Loading...Neeta stared out of the window of the coach, the mountain air cool against her warm face. As the wind fanned her face she felt all her troubles falling away far into the depths of the valley below. Looking towards the mountains, she fervently hoped that this holiday would revive her sagging spirits and confidence in herself.
Sighing contentedly she looked at her nineteen year old son, Nikhil, sitting next to her playing on his PSP. Her younger son was away at boarding school. This was a hard earned, eagerly awaited holiday, planned two months in advance with her brother, his wife Aditi and their eighteen year old son Karan.
She always enjoyed Aditi’s company. Aditi was a mature forty-one year old who was neither frivolous nor shallow and who rarely lost her composure. It was so easy to talk to her. She was a sympathetic listener. Understanding more than what you told her, never giving unsolicited advice and she was never judgmental. Neeta valued Aditi’s opinions and admired her confidence in the face of every obstacle that came in life. She could confide in her knowing her secrets were safe forever. A feeling of warmth enveloped her as she thought of Aditi. She always felt protected whenever they were together.
A frown contracted her smooth brow. Recently, however, she had undergone a subtle change of feelings for Aditi which she was unable to understand.
An hour and she would be at the coach drop point where her brother would come to pick them up in his car and take them to the hotel where they had already booked a double room for Neeta and Nikhil and a triple room for Aditya and his family in advance, for four days and three nights, with the option to extend one more day if the boys wanted to.
Her husband was away on a business trip, as usual. She was relieved that he could not come. She always had a feeling of oppressive bondage whenever he was around. Such instances, thankfully, were few. He spent twenty-five days a month out of town but the few days he did spend in town he made her life as miserable as he could. He could with a few harsh and cruel words successfully tear her confidence to shreds and she was left trembling in fear. The physical abuse and beatings always came later after a couple of drinks.
She had never confided in anyone except Aditi. In fact Aditi’s sharp and penetrative intelligence had easily seen through the deception years ago but she had refrained from saying anything to Neeta lest she feel belittled. But one day Aditi had found Neeta crying uncontrollably and since then Neeta had never been able to hide anything from her. That day the carefully built dam of pent up emotions had burst forth in the face of Aditi’s sensitive understanding. She understood Neeta better than her mother ever could.
She had many a time cried on her shoulder, sharing intimate details of her unsuccessful married life. Aditi had always dropped everything and come to her help whenever she had called. Over the years Aditi had been a pillar of strength because of which she had found the courage to stand up to the brute of a husband but had never thought of leaving him for the sake of her two boys. She jerked herself and refused to dwell upon that part of her life. This holiday was too precious to be lost in bitter reverie.
Before seething anger could raise its ugly head and consume every vestige of sanity, the bus came to a halt and she saw her brother waving at her while her tall nephew came bounding towards them.
Neeta looked around.
“Where is Aditi?” she asked, carefully getting down from the bus.
“At least greet those who are present,” Aditya said in mock affront.
After the preliminary greetings were over Aditya placed his sister’s suitcases in the boot of his car. Telling the excited boys to get in at the back, his sister sitting next to him, he answered, “She is at the hotel unpacking. By the time we reach she will have finished and can help you unpack.”
Neeta sat back contentedly in the seat and closed her eyes feeling happy and relaxed after a long time. She was glad that she had agreed to this holiday, as she had been able to get out of the daily grind at work.
In twenty minutes they reached the hotel parking lot. The boys were out of the car even before it came to a halt. Neeta slowly, languidly got out, savoring every moment not wanting to miss anything on this trip. Aditya locked the car and taking out her suitcases from the boot, motioned her to follow. She nodded and fell in step.
Neeta pulled in a deep breath, the fresh air expanding her lungs. Someone was waving from the far end of the compound. Neeta forgot to exhale as she recognized Aditi. Her breath caught in her throat. Was that Aditi? She looked closely at Aditi’s tall, lean figure moving gracefully towards her. Neeta could not stop staring. Her eyes widened in wonder and amazement. Where had Aditi been hiding that figure? It was impossible.
Aditi was wearing tight fitting black jeans and a red shirt tucked inside the waistband with the two top buttons left open. Her thighs looking toned under the tight fit. Neeta had always seen Aditi in a conventional salwar kameez, not once in tight fitting jeans. She looked breath taking. Neeta failed to understand why Aditi hid that figure under the folds of the large salwar kameez she always wore? Aditi was looking downright seductive.
