, I placed my palm on it for support, subconsciouly. It creaked. She nearly slipped off the mattress. A panicked gasp. She was not nude, just a t-shirt and naked below navel. Panting. She snapped up. As if she saw a ghost at her door. Probably she also saw me as a silhoutte. A devil in black saree with messy open hair.

Then upon realizing it was me, she scrambled. Grabbing a book from the nightstand. She flipped it open upside down, pretending to read. I know the text would all look Greek and Latin upside down. I had no idea when I forgot I actually walked into her room for asking for food. I was hungry, not anymore. My hunger craved for something else, after seeing her half naked.

'You have some unfinished business with Leena too.' My side-B urged me.

"Mind if I sleep here tonight, Lee?" I stepped in. I did not wait for her reply. Pretending I did not see anything. I was good at it, you know.

She just gave a jerky nod, gasping. I slid under the blanket, without a warning. I could feel it. The heat. Coming off her. The bodily warmth. Good for cold nights of Mumbai. Not touching her skin to skin yet. She remained still. A theif playing statue to avoid getting caught! I moved slowly, and placed my palm casually on her left collarbone, lying on side. Her heart. I felt it pounding. A trapped bird flapping wings beneath her breast, just inches below my palm.

We did not talk. Well she could not. I knew it. I slid my hand on the slope of her left boob. She did not stop me. Had her eyes closed already. I cupped it with my palm, gently like holding a rabbit. Soft as one. Spongy. Her nipples poked, announcing its presence. I wanted to massage her. But I had some other plans, my lust dirven brain already gave me the blueprint of what's next.

I shifted and rested my hand on her torso. She jolted like I had the sparked a dangerous wire. He belly was bare. Squeezy like a soft teddy. My pinky played with her navel. Circled around, explored its depth. I could feel her breath heavy. For the first time, the bossy Leena was being docile.

I slid my leg over hers, acting 'comforting,' but then I felt it. I anticipated it. Her Bare skin. Thighs with sparse hairs, she always refused to remove.

"Hey!" I registered my surprise, running my toes from her soles to knees. And then continued with my knees to glide up to her pubic mound. I hit the thorny area. Recently regrown pubic hair. Hence proved. She was start naked below waist.

Time for her to open her mouth. Long speech to validate her state. "I... I took the pants off as I wanted to pee... and you walked in..." she whispered. Lied. Struggled to cook up further. She tried to pull away, but I held her from getting up. Draping her leg with my legs.

"I saw you, Leena" I said with a lazy smile, cuddling her.

"What did you... see... I was actually..." Before she could complete it, I did it.

I placed my palm directly on her soft mound. My fingers landed right where her labia parted. The friction of the stubble, regrown, was electric. This particular zone was warmer than her other parts of the body. I felt the pubic hair with my back of my fingers, her pussy prickled against my soft fingers.

She arched, a low, helpless moan escaping before she could stop it.

'God, that sound. Authentic. Only a girl who has never felt anything real can moan like that.'

I met her eyes in the dark. She closed immediately. My smile faded into something hungrier. "So..." I whispered. "You were trying to reach there with your own tongue? Tell me."

Leena refused to answer and her eyes remains silent as well. Something must have hit her. No idea. Defiance? Maybe.

"What's wrong?" she snapped. Taking off my hand from her pubic mound. She said, "I wanted to know how it feels. You can't understand me, Maya. You don't know my feelings." She used her brute force to break my contact with her body.

She tried to scramble out, but I caught her wrist. I knew it well that I cannot outpower her.

I softened my grip, she did not leave or break the hold. I clasped her palm between my both palms. Assuring turst, I said, "I understand your needs more than anyone, Leena. Even you don't know."

She sat on the bed. Somewhat ready to come out of her embarrassing state. She sat half nude, next to me. But spoke nothing.

"You have no idea what actually happened between us in Lonavala, Leena. Do you?" I asked.

She froze. "What happened?"

"You did things, Lee. Believing it was a dream."

"What dream?" She was a poor at acting.

"The dream you said. Intimate one. You had done it real. Inebriated. Not dreaming. You did whatever you craved for. Craving for." I paused for her to speak up.

She didn't.

"But I lived it. Sam was not the first one to explore me down there with a tongue. It was you!" Again I waited for her to utter a word, looking into her eyes. There was guilt. There was love. There was shyness. There was embarrasment. Everything. Her silence conveyed it all what her words would fail to.

"You took me to cloud nine." I smiled, pecking her cheek subtly.

She dropped her head down. Shyness or guilt. Whatever. I didn't want her to feel both.

"Look Leena, I didn't judge you then, and I won't now." I took her hands. "Your hands... These very hands were all over my boobs, worshipping them. You made me feel like a Goddess of love. You are damsel you know. You yourself unclasped your bra. Shown me your boobs. Most beautiful ones I had ever touched. I was mesmerized. I wondered, I cursed myself how the hell I had missed them. Living with you all these years."

I realized, it was me, giving a long speech then. I had something else in my mind, running. Talking something to her, without acting on my intention. I pressed my F5.

She finally lifted her face as I gone silent. "Oh God, Maya... I didn't... I can't believe I did all those things in real!"

"You still don't believe?"

"No"

"What about the moles on the underside of the left breast. Would you believe me now?" I teased. "I know you are in love with me. You confessed you envied the guys getting closer to me. You got turned on seeing me. You didn't want the 'dream' to end just a dream, Lee. But I can't take a call on your love. But I can do a lot..."

"Maya, stop..." she spoke out.

"You kissed me all over. Even there. Debutant." I laughed. Trying to ease her. "You know what? You called my dense curls a 'black forest.' And tasted it like devouring a creamy delight." I did not stop. I wanted to arouse her and continued the details from my memory, even added up my own fancies. "Your middle finger was probing me, drowned in my juices. You called me a wild cat while I scratched your back. Do you wanna see it? It wasn't a dream, Leena." I turned her toward the mirror. Pulled up her t-shirt, "Look. The scratches are still there."

She gasped, eyes locked on the reflection. "I could not see anything in this faint light. Don't cook up too much. It did not happen as you say." She smiled. Finally.

"Is it? Didn't you moved between my thighs, awestruck. Licked me there? You made me taste my own juice on your finger. You even challenged me that you woud beat any guy."

"Did I?" She asked openly.

"You did challenge."

"No. I mean, did I beat Sam?" She blushed in her voice.

"Well maybe I would like to reassess the case, Leena."

She did not answer.

"I was just kidding. I am already done for the day. Maybe it's my turn now." I hissed at her ears.

She stared, heart racing. "What?! What do you mean?"

"Confess!" I insisted.

"What?" She paused and said, "Okay. I am in love with you. Enough?"

"Not that. Confess you crave for lips down there." I pressed.

"I... Actually..." She stammered.

I knew she wanted it. I kissed her lips. There was no resistance. She reciprocated my affection. My hands automatically parted her thighs. Straight to the money. Her folds flushed, wet like a lotus in the rain.

I glided my hand down. No waistband or panties to hinder me. My fingers met her velvet canal and soft lips. I traced her outer pair. Spreading her with two fingers, to feel each and every ridge that was glistening even in dim light.

My fingers traced the outline of her mound. Barely skimming the soft curls. A teasing prelude for my Rom-action.

"I love how your hairs grown back," I caressed with my voice. "This is soft, natural, perfect in its own way, Lee." I let my thumbs brush her outer lips, parting them slightly with index finger. It revealed the flushed, full beauty beneath. Pink.

"And these lips..." I exhaled, my breath warm against her triangle. "No more talking with you Leena."