My Neighbour Girl

It had been a year since I visited the home last time. I was almost starting
to miss it. I love my family, and I love my parents most, but I have never
been very fond of staying at home, ever since I left for college, after high
school. After that, I never stayed there for more than two weeks.

I guess one reason for that is - when you get home after a long time, for
the first few days everyone treats you as a guest, which is nice, and
overwhelming, but after that reality kicks in, they start treating you like a
family member. They complain about your every habit; why do you sleep
till eight, why do you watch TV so much, and most annoying of them all,
why don't you sit with us and talk.

But there is another reason, why I hate staying there, and that would be,
the people in town. It's a small town, almost close to a village. Like every
other small town, people there are very conservative, and small minded.
Most of my schoolmates are married with children. Most of the girls were
married when they were underage, and now they look ten years older
than they should, due to working household chores, and taking care of
their children and family.

People hardly have any idea of the world outside this town. Global
warming is not an issue for these people. They believe whatever
adulterated stories they come across about the country and the world,
mostly on the news, or from someone like me (who lives outside), and
plagiarize it, to sound cool among their peers.

The town is not totally hopeless though. Things are getting better at its
own pace. People are getting educated and are sending their children to
good universities. But like all good things, it is going to take time.

All in all, it was nice to come home, meet friends and elders, ask about
their life, tell them about mine, and be on your way. But this time, I was
here for good unless I get a job soon.
I had completed my bachelor in engineering. I have applied for some jobs
in cities like Delhi, Pune, and Bangalore. Hopefully, I will get calls for
interviews soon. I was more bored than worried during this respite time.

I was sitting in my room watching some video on YouTube, as always. The

afternoon time, at home, was the hardest. Everyone went out to their
work, and I was all alone in the house. The only thing that helped is the
Internet.

Normally, I would watch something or other on my laptop. From time to

time, I'd look at the email to check if I received an interview offer just to
get disappointed. Then I would listen to some songs of Pink Floyd, and the
noon would pass normally. My parents would be back in the evening, at
around 5, to complain about the tea I would make for them. I didn't mind
it, it was their way of showing that they care.

But this afternoon was not meant to go normally. All of a sudden, the
Internet was gone. I realized my net-pack had expired, and I would have
to go all the way to market to recharge it. I cursed my gods and went onto
the balcony of my room in frustration. As I was stretching my arms, I saw
someone in my neighbour's garden.

At first, I almost didn't recognize her. It was Neha, my neighbour girl. She
used to live here before she got married a few years back. She must have
come to visit her parents. It's been three years since I had seen her last
(at her wedding). She was my sister's friend, and we didn't talk much back
then. She used to be a little fat, and big. She was twenty when she got
married. I am a year younger than her.

I always believed it was downhill for a women's body after marriage, at

least in this town, but I have never been so amazed to be wrong.

I could see her curves from the distance - she was lean and fit, like an
athlete. I wondered if she has been going to the gym or something. She
was hanging washed clothes from the rope. Her hair was tied in a thick
knot above her head. I could say from the look, she just had taken a bath.
She was repeatedly bending to pick the clothes from the bucket, to hang
them, which gave me a pleasant view of her perfect ass every time, even
over her kurti ( shirt ), which was down to her knees. She was wearing a
sleeveless, yellow suit top, with green leaves printed on it, a green
churidar salwar ( tight-fitting pants ), and a light yellow and green dupatta
( shawl type scarf that is used to cover the head or as a veil ), which was
mostly transparent.

When she stood still, I could see the curves around her thin waist, getting
wider as moving up towards her shoulders. Her suit had a wide opening on
the back, which exposed her pale skin of almost all of her shoulders, and
most of her back.

I was spellbound by the sheer beauty of her figure. I could not take my
eyes off her. Part of me did want to look away because it was a married
girl I was staring at. After some minutes of failing, finally I was ready to
take my eyes off her, but then she turned around, and I saw her face. Her
face was glowing in the sun with the hint of a pink blush on her cheeks.
Her breast area was covered under her yellow dupatta, but I could clearly
imagine the shape of her boobs under it. Then I thought, 'Maybe gods are
not all cruel on me, today.'

My eyes were so fixed on the soothing view of her beauty that it took me
a while to notice that she was looking straight at me. I tried to be genuine,
and said, "Hi." I could hear my heart pumping faster than it should, as I
waved my hands.

"Hi," she said, with a smile, and waved her right hand. I didn't know what
to do next. I saw her walking toward me. I could see her face more clearly,
her big dark brown eyes, augmenting its beauty. My eyes shifted to her
pinkish lips, stretched with a smile. I noticed the small vibration of her
boobs, over her dupatta, as she walked, of course, she was not wearing a
bra. Then my eyes met hers, and I made a hand gesture, saying, maybe I
should come down. She nodded. I climbed down the stairs and walked
toward her.

As we reached close to the boundary between our houses which was a

four-foot high wall of bricks and concrete, she asked, "When did you come
home?"
"It's been two weeks," I replied and added, "When did you come here?"

"Last night," she said.

"How is your ... new home?" I didn't know what I should call it, 'Her
husband's home.'

"It's fine. What you've been up to?"

"I completed my degree, now I am looking for jobs."

"Big dreams, huh?" she flexed her shoulders and tilted her face slightly.

"Not as big as I thought," I looked away.

"What?" She lifted her eyebrows in confusion. She moved closer to the
wall between us, a little too fast that her boobs bounced slightly. My eyes
fell on her cleavage, slightly visible through her dupatta.

My eyes had no intention of shifting from what they were at, but then I
heard a voice, which seemed to be coming from far away, "What do u
mean?"

As I came back into my senses, I smoothly closed my eyes and rolled

them back to look at her face, the picture of her cleavage was still clear in
my head. Her lips were stretched in a big smile, with her little, white teeth
peeking. It was clear that she knew. I was relieved that she was not
offended. I guess she knew it was not totally my fault. She repeated a
little seriously, "What did you mean by that?"

"I mean, I was expecting a little better from myself than what I am doing
right now."
"It's alright, we don't always get what we dream of. At least, you get to
live some of your dreams."

There was a truth in that, but her tone sounded like it was more about her
than me.

'Why at least?' the words raised many questions in my head. I asked,

"Now, what did you mean by that?"

She shook her head, and replied, "Nothing, Anyway, what did you actually
dream of?" she said while looking down.

I was sure she was ignoring the question. I didn't want to press it either.

"Not much, it's just, when I see all my friends getting good jobs abroad, I
wish I had taken my college a little more seriously."

"Well, it's not that bad. I am sure you'll get a great job", she said, assuring
me. Her eyes were pretty convincing.

I nodded.

There was a moment of silence.