Seductive? Neeta shook her head in disbelief. What was she thinking? How could she be affected by her brother’s wife in such a manner? But wasn’t it this very feeling she had recently started having for Aditi?
She shook her head to silence the buzzing that had suddenly erupted in her ears. She could feel them burning.
Aditi snapped her fingers in front of Neeta’s face.
“Welcome dreamy,” she was saying, a soft smile hovering at the corners of her lips.
Neeta looked into the large black eyes and swayed.
“Hey, watch it.” Aditi’s hands shot out immediately to steady her.
Neeta exhaled slowly. Taking in a deep breath once again she avoided looking at her sister-in-law’s face, making an effort at composing herself.
“Tired?” Aditi asked in a concerned voice.
Neeta nodded, grateful at being given an excuse to hide her sudden emotions.
Entirely oblivious of the feelings that she had unintentionally aroused in Neeta, Aditi retained a concerned grip on Neeta’s elbow and guided her towards the entrance of the hotel lobby. Her husband, son and nephew were nowhere in sight. She led Neeta up the flight of stairs to the first floor to their rooms.
The doors to both rooms stood ajar and excited voices could be heard down the corridor. Aditi smiled to herself. She had already prepared herself for three days of play station gaming. Aditya enjoyed gaming as much as the boys. Aditi didn’t mind being on her own on holidays. Being a voracious reader she always enjoyed time without husband and son, the added advantage on a vacation being the lack of any work. She would immerse herself in a tome barely looking up, avoiding meals to keep reading without interruption and whenever she did close her book it was to take long solitary walks among the hills thoroughly enjoying by her self.
Aditi led Neeta to the unoccupied double room and closed the door. The walk to the room had given enough time to Neeta to compose herself. She felt better when Aditi let go of her elbow.
Pouring herself a glass of water from the jug kept on the corner table Neeta settled into the sofa. Reclining her head and resting it on the wall behind, she watched Aditi as she lifted the heavy suitcases with effortless ease and placed them on the rack. Neeta saw the strong muscles of Aditi’s shoulder and arm flex and tense with the weight. Regular exercise and weight training was the secret of Aditi’s strong physique. Neeta wondered why she hadn’t noticed it before.
Why was she acutely aware of Aditi today? Did it have anything to do with her last conversation with Tanisha, her childhood friend? Tanisha was bisexual and had, six months earlier, advised Neeta to experiment and had encouraged her to be a little reckless now that she was over forty. She could afford to, couldn’t she?
“Babe,” she had said, “You don’t know what arousal is until you have been with a woman. A man has very little patience. The foremost thought in his mind is the pleasure that he will derive not what he will give.”
Neeta had been very uncomfortable and embarrassed that day. She had never spoken about sex to anybody ever before. The subject had been taboo. But that afternoon Tanisha had been relentless.
“Shed your inhibitions Neeta and let go of your so called morality that prevents you from indulging your deepest desires and wildest fantasies. It is time you started living for yourself. You cannot keep your physical desires repressed forever.”
She had started in surprise at Tanisha’s words wondering how she had guessed about her non existent sex life.
Tanisha had laughed at her surprised look.
“It is written all over your face, darling. I know you since we were five. That husband of yours is an insecure psychotic, a thick headed moron, who doesn’t value what he’s got. Such beauty and wasted on someone like that cad. For all I know, despite being a mother of two you are still a virgin!”
Neeta had given an audible gasp as Tanisha had leaned forward, with a sensual glint in her eyes, had continued, “I would love to have you in my bed but I am not going to be unfaithful to my partner. However you desperately need to get laid, my love. Ask Aditi perhaps she can help. I know she is straight but she’ll know what to do. She’s far too well read not to know.”
At that Neeta had blushed scarlet, grabbed her purse and scampered out of the restaurant where they had met for a late lunch as Tanisha’s tinkling laughter had followed her retreating back. Ever since, she had been unable to look at Aditi in the same way. However much she pushed that conversation out of her mind it kept coming back. Her emotions that had lain peacefully dormant these past years had been cruelly stirred by Tanisha’s words.
These six months she had already made two trips to her mother’s house and each time she embraced Aditi on meeting her she had difficulty in letting her go. The need to explore her sexuality had become a hunger within her.
