India Summer 10, a short story by ClickingTheKeys. Date added: 2011-01-06. Times viewed: 4452.
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Chris was up before him, unaware he had spent the night asking her life changing questions and pondering what they could mean. He was deep asleep, lightly snoring which she found amusing. She showered and packed a lunch for their hike. In no hurry, she finished up some work and then cleaned the kitchen. The once near barren fridge was now full of food since she liked to cook and he liked to eat.
An hour later she made breakfast, the cinnamon roll dough she made the day before and then froze was sliced, three circles put into the oven. The teapot was filled and she started making eggs when she heard the shower kick on.
She peeked into the bathroom, his forehead was resting on the tiles.
Why is he so tired? He’s got bags under his eyes. Did he not sleep well? I bet I can make him even more tired.
She quickly stripped and stepped in behind him, he never budged. But he did jump when she touched him. “You all right?” she asked.
He turned and smiled at her, the new knowledge glittering in his face. “I am very well.”
“But you look tired.”
“I was up thinking last night.”
“Oh.” She looked nervous.
“All is well Chris. Very well.” He hugged her and exhaled loudly. “All is good.” His hands slipped over her wet ribs. “Mmmm. Not only soft but slippery.” He bent, licking her chest, her belly and pressing his mouth against her mound. “Mmmm. Pussy, my favorite.” Chris giggled until his tongue flicked her clit.
“Oh Shyam.” Her fingers tightened in his hair. He was watching her face as he licked her again. “I haven’t kissed you today.” He stood and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. His cock was a rigid presence against the softer flesh of their stomachs. Running her fingers through his chest hair, she tugged the strands around his left nipple. It broke the kiss. She stepped to his side and lathered his cock with soap. Stroking his dick, two of her fingers rubbed between his buttocks making him groan. She lightly kicked his legs apart so she could stroke his taint.
“God Chris.” When her two fingers pressed his anus his cock jerked in her hand. “Fuck,” he groaned. She pushed through the ring, pushing further. He bowed backwards a little when she swiped his prostate. “FUCK! Oh fuck yes!” She bit his earlobe and pulled it as her hands kept busy. Shyam was a grunting, groaning mass of man.
“I’m going to milk your ass Shyam. Make you come hard.” His head fell back and his body tensed as she worked faster. “Don’t hold back. Just come when you’re ready.” As if that was his cue, the first spray shot far, splattering on the tiles despite the shower trying to wash it down the drain. Shyam yelled as the next spurt came out with equal intensity. The streams were longer than she had ever seen.
Either he built up or this pumps out everything!
Squishing his prostate too hard he winced and gritted his teeth- but the next blast was even bigger. What came from that one jolt was as much as her former boyfriend would cough up in an entire orgasm.
“Oh shit,” she whispered under her breath.
Easing off his gland, three more rounds were ejected with less ferocity but still impressive content. His forehead returned to the tiled wall as she slowly withdrew. After washing her hands, she took a washcloth and washed her friend. Every once in awhile he’d touch her face, she’d nuzzle his hand and smile. He was not in a smiling mood but Chris chalked it up to being tired.
“Oh! Cinnamon rolls!” She ran to the kitchen wearing water and turned off the oven. The twisted dough was a little browner than she wished but the insides would still be good. She returned to the bathroom. She dried him off and put lotion on him. He even let her dress him as he quietly watched her. His gaze was heavy as she dried, lotioned and dressed herself.
He’s trying to take it all in. Like I am. Wanting to remember everything about each other.
Fighting tears, she took his hand, led him to the kitchen and turned on the stove to start the eggs.
Shyam still observed her. Catching her eye every once in awhile as he gazed at her.
“You’re staring!” She giggled.
“Staring. Stop it or I’ll poke your eyes out.”
“These eyes?” He batted his long, black, feathery lashes at her, making her laugh.
“No. Couldn’t do it. Like them too much.”
“Back to staring then.” She sighed with defeat.
While they ate he told her about the place they were going. Chris realized something.
“Uh. How are we getting there?”
“Bicycle bike or motor bike?”
“Motorcycle.” She swallowed nervously and he laughed. “Why do you look scared?”
“I’ve never been on one.”
He leaned forward, rested his hand on her thigh and tuned in his sexy tone, “Just wrap your arms and legs around me baby and hold on.”
“That’s it?” He nodded. “Really? I mean, I won’t tip us over or-“
“Baby, just glue your body to mine.”
“And don’t make any sudden moves.”
He thought her worry was cute. Thousands of bikes and scooters zipped past her on a regular basis and she didn’t think a thing of it. Put her on one and you’d think she was going to be balancing a brick of C4 on a toothpick.