"So, you lived in a hostel, how's hostel life?" she changed the topic.

"It's really fun. It's the best thing happened to me in college."

"Were there girls?" She sounded curious.

"Well yeah, but in separate hostels." I smiled, with a little disappointment
in my eyes. She laughed, then looked down.

"Did you have any girlfriends?" she asked while looking down. She was
rolling her dupatta into her fingers. It's pretty funny that girls get very
open after marriage about these things. I can't even mention her husband
without hesitation.

"No, just some friends who were girls, but nothing serious." I smiled,
thinking that was funny; she didn't.

She looked at me, and then looked down in a way which made me feel
that what's coming next is not going to be comfortable. She moved a slice
of her hair from the front of her eyes to the side of her ear, with the tip of
her fingers. 'Killing move', I almost said it.

She asked "Did you... I mean, did you have ..."

I was wishing 'please not the s-word'.

"...crush on someone?" I completed before she could finish.

"No," she laughed aloud, it wasn't what she meant to ask, "But, did you?"

"Yeah." I didn't want to lie. She was still smiling, but her eyes looked
curious.

"She was my senior," I continued. "She was the first person I talked to in
the college. We talked often. I remember almost every conversation with
her. But nothing happened because I never made any move. I never
thought it would work; we were very different persons. And, she already
had a boyfriend." I looked down.
Her smile faded, but from her eyes, it seemed, she was interested in what
I had to say. But, this was my turn to ask a personal question. "What
about you, did you have any crush? I mean, before you got married (it was
an arranged marriage)."

"No," she replied, "Never liked anyone from school. When I went to
college, I knew I was going to get married after that, so I didn't see any
point in keeping up false hopes." She looked away.

This was a typical story of almost every girl in town. I didn't want to rub it
on her face. I was running out of things to talk about. I said, "Talking of
marriage, how is married life?"

I was always curious about what girls felt after marriage at this age.

She didn't reply for a moment, then said, "It's alright," with a perfunctory
smile. Her countenance betrayed her. I knew I was stepping into the
danger zone. A part of me kept saying, 'Get out of here,' but I didn't listen.

"Sorry, maybe it was not my place to ask, but your eyes are telling me the
exact opposite."

She looked down, and back at me then said, "It's nothing."

I always thought marriages are boring. "Is it boring?"

I knew it was pretty stupid, and immature to ask. It's her life we were
talking about, not a child's play.

She smiled, but the pain in her eyes was totally clear, "No, for me, it's far
from boring."

Now I was dying to know what exactly was going on with her, but I had no
idea what to ask. It was a very sensitive topic, and I had zero experience
in, even talking about it. I noticed she was getting anxious. She was
looking down. I knew our conversation was over, and that she is going to
leave now.

Before she could say goodbye, I said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you
uncomfortable."

"You did not," she said almost immediately. "It's complicated. I shouldn't
be talking to you about all this."

I guess she was right. She should be talking to someone with experience.
But was there anyone she could talk to, like her mother or someone?

I wanted to ask, 'complicated how?' but that would have surely made her
more uncomfortable, "Have you talked to anyone about it?" I asked.

She shook her head in a no. "Anyway, I should not be complaining about
my life," she continued, "nobody's life is perfect. I should be happy with
what l have." I could see the tears forming in her eyes.

"That's not completely true, you can't force yourself to be happy. If

something is bothering you, you should talk about it. Talk to someone you
are comfortable with, someone who understands you." I wasn't even
finished with my sentence when tears rolled down from her beautiful eyes,
over her flawless, fair-skinned cheeks; came down to her beautiful chin,
and got collected into a big drop. She was looking down, trying to controls
her emotions, and to hide her tears, but completely failing.

She suddenly looked up, and said, "That's the problem, no one is going to
understand. They don't even listen to me." Her voice was louder and
deeper. Her throat was heavy with the emotions. "No one listens to me,
because no one cares about me," she spoke in a single breath, rubbing off
the tears, with her hands.

Before I could say something, she turned around and started walking
away. It was clear that she was hurting, and didn't want to talk. As she
was turning, the drops of tear fell from her chin and landed on the leaves
of the creeper plant which was spread over the boundary between our
houses. I knew she was going to run towards her house. I was thinking,
clearly, something was wrong, so either I could just let her go, and regret
about not stopping her, or I could try to help her. But in order to do that,
first, I had to find about what was wrong with her. Or maybe I wasn't
thinking at all.

I jumped over the boundary and held her right hand which was flowing in
an arc toward me as she began to run. She lost her balance, but before
she could fall, I pulled her towards me and held her close with both of her
arms. She started shivering with fear and shock. Her eyes met mine;
besides the feeling of fear, and shock, there was a hint of anger in her
eyes. I stood still, holding her by her arms as tears rolled down across her
cheeks.

She suddenly jerked her arms out of my grip. I was almost sure she was
going to slap me on the face for what I had done. But instead, she stood
still, looking down, and continued crying. I didn't know what to do next. I
never had a girl this close to me before. I was shaking too.

Somehow, I managed to gather all the courage in my body, and said, "If
no one is listening to you, then maybe you should be talking to me, cause
I'm the only one who is listening."

She did not reply, didn't even react to what I had said. But I was not afraid
anymore. I took a step toward her, slowly. She was still looking down, but
she did not move back. Her face was partially covered with her hair from
the sides, covering her eyes. I moved the bunch of hair from her face to
back of her ears. I placed both my hands on both sides of her face (I had
no idea what I was doing) and lifted her face. She looked at me with her
sad eyes and then closed them. I wiped the tears off her cheeks with my
thumbs. Her skin was smoother than anything I had ever imagined.

I was holding her face by sides, and her eyes were closed, while her tears
were still rolling out of them. I hated girls for crying. Most of the time, they
cry for no reason. This was not one of those moments. This wasn't the first
time I had made a girl cry either. But, it was the first when I was
assuaging her. 'What a mess I've got myself into' I cursed to myself.
She was beginning to relax, at least, by the look that was on her face. I
was watching her goddess-like face, just a few inches away from mine. I
felt my heart rate rising. My eyes shifted to her lips; I knew that was a
mistake. Now, all I wanted to do was kiss her lips, I wanted to kiss all over
her face.

I would have done so if the situation would have been any different - if she
wasn't crying. I looked back on her eyes. I decided to end all this before
something weird happened, but first I had to calm myself down.

I took a deep breath then said, "Neha, are you all right?"

She nodded, 'Yes,' her eyes were still closed.

That was a huge relief for me.

I said, "Listen to me". She opened her eyes and looked straight into mine.
They were a little red with tears now. "The last thing I wanted to do is to
make you cry".

"You didn't," she interrupted. "It's been a habit, lately."