Neeta breathed deeply a few times and got up to unpack her things. It was becoming unbearable and she could not keep quite any longer. She found Aditi irresistible and she had to let Aditi know how she felt. But how would Aditi respond? Suppose the bond they already shared snapped forever? How would the reserved and undemonstrative Aditi react if Neeta told her that she wanted to feel Aditi’s warm hands all over her body and she desperately desired to be kissed by those sensuous lips which were smiling affectionately at her right now?
She had never felt such passion for anyone ever before in her life, certainly not for her husband. The attentions he had bestowed on her had been more of a humiliating ordeal than a pleasure. She had suffered his crude advances night after endless night which had always left her frustrated and dissatisfied, till she had finally put an end to it seven years back.
After both suitcases had been emptied and the contents placed in the appropriate places Aditi told Neeta to rest for a while and moved towards the connecting door. Neeta could no longer resist, she had to be close to Aditi. She had to find out. This uncertainty was killing her.
“Aditi,” she called.
Aditi turned around as Neeta moved towards her. She put her arms around Aditi’s shoulders and waited with bated breath, praying that Aditi wouldn’t pull away.
Overcoming a fleeting hesitation Aditi put her arms around Neeta’s waist and felt Neeta’s tense body relaxing against her.
“Thank You,” Neeta whispered.
Mildly surprised Aditi asked, “For unpacking?”
“For everything you have ever done for me, for always being there for me whenever I needed you.” Neeta said quietly.
Aditi held Neeta close.
“Is something wrong, Neeta?” she asked gently.
Neeta tightened her arms around Aditi.
“There is so much I want to say to you, Aditi.”
“You know I’ll always listen,” Aditi replied tenderly. Warmth flooded over Neeta.
Before she could say anything further, Aditya called from the other room,
“Aditi where is the third joystick? I can’t find it. Please could you give it?”
“Aren’t you done unpacking yet?” he continued.
“Be a minute,” Aditi called back.
Pulling away from Neeta but still holding her, she said, “You rest for sometime now. We will talk later. There is plenty of time.”
Reluctantly Neeta released Aditi and let her go.
Handing over the third joystick and multi tap to Aditya, Aditi made herself a cup of hot coffee and stood in the balcony of her room. The men, once again too engrossed in their game, paid no attention to her. She preferred it that way on holidays. This moment particularly she wanted to be left alone.
Neeta’s strange behavior these past few times they had met had unsettled her. Initially Aditi had been unsure, careful not to jump to conclusions, but now she was certain. Neeta’s touch and embrace were unmistakably sexual. The way Neeta pressed the entire length of her body against Aditi was no longer a sisterly gesture. Aditi knew Neeta had lived in denial for far too long. It had been almost seven years since she had had any physical contact with her husband, Jayant. Her physical desires could not be subdued eternally.
She looked thoughtfully across the lush green mountains at the setting sun while sipping her coffee. Right now she was at a complete loss to know how to handle this new situation. Jayant, an indolent and deceitful man, had never given Neeta a day’s happiness. It had been a hard life and she had never been able to share her misery with anyone or ask for help until Aditi had found her crying.
Since then Aditi had always gone out of her way to assist Neeta in every manner possible. Now Neeta was inadvertently asking for something which Aditi was quite incapable of giving. Neeta knew that Aditi was straight, for that matter so was Neeta. But what had caused Neeta’s sudden change of orientation Aditi failed to fathom. Aditi was entirely inexperienced to help Neeta in this matter.
Or was she? Aditi paused in her thoughts. Her heart beat a little faster and her breathing quickened.
She had read extensively on almost every subject including lesbian sex. Experience did count but wasn’t it about how well you used your mouth, tongue and lips? And wasn’t patience one of the foremost merits of a good lover? Aditi was very patient and very good with her mouth and fingers. She knew this was what Neeta was asking her to do. But she had to wait for Neeta to be more explicit.
Making up her mind Aditi finished her coffee and came into the room, settling into the sofa with her book.
A few minutes later Neeta entered from the adjoining room looking gorgeous in an ethnic salwar kameez. She sat in the sofa opposite the bed. Aditi was relieved to see her joking and chatting easily with Aditya and the kids. Soon it was dinnertime.
Aditya looked at his watch.
“Come on boys, put the game away.”
Both boys groaned audibly but their protests went unheard as Aditya was firm and refused to give in.
“You have three more days to play. Come on now it’s time for dinner. I’m sure everyone is hungry.”
