India Summer 9, a short story by ClickingTheKeys. Date added: 2010-12-29. Times viewed: 3872.
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The next two days were similar, Shyam made more phone calls, texts and IMs than Chris wanted but she understood. He was always on her mind. As for Praveen and Rahul, Praveen must have had a strict talk with Rahul- he minded himself very well, his questions, comments and touches were much more appropriate. It also helped that Shyam got home at a decent time. The moment he came through the door he made a beeline for Chris, his arms around her and his mouth kissing her everywhere above the shoulders.
“One more day and then you two have the weekend,” Rahul said happily but noticed Chris and Shyam did not look so gleeful. “Why are you unhappy?”
“Chris leaves on Monday,” Shyam said to his dinner, his hand squeezing her knee. The mood in the house completely changed from carefree and chatty to still. Shyam looked at his brother, Chris saw his eyes thick with sadness. He spoke quietly in his native language, Rahul frowned then stared at Chris.
She asked, “What?”
Rahul’s head dropped a little and he stared at his plate, “Nothing.”
Praveen told a funny story about work making everyone smile, but the mood had fallen hard. Soon the two guests left and went home.
Chris and Shyam went into the bedroom, taking turns in the bath- Chris was reading a book when he climbed in beside her. It was the same book she’d only read a few dozen pages of- Shyam was always too much of a distraction for her to get far. She set it down and smiled at him.
“Tomorrow,” he said, “I will take you to a place I like to walk.”
“Okay. Is it wooded?” He nodded. “Cool. A hike.”
“Hike?”
“A walk on a path or trail in the woods or mountains. A hike.”
“Never heard that word before.”
“I’ve never heard any Tamil before.” He grinned and whispered something in her ear. “Was it dirty?” He smiled sadly and shook his head. “Were you saying how good of a cook I am?”
“No,” he sighed and ran a finger down her sternum to a nipple. He leaned in and kissed the nub he held in his fingers. “I was telling you how much I want you.”
She attempted to lighten the mood again, “Like a dollar’s worth?”
“No,” he said without humor. “Much. I want to see you love me. Watch you.” She straddled his hips, then bent to kiss him. She sat up and he reached for her. “Another.” Leaning down again, she kissed him and felt his hands on her breasts, his thumbs on her tits. She gasped into his mouth when he pinched them. Sitting back up she ran her hands over his. “You are so soft,” he said as he pet her.
She shifted and rubbed her slit over his cock. “Mmmmm,” she sighed as his moisture lubed her path. Pressing her hand up under his dick, it rubbed her clit. More clear fluid dripped from him, mixing with hers which was now descending. Her head fell back, her hips swaying back and forth, rubbing him. He observed her, loving the expression on her face. Her eyes closed, her hands on his cock, her breasts in his grasp. She moved quicker then stopped, her face pinched as she asked, “Am I hurting you?”
“No baby. Not at all.” Her face relaxed and she started again. “Are you going to come?” She nodded and he was pleased. His voice was deep when he said, “When you come, then you are going to put me in your little pink pussy-,” she gasped and stared at him, “-and fuck me. Fuck me well Chris.” She groaned at his demand. “Come baby. Come and then fuck me.”
“Shyam!” she growled as she shivered through her orgasm.
“Now fuck me.” Gasping, she leaned forward, bracing on her arm and aimed his cock at her cunt. Shyam didn’t wait for her to sit, he thrusted, jabbing her hard.
“Oh!” she cried. “Shyam!” She sat on his lap and began to ride his shaft.
“Good baby. Get on your feet.” Chris moved forward and squatted over him. “Yes! God!” Shyam groaned as the muscles in her thighs pumped not only her body but pulled her pussy tighter. Within minutes her thigh muscles were burning so she reclined slightly and set her hands besides his knees. Shyam raised his head and got quite the show. “Fuck! God Chris! Your pussy looks so good on my dick. Oh god.” He dropped his head, not wanting to come so soon. But even when he closed his eyes he could see his cock splitting her glistening, candy pink lips, sinking into her hole.
A groan came from her, she was frustrated with her failing muscles. Back on all fours, she leaned over his torso and slapped her body into his. Curling his pelvis upwards, he sucked her nipple, squeezing the breast with his hand. He stretched to kiss her panting mouth- a wonderfully messy, jerking kiss.
“You fuck me so good baby,” he said when she looked at him. “You fuck so good. I love your cunt.” He slipped his thumb in her mouth, hooking it over her lower teeth and kissed her again. “I love to fuck you. I love to be with you. I love to talk to you.” He watched her eyes well up with tears. “I l-..”
She sat up and rode him faster, screaming his name. That banshee shriek emptied his balls in record time. Chris didn’t slow. Even when lil brother was done, she kept fucking. She fell forward onto her hands and hovered above him as her hips kept pumping. She looked like a wild animal. She even growled, “I love fucking you Shyam. Love it. The best dick on the fucking planet.” With that she came with a grunt, her sweating body shimmered in the low light as she shook.
He stared at her. This shining creature who treated him so well he feared he would never feel so taken care of again. Afraid he would never want anyone as much as he wanted her.
On her hands and knees, she caught her breath as he watched. Her breasts swinging, her torso sagging and arms weakening. He pulled her down onto him, the side of her face pressed to his. Arms tight around her.
Chris sensed his mood. “Good night my sweet Shyam.” He closed his eyes, reveling in the thought of being hers.
“Good night my beautiful lover.” He heard her hold her breath. “Sleep well my incredible woman.” She exhaled and he felt goose bumps on her. She rolled away, onto her side, her back to him. A ritual had been established, he turned and tucked lil brother between her cheeks, his arm over her waist. Taking his hand and holding it between her breasts. Small kisses touched the back of her neck until she fell asleep.
He waited for the dreams to start. They came soon. Tonight they confirmed what he wished, what he feared.
Small whimpers made his heart ache, but he held still and waited for her to speak. “But I have to stay. I can’t leave him.” She started to cry quietly. “I can’t leave him Mom…. I can’t... I can’t because I love him.”
Shyam gasped.
“I didn’t mean to Mom. Do you think..It just happened. I can’t help it. I- I-…” She was quiet and still.
Shyam softly asked, “Who do you love Chris?” He heard her breathe a little faster. “Do you love..do you love Shyam?”
“Yes. I didn’t mean to." Her voice was small, fearful. "I was on vacation and..it happened.”
His heart was thudding so hard he thought he would wake with bruises on his chest. He asked, “Does he love you?” She shifted but was quiet. “Does Shyam love you?”
“Dunno,” she blurted.
“Do you think he loves you?”
“Don’t know.”
“Do you want him to love you?”
“Yes,” she gasped with desperate hope. “Oh yes. But..”
“But what?”
“I don’t think his friends..his family would..I don’t fit.”
“Says who?”
“Me.”
“Why?”
“’Cause I’m me. I’m me and don’t fit.”
“Do you want to fit?”
“I want to be with him.”
“With who?” He wanted to hear it again.
“Shyam,” she sighed. “I love him…I love..” she was fading.
“You love me?” He still couldn’t believe it.
“Mmm.” She was gone.
It was a restless night for him. Plagued with questions, hopes and possibilities let alone the swelling of affection in his chest. Hours passed as he kissed and stroked her, watching her breathe and hoping he could keep her, love her. Wanting to keep her and knowing she wanted to stay.
“She loves me,” he said as the sun began to rise, his eyelids giving up with weariness. Before he dozed, he whispered into her ear, “I love you Chris. Shyam loves you.” With a smile on his face, he finally fell asleep.
To be continued…
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