"What I meant is that, it's true that life sucks. It's also true that we can't
keep complaining about every small problem we have in our life. We
should look at the bigger picture, try to focus on all the good things we
have, and be happy about it."

"But, at the same time, it is also true that if something is seriously

bothering us, no matter how small it is, then we shouldn't burn ourselves
from inside, and keep living with it. We should change it, no matter how
hard it is. We should always fight for our happiness. Happiness is not
cheap, it's not easy, it takes courage, and hard work to be happy, but still,
we should always choose to be happy."
While I was saying all that nonsense, I kept staring into her eyes, they
were hypnotizing. I didn't realize I was still holding her face into my hands.
I didn't realize, the space between our faces was closing; neither did I
realize, I was pulling her face toward mine until I planted my lips onto
hers.

I closed my eyes, pressed my lips against hers, and kept it there for a few
seconds.

As I came back into my senses, I realized there was no resistance from her
side either. I pulled myself back and freed her face from my hands. She
was looking at me with her eyes wide open. I could not find any
appropriate words to apologize, so I kept silent and waited for her to
react.

There was a moment of silence, then she took a deep breath, and closed
her eyes, tears rolled out of the side of her both eyes at the same time.
She suddenly turned around and started walking away. My feeling of guilt
was changing into anger, and frustration, I almost shouted: "STOP...
please!!"

She stopped.

"Say something if you think I've done something wrong, then slap me on
the face. Just don't leave me hanging here like this... feeling all guilty for
you."

She didn't react.

"It wasn't totally my fault. You didn't stop me either." I shouldn't have said
that I realized immediately. Now, I deserved that slap on the face.

She wiped her eyes with the tip of her fingers, then she turned, and
looked straight at me. Her eyes were red, and still glassy with tears, but
mostly, there was anger in them. She spoke, not loudly, but strongly, "I
didn't stop you, because maybe, I didn't want you to stop." It made me a
little nervous.
"But... but, It was wrong." I was totally confused. I was still thinking about
what she had said.

"That's what I thought," she exhaled and took her eyes off me.

After a moment, I decided something. I wasn't sure about the

consequence, but now I didn't care. I almost ran toward her and placed
my right arm around her waist. She leaned back a little. I supported her
with my left hand on her neck, and kissed her lips. She kissed me back
while placing her hands on the back of my head. We opened our mouths
almost at the same time, then it was all lips and tongues.

I didn't know if my other body part existed for that moment, thinking
about the surroundings, and neighbour was way too far. My arms were
getting tight around her, and she was pulling me closer. I could feel her
boobs pressed against my chest. She had the perfect height, roughly two
inches shorter than me. Her fingers were playing with my hair on the back
of my head. Stopping didn't seem to be an option.

After a while, we heard a faint voice, "Neha". She pulled herself back. Her
face had turned red with shock, or with excitement, or both. At least, she
wasn't crying anymore. We heard it again, this time louder and clearer.
"It's my mum, she is coming here looking for me," she said.

I panicked. She grabbed my hands and paced toward the boundary

between our houses. She jumped across it to my side, I followed without
thinking. We sat under the boundary wall and slipped under the plants. It
was dense, no one could see us now. Her mother was near, she called her
name, again. We could hear her footsteps closing on us.

I looked at her face, all pink, and glowing, there was a smile on her face.
She looked at me, her smile widened as if whatever was happening didn't
frighten her. Maybe, it was the excitement and adrenaline.

Her mother called her name again. She placed her hand on her mouth and
started giggling. Her eyes looked even more beautiful. Then we heard
another voice, it was her sister-in-law, "She must be at her friend's. She
said she would come back in an hour or two."
"Which friend?" her mother asked.

"She didn't tell me that," her sister replied.

While Neha was losing control of her laughter, I started laughing too. We
heard her mother's footsteps moving away. The laughter continued. After
a few seconds, our laughter melted into a smile, and then the smile
melted into seriousness. She placed her forehead on mine, took a deep
breath and released the air in relief. She lifted her right hand and placed it
into my hair. I inhaled a breath of air smoothly and whispered, "What are
we doing?" Our eyes were closed.

She said, "Choosing to be happy." She started kissing me again.

I pulled myself back, and said, "Maybe, you should go home. We can talk
about what happened later."

"I can't." She pointed down to me. Only then, I realized all our clothes
were muddy, and wet (the plants were watered earlier, and the soil was
still wet).

"Anyway, I am at my friend's place, just like my sister-in-law said," she

said with a mischievous smile, and grabbed my head, and placed her lips
on mine.

After a few minutes, we stopped to catch our breath. Then started kissing
again. "What are we going to do?" she asked while kissing me.

"You mean, besides what we are doing right now," I prattled into her
mouth. I was beginning to lose control.

She pulled back. "About my clothes, you dummy," she said, laughing.
"Don't worry, there is a brand new automatic washing machine at my
home (My parents got it as some bonus from their job, they worked
together), and there is no one else home," I said, breathing deeply.

"What if someone came while I am there?"

"Nobody is coming till five in the evening."

"And what am I going to wear while I wash these clothes?" she asked with
a mischievous smile.

"We will see," I smiled back.

We came out of the bushes and looked around, while still sitting on our
knees. There was no one around. We stood up facing each other. "I don't
think that's a good idea", she said, this time seriously.

"Do you have any better idea," I asked.

"No," she replied.

"Then stop thinking," I said, then I grabbed her hand and started walking
into my house, but she didn't move. I looked back at her. She was smiling,
but her eyes looked afraid. I pulled her hands gently. She didn't move.

I went near her, and placed my left arm across her thighs, while the other
arm across her back, and lifted her into my arms. She didn't struggle. I
started walking towards my house. She wrapped her hands around my
neck and kept looking at me with a strange smile. I kissed her forehead in
a gesture that she could trust me, but I wasn't sure of that myself.

I took her upstairs to my room. It was a bedroom with a bathroom

attached to it. My laptop was on the study table. There was a Led Zeppelin
poster on the wall facing the chair. I could say by the look on her face, she
had never heard of it. I gently put her down. She kept her arms around my
neck and stood to face me. We looked at each other breathing gently.

As our eyes met, so did our lips. We started kissing, this time a little
roughly. She started biting my lips; I didn't stop her. I placed my hand on
her back, and smoothly moved them down to her waist, and started
massaging them gently to relax her; it worked. The only sound in the
room was of our kissing, and heavy breathing.

I was sure she was getting turned on, just like me. My hands moved
further down to her ass. They were so firm and round, I got a boner just by
touching them. I grabbed them tightly from the bottom and pulled them
up gently while spreading them apart. She inhaled a big breath of air, and
pressed her boobs against my chest, while pulling my face towards her,
and kissing me passionately.