Resentfully they packed up giving Aditya some very dirty looks.
“You boys get going. Go to the restaurant downstairs and catch a table for five. We’ll join you in five minutes. Meanwhile, order the drinks and soup,” he said, as he carted the boys out of the room.
The three of them followed after putting the scattered things in place.
The restaurant was partially full. They saw the boys sitting at the far end. Aditi and Neeta sat side by side on the chairs opposite Karan and Nikhil while Aditya sat at the head of the table.
The two boys were fidgety with subdued excitement which the elders could not understand. A lot of whispering and glancing at each other was in progress. Then Karan whispered something in Aditya’s ear that brought a mischievous twinkle to his eyes and he looked at Aditi.
“What is it?” Aditi said, with raised eyebrows.
Aditya shrugged as Nikhil and Karan looked beseechingly at her.
“Well, the boys want you and Neeta to sleep in the double room and us three in the triple so that we can play as long as we like without disturbing you. That is of course only if you both agree.” He added quickly as he saw the look on their faces.
A tingling of excited desire had coursed through Neeta’s body at Aditya’s words which he had misinterpreted as objection to the proposed plan.
She hastily removed his doubt. Aditi also agreed, albeit a little slowly. The boys beamed at their mothers. She avoided looking at Neeta as they ate.
Soon dinner was over and the boys rose to go to their room rejecting Aditya’s suggestion of an after dinner stroll. Aditi who thrived on walking immediately agreed. Neeta too excused herself preferring a hot bubble bath instead.
As Aditya led Aditi away, he put his arm around her shoulders which sent a pang of jealousy through Neeta as she looked at them walking away together, blissfully happy and content.
Aditi stood uncertainly near the connecting door letting her eyes adjust to the semi dark room. Locking the door she looked around. Only the night lamp was on, spreading a faint glow all around. Neeta was partially lying reclining on two pillows on one side of the double bed, her eyes shut and tears pouring down her cheeks. Her cell phone lay near her on the bed.
Aditi sighed to herself and carefully making her way to the bathroom she brought the box of tissues. Filling a glass with water she sat next to Neeta on the bed facing her. Stretching across Neeta she placed the glass and tissue box on the night stand. Taking the cell phone she saw the caller list. The last call was Jayant’s. Aditi’s face hardened, an angry glint coming in her eyes. She switched it off and kept it on the nightstand.
Gently Aditi pulled Neeta’s unresisting form into her arms. Neeta rested her head on Aditi’s shoulder and put her arms around her neck pulling Aditi close.
“Would you like to share it with me?”
The loving tenderness in Aditi’s voice was enough for Neeta to breakdown completely.
“He’s hurt you enough Neeta. Don’t let him do this to you over and over again,” Aditi said softly, stroking Neeta’s back trying to comfort her.
“He is a lying, cheating, scheming, two-timing bastard,” she said brokenly.
“What has he done now?” Aditi asked even more softly.
“He says that I am here with a lover, having an illicit affair and is threatening to post visually modified nude pictures of me on the net. Can you believe the kind of scum I am living with?” Neeta said her voice and body trembling with mingled anger, fear, grief and humiliation.
Aditi held Neeta comforting her, running her hands over Neeta’s back. After a while Neeta began to calm down. Aditi tried pulling away but Neeta tightened her hold. Gripping her by the shoulders, Aditi gently pushed Neeta away. Taking a couple of tissues she wiped Neeta’s tear streaked face, then handed her the glass of water.
“Drink,” she commanded.
“All of us know his insecurity has reached levels of paranoia. He is too much of a coward to act upon his threat, you know that,” she reasoned gently.
Neeta wiped her nose with the tissues and nodded. She drank the water and placed the glass back.
As she looked at Aditi her breath caught in her throat. Aditi was wearing Nike gym shorts and a tee shirt which although loose emphasized her taut figure. Her thick, short hair was still damp from a recent bath and a dark lock fell tantalizingly over her forehead. Instinctively Neeta reached out a hand and touched the curly lock.
Neeta gazed into the dark eyes that were calmly surveying her waiting, patient, loving, so understanding. She slowly and surely began to get lost in those captivating hypnotic depths. Jayant and his phone call were galaxies away. Aditi’s nearness was exciting her. Her skin and hair smelled of fresh green apples.
“Feeling better?” Aditi asked, caressing her cheek with the back of her fingers. Neeta pressed her cheek into the soft touch.
