A One Time
Who says colleagues can’t be thick of friends? Certainly, Kabir and Naina have forged this belief. While Kabir was a happy-go-lucky young man, Naina was a sensible and very confident woman in her early twenties. They worked in the same organisation, and clicked instantly during their first official meeting. Her hands on sales, and his expertise in operations complimented, and benefited not only them, but the company too.
Within a period of two years, their equation was appreciated, though majorly misinterpreted. Their understanding was misunderstood for a sparkling chemistry. Kabir gave no heed to such speculations, and cherished Naina’s presence out of office every time. He depended on her for every bit of advice, and help. She never hesitated to turn down others for him.
One day they decided to party hard, and zeroed-in on a famous discotheque in western Mumbai. Gulping down a few Vodka shots, Kabir lost his control, and asked Naina for a dance. She was tipsy, and was reluctant to let go of the barstool. Understanding her concern, without pestering her further, he pulled up his socks instead, and decided to dance all by himself. A girl hit his buttocks accidentally. He turned around to her apology. Giving a smile to her, he moved closer to Naina, and continued swaying to the beats. Naina’s countenance made him question, ‘Can I ask you one thing?’ She nodded with a smile.
He asked, ‘Do you love me?’
She enquired suspiciously, ‘Why?’
He responded, ‘Just wanted to know. Though I keep telling everyone we are best friends, no one cares for my petition.’
She answered, ‘Of course, I do!’ The intensity in her words stunned him. Grinning from ear to ear, she continued, ‘Dumbo, that’s because we are greatest friends, now come, let’s dance.’
Regaining his composure, he joined her, and they danced till they were interrupted by the bouncers. Laughing their way back to their respective homes, they tried booking two different cabs. However, owing to the late night, he suggested her to stay-over at his house instead. She readily agreed, and was thankful to him for his concern. He gave her a pair of his shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. After freshening up, he queried, ‘By the way, will you be comfortable in sharing the bed with me, or should I sleep outside?’
She replied, ‘Are you mad? Shut up and sleep here.’
He quickly replied, ‘Cool! I’m too tired to utter even a single more word.’ Keeping the French windows of his bedroom, and the curtains wide open for the street lights to peep in, he switched off the lights. ‘Naina, feel free to bother if you need anything, okay?’ Saying this, he lied on the bed facing his back to her.
She asked, ‘Can we switch on the AC?’
Though he had shared his bed with many women, the thought of sleeping with Naina was giving him shudders. Switching on the AC meant closing the windows, and the curtains, which he wanted to avoid in every possibility. Hiding his inhibitions, he conveyed, ‘Since, it’s raining, the room will be cooled in a while. I’m sure you would not want the AC then.’ However, before he could finish, she got up and said, ‘No, let’s switch it on. It’s too hot!’ She closed the windows, and drew the curtains to prohibit even the slightest of light to penetrate the room, and the ac was set at the lowest temperature, and laid back on the bed very close to him.
A couple of minutes later, she probed, ‘Kabir, what’s wrong with you? Why don’t you face me?’
Summing up his words, he said, ‘Actually, I am finding this side more relaxing.’
‘No way! It’s insulting. Turn this side.’ She ordered. Finally, facing the ceiling, he slept on his back, and kept his hands on his chest, and legs crossed. While he was adjusting his
posture, she requested, ‘Can you please stretch your hand? I want to rest my head on it.’ By now, his bulge had started giving him embarrassment. Butterflies in his stomach, and anxiety continued traumatizing him. She raised her hand and placed on his chest.
Losing control, he uttered, ‘Listen, this is uncomfortable for me.’
She enquired, ‘Why? What happened? And why is your hand so cold? Are you alright?’ His body had cooled down drastically, and was shivering.
‘Uh nothing, I am just feeling cold.” Came a meek reply. Deep down his thirst for physical attention had mutilated his mind.
She turned him towards her and wrapped her legs around his. His left palm rested firmly on the bed, while her grip on him tightened. He could feel her heavy and warm breath on his chest. While her right hand had pulled him towards her, her left arm laid straight beneath them lying near his bulge. The slow motion of her fingers near his excitement made his left hand raise from the bed to behind her neck. Slowly his hand slipped inch by inch towards the back. The tension was awkward yet tantalizing. The tips of the fingers were playing with whatever was coming on the way. Slowly, his fingers searched for the route to her strap through the sleeveless shirt, just like the rain water finding their own channel. Meanwhile her palm had cupped him.
His fingers forgetting all the boundaries, released the strap and played with the back in small and continuous circles. And then struck a moment, when her palm held him down there firmly, and his fingers stopped the light coiling. His palm held her strongly against him. Slowly, his hand paced from her back to front, along the lining of the bra, loosening it further. The thumb having done its job no better, pressed against her stiff nipple. The light moans releasing from her excited him further. His thumb had gotten to one of her most sensitive zones, and knew how to stimulate her all the more. It kept making the rings right around the nipple while the other fingers gradually engulfed her right breast.