We were breathing heavily. Our whole body was pressed against each
other's. I was sure she could feel my boner. I felt her boobs getting tighter
and her hard nipples pressing against my chest. I pulled her dupatta from
her neck. It was muddy on both ends, so I threw it on the floor. Her pale,
white, neck was exposed. I began to kiss all over her neck.

I moved down to her shoulders while my hands found the zip of her suit on
the back. I pulled it all the way down. Her suit was loose around her
boobs, and her cleavage was easier to see now. I was about to pull her
suit down when she whispered, "Wait," breathing heavily.

I stopped, but still, I kept kissing her neck, and moved up to her cheeks,
then her earlobe, and said, "What?" Her earring came off into my mouth.

"Where is the washing machine?" she asked.

I had totally forgotten about the clothes. I looked at her and smiled. I took
out the earring from my mouth and gave it to her. "It's downstairs", I said
in her ears, while kissing them, "Give me your clothes. I will put them to
wash. There is a bathroom here with a towel inside; you should go clean
up. It's all over your hair and hands." I pointed at the mud on her hair. "I
will find some of my sister's clothes for you to wear," I whispered while
still kissing her face.

She pushed me gently and went inside the bathroom. She handed me her
suit, and salwar from the side of the door. The thought that she was naked
inside my bathroom got my heart pounding. I picked up her dupatta too
and went downstairs.

After setting up the washing machine filled with both of our clothes, I
picked up my sister's t-shirt and jeans. I went up running with excitement.
I was in my underwear with a towel wrapped on top of it. There was
nothing on top. I guess I wasn't ashamed to show off my flat abs.

As I entered the room, I could hear the sound of the shower. I went to the
bathroom and saw that the door was still unlocked. I pushed it open
slowly, and peeked in. She was standing facing the other side, washing
her long, dark brown hair. I hadn't noticed her long, dark brown hair
before when she had them tied in a knot. Now, it were spread all over her
back, down to her waist.

I looked down at her fair, and perfectly shaped ass, supported by her long
legs. The water dripping from her hair rolled down over her ass cheeks in
small streams to her beautiful thighs, and travelling along her legs to her
heels.

She was looking up facing the shower. Suddenly, she began to turn
around. I saw her eyes were closed, so I kept looking at her. She was
facing me now. I saw her firm boobs shaking as she moved her hands
across her hair. Her pink nipples were so beautiful, I just wanted to kiss
them, instantly.

My eyes rolled down to her flat stomach and got stuck on her big belly
button. She was waxed clean down from there. As she moved her legs, I
caught a glimpse of her pussy, and then it disappeared into her thighs
again. My cock was about to burst. I was waiting for her thighs to move
again. Suddenly, she stopped moving altogether. I looked up, and
obviously, she was looking at me. I kept looking at her too.
She was totally still for a moment. The drops of water were falling on her
head from the shower, mostly to get lost in her long, dense hair. The few
drops which escaped were getting divided into the much smaller stream,
and rolling down over her forehead, over her both of the cheeks from the
side of her eyebrow. A bunch of different streams were making their way
from the middle of her eyebrows, rolling down from the sides, and over
her nose, passing from her lips which were slightly open, which made me
want to kiss her, even more. The water rolled further down, to her chin,
and dropped in a single stream.

Other streams of water, rolled across the neck to her shoulders and got
together into her cleavage. The water droplets on her boobs and nipples
were sliding slowly down. The rest of the water rolled down passing her
belly button and got lost between her thighs.

As I stood at the door, appreciating the beauty in front of me, she was still
looking at me with her eyes half open. Her hands were on her head. She
closed her eyes again, and pressed her hair to drain the water from it.
Then she slid her hands down to the back of the head, and then to her
neck, in a way that her elbow was pressed against her boobs. She stopped
there and opened her eyes again. She looked down at my clearly visible
boner, over the towel, and said, "Are you going to come in or what?"

"Just waiting for your permission, my lady," I said with a smile, and I got
in.

I took off the towel and placed it on the hook on the wall. While we were
looking into each other's eyes, I grabbed her hands with mine. Our palms
met, and we crossed our fingers. I placed my mouth on her lips and
started sucking the water rolling over them. I took her chin into my
mouth. She started moaning with slow but deep breaths.

"I want to lick all your body," I whispered.

"Who's stopping you?" she said. I kissed her ears, then moved to her neck.
She took my hands and placed them on her boobs. Her soft skin felt
wonderful rubbing against mine. I felt her hard nipples, rubbed them with
my palms, then grabbed her boobs, and started massaging them upward.
As I was planting kisses all over her neck. I felt her hands on my dick. She
grabbed it over my underwear and started rubbing it. I was overwhelmed
with pleasure. I looked into her eyes, she smiled, and we started eating
each other's lips.

After a few minutes of kissing and massaging her breasts, I turned her
with her back facing me. I moved her hair from her back to her front. Then
I moved my index finger along her spine, she leaned back, with the
sensation. I licked the back of her neck, her ears and moved down to her
back. Then I placed both my hands on her boobs and pressed them,
pulling her closer to me. A sharp moan escaped from her mouth. I pressed
my fully erect cock between her ass cheeks. She breathed in with her
mouth in response. Then she pressed her ass hard against my cock and
grabbed it between her ass cheeks. She started moving her pelvis up, and
down very slowly. I was drowning in the heavenly sensation.

I slid my right hand down over her belly to her pussy. She made a loud
moaning sound, as I touched it. I whispered, "Relax," and started rubbing
the outer lips of her pussy with my fingers. She stood on her toes and
pressed her ass hard against my dick. Our whole bodies were wet and
rubbing against each other.

Her face had turned red. I kissed her lips and pulled her tongue into my
mouth, as I pressed my middle finger into her inner lips, gently. She was
shaking with pleasure. Her pussy was wet with her juice, which made the
motion of my fingers smoother.

Our lips were locked, as I moved my fingers up and down on inner lips of
her wet pussy, all slippery with her juice. After a while, I moved my middle
finger up towards her clitoris. I was not sure I would be able to find it, but
as my finger made contact with the hood of her clit. Her whole body shook
with sensation, telling me that I had hit the right spot. I gently massaged
her clit with my finger moving sidewise.

After a minute or two, her whole body was shaking with pleasure. Her
pelvis was moving up and down, in a rhythm with my fingers moving. My
cock was fully erect along her ass crack, and with the motion of her ass, it
was getting harder.
I was massaging her breasts, with my other hand. At that moment, I was
wishing I had three hands. I moved my fingers down from her clit, along
her inner lips, until I found her opening. It was tighter than I expected. I
gently pushed my index finger inside. She exhaled with a gentle moan,
and leaned her head, back on my left shoulder, stretching her long neck,
inviting me to kiss all over. I was happy to do that.