Neeta felt uneasy. She still didn’t know whether Aditi understood her desperate need. The hunger within her had become greed which she wanted only Aditi to satisfy. This madness of arousal was consuming her reasoning; even the fear of losing Aditi’s cherished friendship was not daunting enough any more. She could not fight with her body any longer.
“No,” Neeta’s voice was a whisper.
Neeta felt Aditi’s warm breath on her cheek as Aditi moved her face closer to hear her, their noses almost touching. Aditi’s breath smelled freshly of mint and Listerine. Neeta took in a deep breath drinking in Aditi’s nearness.
“Don’t waste precious time in thinking about him. He is not worth your attention.” Aditi said as gently as she could.
Neeta bowed her head. “It’s not him. It is you.” Her voice was almost inaudible. Aditi came closer and strained her ears to hear.
“Me?” Aditi was surprised.
“You are everything to me, a friend, a guide, more than a sister. I trust you more than anyone else in this world.”
“I know that Neeta,” Aditi said in a quiet voice.
“I don’t want to lose you by anything I do,” Neeta whispered.
“You won’t.”
Taking Aditi’s hand in her own Neeta pressed the palm to her lips, hoping that Aditi wouldn’t draw it away. Aditi was unprepared for the quiver that ran through her as Neeta kept pressing little kisses all over her palm and fingers.
Neeta’s breath was ragged as she looked up into Aditi’s eyes. Aditi looked calmly back at her.
“Will you do something for me?” Neeta asked almost pleadingly.
“You know I will never refuse you anything.” Aditi replied softly.
Neeta leaned even closer towards Aditi’s face and in a very low whisper said, “Please, please kiss me Aditi,” and closing her eyes, her arms in a loose hug around Aditi’s neck, she waited with bated breath for her reaction.
Moved by an inexplicable emotion Aditi closed the small gap between their lips and let her instincts take over. The contact was electrifying for both. Neither woman had ever been kissed by anyone other than their husbands. The soft lips of another woman sent Aditi’s senses reeling with rapture. She held Neeta by the waist and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Neeta’s hands went to Aditi’s head and pressed harder into her.
She now knew what Aditi’s kisses were like. They were intoxicating, to say the least. A thousand bright lights burst with vibrant colors in her brain as Aditi’s kisses became more passionate, exploring intimate regions of her mouth and tongue. They were taking her to heights she had never known before. Jayant had always smelled of whisky and sweat and she had almost always thrown up after his unwanted attentions had been bestowed.
Aditi ran her hands over Neeta’s back, caressing every inch of it. She forgot that she was locked in an intimate, passionate embrace with her husband’s sister.
Neeta ran her fingers through Aditi’s thick hair and reveled at the crispness against her soft palms. Her hands roamed all over Aditi’s face, neck, shoulders and then back to her head, pressing into it. Little shivers of arousal ran up and down her body urging her to pleasures that had lain unknown and unfamiliar till today. She wanted Aditi to kiss her till eternity. Never had she felt such intimacy with anyone before.
Pressing into each other both were lost in mutual passion. Time and space stood still, nothing mattered but the sensations running through their bodies.
Then very gently Aditi started pulling away. She was breathing heavily as she finally broke the kiss, still holding Neeta tightly. Neeta opened her eyes as if coming out of a deep trance. She looked pleadingly at Aditi.
“Aditi?” she said in a barely audible voice.
“Yes?” Aditi murmured against her cheek, looking deep into her half closed eyes.
“Don’t stop, Aditi. Make love to me.” She could barely whisper through parted lips, her body now caving Aditi’s touch. If Aditi’s kisses on her mouth could take her to such heavenly realms what more could she do with her tongue and hands on her body? Neeta had to find out. She’d die if she couldn’t.
Slowly Aditi pushed Neeta back onto the mattress, stretching by her side, balancing her weight on one elbow with her arm under Neeta’s neck along her shoulder. Tenderly Aditi pushed one strand of hair from her face and looked into the eyes that had raw desire burning in them. Desire she now knew she could satisfy.
Neeta’s body trembled with excited anticipation as Aditi lowered her head to claim those inviting lips once again, sending shivers of pleasure up and down her spine. Neeta closed her eyes and melted instantly pulling Aditi closer. Aditi’s hand went down Neeta’s body to her hips and thighs. Gathering the hem of Neeta’s night gown in a fist she drew it upwards slipping it over her head and discarding it on the floor.