With her stimulating groans his right hand pulled her hair behind slowly, and gave a peck on her forehead. Her moist breath brushed his lips and she pecked on his chin. Meanwhile their hands were giving best of services to their respective targets. He lowered and kissed her slowly, one by one, on both the eyes, nose, and both the cheeks. The touch of the two sets of the lips ceased their actions. Both could feel the heavy and warm breath. His pair of lips graciously veiled her upper lip. Her lower lip sheathed the lower of his. The gap slowly widened for his tongue to explore.
Going further down, he slid kissing every inch of her neck and making way till his lips found her firm nipple. His lips opened exhaling hot air onto it. Her breast leaned forward and pressed against his teeth. While his humid tongue was circling her, his left hand had found its way back to her butts through the shorts and pressed them amusingly. Within seconds, her shorts was pulled out swiftly, and he was on her. Throwing away his t-shirt, he bent forward again to caress the other breast this time. Wrapping her legs around his waist, they were into each other. While one of her breasts was exposed to one of his highly-skilled hands, the other one was being fed upon passionately. The temperature of the room had skipped their understanding as was their bond as colleagues. It was just a quest of mitigating their boiling blood.
His body partially slid over hers leisurely to give way for the other unused hand of his to move into her pantie. The hand reached to the already wet territory. His spirit had flown high thinking his charisma had worked. The middle and the ring finger of his started playing with her flaps, and circling her alternatively. The convulsive movements of her body was a clear indication of the excellency of his work. The two of his finger after teasing her for a while, slowly got into her. The slow and measured engagements of his fingers annoyed her. She wanted him in her altogether but he wanted to play some more. Unable to control the heat, she pushed him aside and reversed their positions pulling out his shorts. And in no time she was feeding on his, giving him the most pleasurable feeling of the world. He laid relaxed and wanted her to taste him more and to more of his length.
Bit by bit moving upwards, the tip of her tongue swayed from his bellybutton to his nipples and by the time it could reach his neck, one of her hands tucked him into her and both of them moaned loudly. She sat inaudibly and remained motionless for some time making sure he reached to the deeper levels. Eroticism was in its peak, and the moans were doing the talk. The slow humping, the clutches, and the vigorous breast awakened the beast in him, and in a fraction of second, he had pulled himself up and rolled over to be on her. The passionate stroking clubbed with the hangover and the rain occasioned in a mutual climax. He fell and rested on her arms, and finally slept cupping her behind.
Kabir had never thought of sleeping with Naina, and this thought was afflicting him from within the following morning. Still lying on bed, tugging a few strand of her hair behind her ear, he was unable to think of getting over the guilt. He prepared tea and moves to the balcony of his living room. While he was engrossed with thoughts, Naina joined him and sat next to him.
After an obnoxious silence of couple of minutes, she asked, “Are you alright?”
Clearing his throat, he replied, “Uh ya. I’m.”
She countered, “You don’t seem to be.” Seeing the discomfort, she resumed, “Look, just because we had sex, doesn’t imply we love each other romantically, or we will see each other. I hope you agree to that.” He looked straight into her eyes, and listened patiently. She got up and continued while walking towards the fences, “Like every need and desire, our bodily requirements are equally important. Sex is an integral part in keeping the mind unwavering, and most importantly happy”
He was easing out. She said, resting her back on the railings and looking at him, “Just tell me one thing, when you are hungry, you go out to eat. You relish the served food at the restaurant and leave. Do you really keep thinking about it? No right? So what’s this fuss about having sex. We are adults, and whatever happened was consensual. Just throw away your reserves. I have enjoyed it, and I would never let this hamper our bond. Therefore, just chill. This is no big a deal!”
Sitting next to him, she concluded, “Unlike most, who infer sex as love, people like me believe it’s a stress buster. Sports, Food, Shopping, Movies etcetera rejuvenates many, and sex does it for me. It isn’t cliché any more for girls to have sex just to de-stress themselves. So stop worrying and be back to the original you. It was a one-time thing, and let’s keep it as a memorable night rather than an embarrassment. Gotcha?”
Kabir was spellbound, and was impressed with Naina’s maturity. She made him understood the trivial things which happens in day-to-day life. They hugged each other and got ready for a road trip to Lonavala. Ever since then, they have entered that zone where there is no looking back.
The more conservative our minds will be, the lesser open will we be, to good and positive things. Understanding and respecting emotions are very important in leading a happy life today, along with keeping an open mind-set. Predefined and closed mind forbids from being considerate which will eventually make life a melancholic journey towards end.
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