My finger was instantly wet with her juice, and now moving smoothly
inside her pussy. I started rubbing her clit with my palm, as I pushed
another finger inside her, slowly. She took a deep breath. She opened her
eyes, and looked at me, over her shoulder. Her face had a mixed
expression of pleasure and pain.

The water was dripping from the tip of her nose. Her face looked so
beautiful; it was getting red with the rush of the blood. I pressed my lips to
hers, and slipped my tongue into her mouth, she started sucking it. I
continued rubbing her clit with my palm, while my fingers were still inside
her moving slowly. She bit my tongue. After a while, her pussy was
dripping with her cuntl fluids. She looked more relaxed and enjoying.

I moved down, licking her back along the spine and reached her ass. I
sucked her ass-cheeks as much as I could into my mouth while massaging
them with my hands. They turned red. She was holding onto the tap of the
shower with her hand, as she was standing on her toes. She had placed
her other hand into my hair, pushing my head on her ass. Her moaning
was getting louder. I wasn't worried about the sound, so I continued to
pleasure her. After I sucked her whole ass red, I moved down to the
smooth skin of her thighs and kissed them.

She turned around, and placed her left leg on my shoulder, and leaned on
the wall. I saw the pinkish red outer lips of her pussy, her small inner
pussy lips were swollen with excitement, slightly peeking out beautifully.
She smelled so good. She grabbed my hair and made me look up. "I want
you to lick my pinky," she said.

"PINKY!! That's what you call it," I laughed.

She said, "Shut up," and pushed my face into her pinky. The water was
still on, I sucked the water dripping from her pussy. She moaned. My
tongue found her clit and began its work. After a minute, her legs began
to shake, she couldn't stand up.

She moved, and grabbed the towel hanger from the back, for support. I
placed both her legs on my shoulders, and lifted her in my arms,
supporting her ass, while sitting on my knees. I started moving my tongue
from her opening to her clitoris in a periodic motion.

Her orgasm was close, I could tell by the shaking of her body. I pressed
my tongue into her cunt deep. She pulled herself up in reflex to the
orgasm. I grabbed her ass and pushed my tongue deeper. She came all
over my face and her thighs. She was shaking with orgasm. "Don't stop,"
was all she could whisper. I did as she wanted. Her pussy went into
spasm, tightening around my tongue. My face was covered with her sweet
and salty juice.

After a while, her orgasm went weaker, and she was relaxed and calmed. I
slowly put her down; her legs were so weak from the orgasm, she couldn't
stand up without my support. Then we both sat down on the floor. She
kissed me passionately.

She whispered into my ears smoothly, "I want you inside me." She was
still breathing heavily.

"I don't have protection," I said, regretfully.

"I don't care," she said.

"Let's go to my bed then, it will be more comfortable." I was exploding

from the inside.

We both dried ourself with the towel and walked into the bedroom. She
opened the towel wrapped around her and sat upon the bed. I climbed on
the bed and sat on my knees. I pulled her toward me and lifted her into
my arms. We started kissing each other. I kissed her nipples and put her
down. She lied down on her back, while looking at me, and spread her
legs.
Her pussy was visible more clearly in the light coming from the window; it
was wet again. I leaned forward and kissed her. Then I moved down to her
breasts. I kissed and sucked her nipples. I moved my hands on her pussy,
and rubbed it, for a while. Then, I pushed two of my fingers into her cunt.
She opened her mouth in pain. I was a bit shocked that she had been
married for three years now. How can she be so inexperienced, and her
pussy so tight?

I looked into her eyes and pressed my lips to hers. I pulled her tongue into
my mouth and started massaging it with my lips, moving up and down. I
started moving my fingers slowly. She started moving her body in rhyme.
She was beginning to enjoy the fingers inside her. As I felt her pinky was
loose enough, I pushed my third finger into it.

After a while, I felt her hands on my cock . She grabbed my dick and
guided it to her cunt. She whispered, "I'm ready."

I placed my dick on her cunt. I rubbed my cock on her inner lips and her
clitoris. Then I pushed it, gently, inside. She made a moaning sound with
pain while inhaling a lung full of air. I place my fingers into her still wet
hair and tried to relax her, kissing her forehead.

Her face was glowing pinkish red with the blood rushing through her body,
due to the excitement. She looked so beautiful, I couldn't believe I was
inside her. I pushed further. She looked up and kissed me. She almost bit
my lips off.

I started moving my dick into her pussy slowly. She looked a little relaxed
after a while. As I felt that her pain began to melt into pleasure, I pulled
her tongue into my mouth a little strongly, and I pushed my dick,
smoothly, and slowly, all the way into her. After a while, her pain was
totally gone, and the pleasure took over.

Our bodies were moving into a rhythm. I sat on my knees and pulled her
into my arms. I started pumping my dick into her, faster. She was
moaning loudly. She kept whispering in my ears, "Don't stop". I had no
intention to stop.
She pushed me back, and sat on top of me, and started jumping on my
dick. Now, I began to enjoy it, I closed my eyes and felt the pleasure. She
leaned and kissed me, then we looked at each other as she ran her fingers
into my hair while mine were on her boobs, supporting her weight. I began
stroking even faster.

"I'm coming," I whispered into her ears.

"So am I," she said, "I want you to cum inside me."

I was a little shocked with what she just said, but looking at the
confidence in her eyes, I was in no position to disobey.

I turned on top of her, and grabbed her face, I started pacing my strokes.
We looked at each other. Our bodies were shaking rapidly into a rhythm.
She was moaning in a gentle voice. Her body started shaking with another
orgasm. Her pussy was tightening around my cock , then relaxing, and
then tightening again. I kept pumping it into her. After a while, her cunt
was filled with my cum. I kept stroking until our bodies gave up.

We were drowning in each other's sweat. I fell on the side of her. She
turned and grabbed me tight. The room was silent for a while except for
the sound was our breathing.

The buzzer of the washing machine buzzed. We both got up. I handed her
the tissue paper. I got dressed. She wrapped the bedsheet around her,
and we went downstairs.

"Can you make some tea while I take out the clothes from the machine?"
she asked.

"Sure," I said.
She took the clothes out and spread them on the rope under the fan. They
were almost dry, just needed little air. The tea was ready. We sat across
the table, facing each other, and took sips of the tea, from our cups.

"When are you leaving?" I broke the silence.

"Tomorrow morning," she said.

"Will I be seeing you again?"

There was a silence. I got the answer to my questions. We finished our

tea. She was still in my bedsheet. I kept looking at her beautiful face, and
her pale white neck. Then she checked her suit, it was dry.