“You are beautiful Neeta,” Aditi said with a faint tremor in her voice as she looked at Neeta’s exposed body.
Neeta’s hands went up to Aditi’s head and lacing her fingers through Aditi’s hair she pulled her mouth to her lips hungrily kissing her.
Aditi’s hand roamed over Neeta’s smooth bare shoulders, arms, her waist, her abdomen, exploring each curve, making Neeta tremble and moan uncontrollably in pleasure, arching her body desperately for Aditi’s roving hand. Her lips trailed a path down Neeta’s throat kissing her bare neck and shoulders as Neeta gasped and moaned at every touch and every kiss writhing with pleasure, an alien heat building somewhere deep within her, a million butterflies fluttering wildly inside her, craving freedom.
Neeta’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Aditi’s hand go under her and undo the clasp of her bra removing it and discarding it.
Aditi caressed one breast as she kissed the other one. Neeta gasped for breath as Aditi circled one hard nipple with her finger. She groaned in frustration as Aditi kissed her breasts, for what seemed like hours to Neeta’s over heated brain, avoiding the straining nipples. When Neeta could no longer bear this teasing assault, she caught hold of Aditi’s head and twisted towards her lips, eyes tightly shut, pressing the taut nipple near her mouth. Her back arched, head falling back, each pore demanding to be sucked.
“Aditi,” Neeta groaned in desperation.
A whimpering cry escaped Neeta’s lips as Aditi finally took one rigid nipple in her mouth, sucking on it while teasing the other between her fingers and thumb. Neeta’s eyes fluttered open as an unfamiliar shudder ran through her sending rippling pleasure cascading through the length of her body right from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. A prolonged, soft moan escaped her parted lips, her back arching as she pressed her breasts further into Aditi’s mouth and hand.
She was clinging desperately to Aditi’s shoulders, moaning softly, murmuring her name as the small orgasm subsided.
She panted heavily trying to recover her senses as Aditi’s hands moved lower down her waist and hips to lovingly caress her thighs. Aditi kissed her waist and stomach not willing to neglect even an inch of her body, completely lost in giving pleasure to Neeta. Every moan coming from Neeta’s throat was music to her ears, captivated by Neeta’s reaction to her lovemaking.
Her breathing was harsh and short as she ran her hand down Neeta’s smooth thigh reaching her knee, stroking the soft flesh underneath, bringing her hand up Neeta’s inner thigh provocatively and steadily stroking the sensitive flesh to flaming life. With a moan Neeta parted her legs to allow Aditi’s hand to move between them. Touching Neeta’s throbbing mound very lightly with her fingers Aditi’s hand moved down the other thigh while she planted soft kisses on Neeta’s abdomen.
Neeta gasped with feverish need as Aditi’s lips reached the elastic band of her now soaked panties.
“Oh, Aditi,” was all she could groan out as her nails dug into Aditi’s shoulders, trying to control her trembling body and at the same time demanding release, the heat within her becoming unbearable.
Aditi’s lips slowly went up again to take Neeta’s hard nipple in her mouth as her hand slipped inside Neeta’s panty, between her legs, stroking untouched sensitive regions of her body and flesh, Neeta’s hips lifting upwards with every stroke.
The sensations that rocked Neeta’s body at the touch brought a wild cry to her lips and she plunged violently towards another orgasm against Aditi’s moving fingers.
“Oh, God, Aditi,” Neeta cried hoarsely, jerking her hips as thrilling tremors shook her once again. Jayant had never touched her there. He had not even touched her thighs except roughly and callously to part them to get in between them.
Not giving Neeta any time to recover Aditi pulled down the last shred of clothing from her body. She got in between the parted legs and kissed the thighs one after the other, her lips roaming over every pore, her tongue licking the soft flesh of her inner thighs, stimulating it to throbbing, trembling life. Aditi lifted Neeta’s knees and gently parted them.
Hesitating for a fraction of a second, unsure, she lowered her head between Neeta’s legs, guided again only by her instincts, she kissed the clean shaven mound which brought a shuddering gasp to Neeta’s lips. Her hands which had been lying limply by her side came to life, reaching out blindly and gripping Aditi’s head once again, clutching feverishly at her hair. Aditi licked and kissed the outer lips till Neeta was shaking and jerking in frenzied desire, her senses clamoring for more. The sensations running through her body were completely alien to her, she was moaning unceasingly, unaware of everything except what was happening to her.