"Where can I change?" she asked.

"I want to watch you change, can I?" I asked.

She smiled at me, then took off the sheet from her body. I looked at her
beautiful breasts for one the last time. She changed in front of me. After
she was done, she looked at me, and said, "I should go."

"Yeah," I said.

She began to leave. I didn't want to let her go. She was almost out of the
door.

"Wait," I said, desperately.

She looked back. I slowly walked toward her. Our eyes were fixed on each
other. She came near me and whispered, "What?" while looking into my
eyes with concern.
"Your earrings," I said, and handed her the earrings.

She took the earrings and looked down. Then she turned to leave.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her. She fell into my arms. I grabbed her
face and kissed her. She kissed me back. I was hoping for this kiss to last
forever; nothing does. She placed both her hands on my chest and pushed
me gently.

"You know, when I said you should talk to me, I wasn't hoping to get into
your pants. I mean that. If something is bothering you, you can talk to me
about it, anytime. I'm not sure if it will help, but I will do whatever I can to
help," I said while holding her hands.

She looked at me and smiled. There was a strange glow in her eyes like
she had found something. Unlike before when she seemed weak and
helpless, now there was a feeling of strength in her eyes.

"You already helped," she said and left.

My Neighbour Girl-2

"You've already helped," that's what she said before leaving. It's been
almost two months since that day, and I distinctly remember every single
detail. I have relived those moments over and over in my head every day,
how we began talking, her smile, her eyes, how she laughed, when she
cried, the way she moved, her body, her smell, and the taste of her lips,
the taste of her nipples, and her pussy. I remember how our bodies were
rubbing against each other when I was inside her.
But, most of all, I remember the moment when she left. We kissed for the
last time, then she turned away to leave, her last words as she looked
back over her shoulder. There was a deep smile on her face, her cheeks
still had the red blush from the orgasms she had. Her eyes looked like
they had a smile of their own. It was like she had felt happy in a very long
time like she had never been loved that way before. I kind of felt proud to
make her feel that way. But there was something else in her eyes too. I
can't be sure what it was.

"You've already helped," those were the last word I heard in her sweet
voice. I guess I fell in love with her at that exact moment!

Love!

Seriously, even the thought of that word sent chills down my spine. I
shook my head out of these thoughts. I had been sitting there for the last
two hours and this was all I could think about.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention, 'there' stands for the headquarters of

Pune's, one of the biggest IT companies. I got the call for a job interview
two weeks back. I got there in Pune the night before. I stayed in a nice
hotel and now, I was sitting in a hall with seventeen other candidates for
the interview.

Through all this time the only thing I was worried about is what she was
hiding behind her smile, that her eyes were trying to tell me, but I was so
ignorant to understand.

"Shouldn't I be worried about what am I going to talk about in my

interview? Maybe I'm in love with her after all." My lips stretched in a
smile with the thought. Almost immediately the smile turned into a frown,
in frustration of failing to lose that thought. "I can't be in love with a
married girl with whom I had sex, accidentally."

This is the biggest opportunity I was gonna get for a job. I've got a few
more calls for interviews with different companies, both in Pune, and
Bangalore. But they are nothing compared to this one. I wasn't sure I
would even be selected for the interview there. Now that I was there, I
wanted the job so badly.

I heard from other candidates that they called seventeen people to

interview just for two job openings, but nobody is totally sure. Everyone
has heard about it from someone else. These companies never disclose
how many openings they have. I guess it makes the interview more
suspenseful, or it's just their way to look sophisticated.

Suddenly, my mind was pulled back from these thoughts when I heard my
name from the assistant's desk. It was a girl in her early twenties, sitting
behind the desk, just outside the interview room. She was perusing
through everyone's resume and marking some specifics, I guess, to make
the interviewer's job easy. From time to time she would call for a name of
the candidate who was next for interview.

The girl behind the desk was fairly hot, just like any typical assistant. She
was wearing a thick makeup on her face. I bet it would have taken more
than an hour just to preen her eyes. Her lips were glowing red in contrast
to her white face. She had a white shirt with dark blue, vertical lines on it.
It was tucked inside a tight black, leather skirt, which started just little
below her thin waist and ended a few inches above her knees. Looking at
the mound on her shirt, clearly, she had gorgeous breasts for her size.
Looking at her posture, I could tell her height wouldn't be more than five
feet, five inches.

She was sitting behind the desk with her legs crossed. Every time she
changed her legs crossing, people's head turned that way like a perpetual
clockwork machine. Some of the candidates were constantly staring at
her. I guess I would have done the same if I wasn't preoccupied with
someone else, who was way more beautiful than the girl at the desk, and
in my mind, she was completely naked.

So, when she called my name, I looked at her, she pointed toward the
door, suggesting I was next. I stood up, checked my shirt's collar and
sleeves, then I walked inside.

The moment I walked into the room I was a bit confused. There were
supposed to be five people sitting in the room to interview me, but all I
saw was a big round table and several revolving chairs spread around it.
They were all empty except one at the far end from me. I couldn't see who
was sitting in it because it was facing away from me towards the
transparent glass wall. I could see several other buildings outside, almost
as high as the one I was in.

"Excuse me, is this the room where the job interview is going on?" I tried
to sound confident.

The chair turned around in a swift motion. There was a lady sitting on it.
She was looking down at a file in her lap, with a bunch of papers inside it.
Maybe it was my biodata.

"Yes, it is," she said without looking up. Her voice sounded familiar.

The room went silent again. I was standing near the door, holding a file of
my documents in my hands, looking at her for the next move. She was
still looking down. Her shoulder length hair was tied in a ponytail. Her
attire looked very professional, a white shirt, and glasses.

"Please take a seat.... Mr. Mohit, is it?" She gestured with her hand while
holding a pen in her fingers, this time looking at me.

She was wearing a crimson red lipstick, which suited her fair white face.
Her glasses made her look more authoritarian while maintaining her
feminine beauty, if not enhancing it. Her voice caught my attention once
again. 'Is it Neha, sitting in front of me,' I wondered. I shook my head to
clear my thoughts, 'I have to get her out of my head.'

"Yes, Mohit it is," I replied with a smile. I pulled the chair facing her and
sat.

"Let's talk about your college, and your project," she said with a
welcoming smile.
I began talking about the skills I learned during my projects. She would
stop me, and ask questions, where she thought fit, then I would continue. I
was looking straight at her to look confident.

She was sitting at a distance, so I could see more than her face without
moving my eyes. Her hands were rested on the table in front of her. She
was leaned back in her chair comfortably. I noticed that the top two
buttons of her shirt were open. Her breasts were almost the same size as
Neha's. Even her face looked very similar. It was frustrating that I had
started comparing every girl with her.

I kept talking while trying to keep Neha out of my head. I looked down on
the table for a moment, and I looked back at her. She leaned in on the
table, with her hands supporting her weight, and stood up slowly enough
that I got a good look at her cleavage, slightly visible from her unbuttoned
shirt. She started walking toward me. She had a thin waist. Her shirt was
tucked in a black, leather skirt, just like the girl outside the room.

As she took steps toward me, I got more and more intimidated. I started
looking down, my voice almost started stuttering. As she was halfway far
from my chair, I looked up, and what I saw, flushed all the feelings away. I
was speechless. I wasn't sure what I was feeling now; the only thing I was
sure about was, it was her....

She came close and stood up next to me, resting her hips on the table for
support. Our eyes were fixed on each other. She was smiling with a sense
of achievement, that she had fooled me for this long.

"Neha, what.... What are you doing here?" I asked softly. The interview
was long gone from my mind. I didn't even notice my lips were stretched
in a big smile.

"Interviewing you, apparently," she replied mischievously, tilting her head,

exposing her clear jawline, looking down at me. I wanted to kiss her
instantly.

"Those glasses look really nice on you," I said.

"They do," she smiled. "You know, it's going to take a lot more than a
compliment if you want to get this job." She sat on the table in front of
me.

Now, I just wanted to kiss her lips. I was about to stand up when she
placed her left foot on my right shoulder and pushed me back in my seat.
I didn't notice when she took off her heels. Her long legs were spread in
front of my face, one at my shoulder, pushing me into my seat, and then
the other foot on my thigh, slowly inching toward my lap. I could clearly
see her red panties under her skirt.

My eyes were fixed on her sexy, red panties when her right foot slowly
slithered on my cock . It was already getting hard. I looked at her face,
amazed by the path this interview had taken. She was looking right at me,
smiling, but her looks made it clear that she was the boss in here. She was
pretty eloquent without even speaking about what she wanted next.

I kissed her leg while stroking gently with my hand, and started moving up
toward her knee; she trembled. Then I switched to her other leg, which
was still rested on my lap, gently massaging my cock , fully erect now. I
kissed her knee. My hands were on her thighs, caressing them over her
skirt.

I looked up at her, her face was already turning pink with excitement; she
looked more beautiful than ever. I just wanted to kiss all over her face,
and her lips, but she had a different plan about how things were going to
be, and she was the boss. She grabbed my right hand with her left and
guided it to the back of her skirt. I thought she wanted me to grab her ass,
but then my fingers felt the zip of the skirt. I pulled it all the way down,
her tight, leather skirt was loose around her waist.

I moved her skirt up towards her waist, pulling her closer to my face,
desperately. She gave me a big smile with a chuckling and breathed in.
Her chest expanded with the breathing, inviting my attention to her
breasts. I moved my right hand to grab them but she slapped my hand
away. She commanded with her beautiful eyes, to focus my attention on
her legs. I was totally under her spell, and kind of enjoying it.

I kept kissing her smooth beautiful thighs, switching from one to other. A
thin line of wetness began to appear on her panties over her bald pussy.
The smell was all the more inviting. I explored her inner thighs with my
lips and tongue, reaching closer to her pelvis. I was caressing her ass with
my hands simultaneously.

As I reached in front of the wet line on her panties, the sweet smell of her
pussy filled my nostrils. I blew warm air from my mouth on it, her ass
fluttered in my hands with sensation. She jerked her pelvis towards my
mouth, to make the contact but I pulled back. She grabbed my hair and
pulled to make me look at her. I smiled, making it clear to her that we
both can play the games. She breathed in desperately while giving me a
broad, cunning smile.

I kissed her all around her thighs, intentionally avoiding her sensitive part.
She moaned heavily. She was leaning back with her hands supporting her
weight. I shucked her thighs' smooth skin, close to her pussy. Her legs
started shaking in arousal. Her panties were totally wet along her pussy. I
touched her panties, where her clitoris would be, with the tip of my
tongue, then pulled back. Her pelvis jerked in a wave, which moved up
through her spine to her shoulders.

She begged in frustration, "Com'on, pleeeeas."

I smiled at her. Then I pulled her panties to a side and looked at her pink,
wet pussy. 'Pinky,' she called it. She lied down on the table. She grabbed
my head with her both hands and pushed it on her Pinky, forcibly. She
wrapped her legs around my head tightly in excitement. I didn't protest.

As I started licking her pussy from her opening to her clitoris and back, I
felt another hand on my shoulder, shaking it gently. I heard a faint voice,
"Mr. Mohit."

I was aghast with the knowledge that someone else was in the room. The
hand on my shoulder shook me again, a little harder at this time.

"Mr. Mohit."
I heard the same voice again, but louder this time. I pulled back to my
chair in fear and looked at the person whose hand was on my shoulder. It
was the assistant, the girl sitting behind the desk, looking at me smiling.

"Mr. Mohit, you are next for the interview," she said with a smile. "Actually
you are the last one."

I was still in shock. I looked back at the table, except, there was no table,
no Neha. There was a small desk in front of me. I was still in the waiting
room. There was a puddle of my drool on the table.

"How long was I asleep? Where is everybody?" I asked in a single breath.

"Don't worry, it's alright. You were the last on the list. The interviewers
have taken a break. They will be back in ten minutes," she assuaged me.
Her eyes fell down in my chair, she suddenly looked back at me with a
grin and then went back to her desk. Only then I realized, I had a full
erection. I also felt a wet oyster of my cum in my underwear. I was totally
abashed. My lips went dry with embarrassment. I ran towards the
washroom.

After spending mind-numbing, one and a half hour in the interview room, I
was finally out of the building. The interview was quite alright, but there
wasn't a lot of hope to begin with, so I wasn't celebrating, but I wasn't sad
either.

I was expecting a call from my mother, she had said she would call me
around six. It was ten minutes past that, so I decided to call her myself. I
put my hand in my pocket to grab my phone, it wasn't there. I checked all
other pockets in reflex, but couldn't find my phone. I have a habit of losing
my phone at random places, and I am quite careless about it but this was
my first smartphone, and it was very expensive too. My sister had given it
to me as a gift.

I kept myself calm. I was sure I had left it somewhere, so while my brain
wondered about the possible places where I could have left the phone, I
checked my backpack, just to be sure. I was right, it wasn't in there. After
eliminating all the places I had been since I last saw my phone, I
concluded it must be in the washroom where I did some things I am too
embarrassed to mention here. I ran back inside the building.

When I reached the intended floor, I saw that the assistant girl was still
behind her desk looking through some files. My face became numb at the
thought of facing her again after that incident. Somehow I managed to
look straight, thinking this is one last time and I can forget about it, once
and for all.