Neeta twisted wildly when Aditi parted the thick lips and licked the moist vulva. She was beyond caring about anything at all now, her hips rose high, thrusting towards Aditi’s exploring tongue in mindless desire, demanding and wild, crying out loudly as need and desperation raged within her writhing body, Aditi’s lips and tongue provocatively arousing her to fever pitch, bringing to life nerves Neeta didn’t even know existed.
Neeta felt Aditi’s tongue inside her, circling her clitoris, flicking it, sucking on it, gently tugging at the sensitive bud with her lips, softly teasing, sending her senses spiraling out of control. The fire that built inside her was like nothing she had felt before, the heat within ready to erupt like a volcano, the result of so many years of unsatisfied and unfulfilled sex, she was on the verge of a massive orgasm.
“Oh, Aditi,” she growled in wanton longing.
The muscles in her stomach and thighs contracted. Her toes curled, heels digging into the soft mattress, her back arching, hips thrusting upwards and down and higher again, her hands tightly gripping Aditi’s head to the centre of her yearning desire.
Neeta trembled and shuddered violently as she began climaxing and couldn’t stop. Her world exploded in an earth shattering orgasm and she screamed in abandonment for the first time in her life. Tremors wracked her body unceasingly, the explosive flood of unknown sensations washing repeatedly over her, her cries reverberating around the small room.
Aditi continued licking Neeta as her hips jerked and bucked violently with the force of the convulsions rocking her body, looking up only when the last spasms subsided and Neeta was motionless from sheer exhaustion. Oblivious of everything Neeta was incoherently muttering Aditi’s name over and over again in her delirium, her hands now tightly clutching the bed sheets.
Aditi got up from the bed, tucking a blanket around Neeta she made her way to the bathroom, still fully clothed. She splashed cold water on her face to cool herself, trying hard to control her erratic breathing, looking at her disheveled reflection in the mirror. Neeta had responded like she had never been kissed or touched before. She cursed Jayant under her breath. He had been a very selfish husband and lover only pleasing himself. He had never cared enough for Neeta to have learned how to stimulate and arouse her, never concerned about her pleasure.
Wiping her face on the towel Aditi made her way back to the bed. She was glad the volume of the game in the next room was so high that it would have muffled every sound emitting from their room and as their room was the last one in the corridor, no one else could have heard anything either.
Neeta was lying in the same position Aditi had left her in, her breathing still irregular and shallow. Aditi stretched next to her propped on one arm looking into her flushed face.
Aditi caressed her face with warm, loving fingers and it was a long time before Neeta opened her eyes and looked at Aditi in wonder.
“Nothing like this has ever happened to me before,” she whispered when she was able to speak.
“Are you happy?” Aditi asked somewhat anxiously.
“Do you even need to ask?” Neeta said, caressing Aditi’s face with her fingertips.
Aditi smiled and pushed her arm under Neeta pulling her close and lying contentedly on her back, her hand caressing Neeta’s head and bare back under the blanket. Neeta rested her head on Aditi’s shoulder, one arm holding Aditi by the waist, feeling alive for the first time. Her heart was enveloped in warmth as she lay snuggled in Aditi’s loving embrace. Nothing could possibly touch her or hurt her again.
Jayant knew nothing about tenderness. He had never understood Neeta’s need to be hugged or to be close to him since the very first day of their marriage. She had hoped he would change but she had hoped in vain.
She didn’t want this wonderful moment with Aditi to end.
“I love you, Aditi,” she said softly after a long while.
“I know,” Aditi said quietly.
“You are dearer to me than everyone else in this world,” Neeta said.
“I know that too,” Aditi whispered gently against her forehead.
“You were the only one who cared enough to ask what was wrong; you were the only one who knew there was something wrong.”
Aditi kissed Neeta’s forehead lightly, saying nothing. Neeta pressed into Aditi’s body, tightening her hold on her waist.
After a long pause Neeta said slowly, “I feel like I have used you.”
“Well,” Aditi said rolling Neeta onto her back, her strong body pressing Neeta against the mattress, Neeta’s heart skipped a beat, a sigh escaping her lips, as Aditi’s dark eyes looked into her very soul, “Use me whenever you want, practice will make me perfect,” she whispered with a smile in her voice and bent her head to kiss Neeta’s waiting lips.