"Can I help you with anything?" she asked with the same cursory smile.

"I think I left something in the washroom," I replied, pointing towards the
washroom, and headed that way. I looked everywhere, twice. There was
no sign of my phone in there. Finally, I came out of the washroom,
disappointed. I saw the girl was wrapping her files and putting them in the
locker beside her.

"Did you find your thing in there," she asked while still busy with her
locker. It seemed like she was enjoying my misery.

"No," I responded without any expression.

She turned toward her desk, opened her drawer, and started searching for
something among the pages. I was meaning to ask her if she knew
anything about my phone, but before I could say anything, she spoke, "Is
this what you are looking for?"

"Yes," I said, with a deep sigh of relief. She had my phone in her hands.

She handed the phone to me. She had long nails, all painted sparkling
blue, which caught my attention.

"Why didn't you say something before?" I asked with a smile, trying not to
be ungrateful.
"I was about to, but you rushed into the washroom," she answered.

"Thank you very much!" I said.

"It's all right," she said. "I know this whole job interview thing can be very
taxing." She picked up her leather handbag, and we both started walking
toward the elevator.

"Interview was fine. I blame the waiting," I said. I was beginning to

overcome my embarrassment. "I was first to walk in here, and last to
leave." I pressed the button for the elevator. We both hopped in. She
pressed the button for the ground floor.

"The nap you had, that must have helped," she said laughing.

I smiled. "No, it didn't." Her eyes met mine, her laughter changed into a
smile.

"What do you think, would you get the job?" she asked. It seemed she
already had the answer to that question.

"I don't know." I didn't want to talk about it.

It was silent for a moment. Then our eyes met again. Neither of us looked
away. I finally asked, "Do you want to get a drink or something." I wasn't
hoping for anything, it was a shot in the dark. I just wanted to keep 'Neha'
out of my head.

After one and half hours, I was sitting at a nice bar with the first hookup of
my life. We had killed six bottles of beer between us. Surprisingly, I was
enjoying talking to her. I just hoped she felt the same.

As she was talking about how her parents weren't okay with her being
single and working in such a big city, my eyes fell on her lips and I
involuntarily leaned toward her. She leaned closer too, but then she
looked at the crowd in the bar.

"Do you wanna get out of here? It's getting crowded." She smiled while
looking down at her beer. She was moving her index finger around the
opening of the bottle, probably unknowingly.

I knew what that meant. "As much as I love that, I have to catch my train
in about forty-five minutes." I looked at my phone for the time, regretting
what I had said. "I really enjoyed the time we had."

"I did too," she said. "You should start moving, if you really want to catch
that train. I would hate it if you missed both of us."

We split the bill. I booked an Uber and we were waiting for it on the
sidewalk.

"For what it's worth, I think you had the best resume among all the
candidates, by far," she said, facing me. Her face was a few inches from
mine.

"Do you seriously mean that or you're just trying to get into my pants," I
said with a grin on my face.

She laughed. Our lips were about to touch, but we were interrupted, my
phone rang. It was the cab driver.

"Hope you get the job," she said, with a deep smile. Her eyes fixed on
mine, as I sat in the cab. We shook hands and the cab pulled me away.

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I was sipping tea from my cup, standing in the balcony outside my room,
leaning against the railing when I heard a horn just outside my home. I
usually stand there on the balcony, whenever I am not doing something
important. It was the same place where it all started, where I first saw her
that day.

At first, I used to stand there in the hope that I might see her again, but
that never happened. With time I began to accept what it was, a one-time
thing. I hardly even thought about her. Well, I did think about her, about
the wonderful time we had together but I had stopped expecting to see
her again. But standing in the balcony while holding a cup of tea had
become a soothing routine in the evening. It was the monsoon at that
time, and a pleasant rain made it all the more fun.

I had packed my backpack, once again. I was leaving for Delhi for my last
interview at midnight. I haven't heard from any of the places I had
interviewed with. So, in a way, this was my last chance. I was doing some
self-assessment about my performance and I heard the horn again. It was
unusual because the colony was a no horn zone. I figured someone must
be honking at the door because it was locked from the inside. It must be
my sister; she was coming here just to meet me before I leave.

I ran down at the door and opened it. A stunning motorbike drove right
into my garage and almost hit me. It wasn't my sister. It was Vivek, my
only friend in town. We used to call him Toto, as in the monkey in Ruskin
Bond's stories because he is never at peace. And he is crazy for
motorcycles.

"Couldn't you ring the bell? You know it's a no horn zone," said I, knowing
he did not care.

"I could, but this beast was dying to roar," he said, pointing at the bike.
"Look at this beauty, 286cc engine, 7500 rpm torque, and weighs around
140 kg, it's marvelous." His big brown eyes were glowing like that's the
only thing he needed to live.

"It is a beauty but how did you get your hands on her?" I asked looking at
the bike. "It's not even launched in India, yet."
It wasn't such a big surprise to me. His family was the richest in town, and
probably in the state too.

"Well, you know me," he said with his chest filled with a breath of pride.

I wasn't as crazy about bikes as him, but I used to love these things when
we first learned to drive. "Now, get off and let me try it," I said, pulling him
off the bike.

"Remember when we used to get drunk and go for a tea at night when I
had bought my first bike," he said while getting off the bike.

"Yeah, and every time it would turn into a road trip, and we would end up
in an unknown place in the morning with a massive hangover," I said
smiling sarcastically. "That I can't forget."

"And then we would drink more beer to get that hangover off," he said,
punching my shoulder. His arms were bigger than mine.

A flash of light hit both of our eyes. My sister drove in on her scooty.

"Hi guys," she said, taking off her helmet. "Cool jacket." She pointed at
the leather jacket Vivek was wearing.

"Yeah, you want it," he joked showing off his jacket.

"So you bought a new one. That makes it like what, your fiftieth bike," she
said to Toto.

"Noooo," he said. "It's my eighth." He seemed kind of sad about it. "And
you are not allowed to touch it."
"So, your house must be full of these stupid bikes, where are you going to
park this one?" She liked to mess with all my friends. "They are all
dumbasses," she used to say.

"Oh, I gonna park it right here in front of your house." He teased her.

"Ok Mohee, when you are done with this monkey, come inside. I have
something for you." And she went inside. Only my sister called me that.

"Listen," he ignored her. "what were we talking about? Yeah road trip.
Let's go for a road trip. You can ride one of my other bikes, or even this
one if you want." He seemed very enthusiastic.

"You know I can't. Don't you remember I am leaving for Delhi tonight, plus
we are way past the age to do such impulsive and stupid stuff anymore?" I
was so tempted by his offer.