They stood beside his bike, she watched as he checked things over while she tightened the straps of her backpack. He was biting back a smile, her fear was endearing. Granted, accidents did happen, but Shyam was a cautious man and would never risk injuring her. Her hands were gripping the backpack straps as if it were a life preserver, her knuckles white with the effort. He tucked her hair behind her ears and put the helmet on her head, her eyes widened. As he snapped and adjusted the chin strap he joked, “This is to protect your hair.” She smiled. “Wear your sunglasses so your eyes don’t get dry.”
“I have my eye drops,” she blurted.
“Good, good.” He rubbed her arms, she was stiff. “Breathe Chris.” She inhaled and exhaled. “Better.” Shyam got on the bike and extended his hand to her. Chris studied the bike and he was impressed when she effortlessly swung her leg around the back and gracefully sat behind him. “Now scoot forward.” He was thrilled she was wearing a dress, he wanted to feel the heat of her thighs against him as they rode. His hand ran up her leg, “Oh god. I should make you change. This could be distracting.”
“I’ll go change!” She said and started to get up.
Both hands gripped her thighs. “No, no. I’ll be all right.”
“I could bring the dress to wear later and-“
“You’re fine, you’re fine. Now, you can hug my waist or hold my hips. Up to you.” She hugged him a little too tight, he chuckled. “Baby, you are not going to fall off. Loosen up, okay?” She lessened her grip. “Better.” He turned his head, “Need a kiss first.” She gave him a jittery one. “You poor frightened woman. It is all right. You will see.” She nodded and scooted even closer to him. When he lifted himself up a little to kickstart the engine he felt her hands shake. It started easily, he revved it a few times and said, “Breathe and pretend you are glued to me.” She nodded and licked her lips.
He took it slow, cautiously weaving in and out of traffic. Chris had her eyes closed. She’d seen scooter and bikes in Greece run between cars, on sidewalks and anywhere they fit, even places they didn’t.
At the first red stop light he stroked her bare knee. He looked at her skin under his hand, felt her behind him and then looked at her hands knotted around his waist. He liked her there. Loved her with him. Coming home to her at night. Seeing her work. Freely talking about anything.
He leaned back into her and she kissed his cheek. Wanting more, he turned and held the back of her helmet. A deep kiss began but was soon rudely interrupted with bleating horns.
Shyam chuckled as he drove through the green light a little later than the other vehicles wanted.
Within ten minutes they were on a two lane road with few cars. Houses were thinning out. Farms were springing up. Chris took in the scenery. Very lush, similar to Georgia where she lived. A steamy climate, moss hanging from trees, flowers bursting in bright colors. She loved it. Shyam noticed her grip loosening as time passed. Her body flowed smoothly with his when they turned. He went faster. Ninety minutes of winding roads, cliffs, trees and brush gave way to a view of a lake. He heard her gasp when she saw it, he was delighted she liked it.
“Is that where we’re going?” She asked, he nodded. “Yay!”
Five minutes later they were pulling into the dirt parking lot, he turned off the bike and looked over his shoulder at her. She was taking in the woods and water, excited to be there. She quickly climbed off the bike, he followed.
“It wasn’t bad,” she said happily as he started to take her backpack off. “It was fun. I mean, once I wasn’t scared and figured out we weren’t going to tip over because I did something stupid or something. I was so nervous but it was okay. And then you went faster and I liked it.” She was grinning at him, unaware he had stripped her of the backpack or helmet. The backpack was slung over his shoulder and he was fixing her hair. “It was fun. I’ve never done that before.” He was smiling at her locks, putting stray strands back in place, amused at her fountain of speech. “That was great.”
“Glad you liked it. Did you notice how many people stared at us at the stoplight?” She shook her head. “Me either.” They laughed. “I was distracted.”
“Yeah and got honked at.”
He took her hand and they walked to the edge of the lake. It was early, only a handful of people were there. “We didn’t bring our suits.” He smirked. “Oh geez. We’re not wearing suits?”
“I know a secluded spot.” They were soon on a trail, Chris asked about the trees and plants. Noting which were similar to her part of the world. The sun was on high, she was soon sweating.
“It’s hot today,” she said into the thick air.
“We will swim in a while.”
They talked about camping and hiking. He was interested in the Grand Canyon and Yellowstone. So she told him about steaming creeks, buffalo, bubbling sulfur and dangerous cliffs. Shyam had started undressing, still asking questions. Chris looked around, they hadn’t seen anyone on the trail or in the lake so far, she couldn’t hear anyone either. The cluster of trees and shrubs made for a hidden alcove.
Shyam stood there in his boxers and decided to help her as she talked. Her dress was lifted over her head. A pair of purple boyshort panties beckoned to be taken off slowly. Dropping to his knees he obeyed. Kissing the fold where torso meets thigh, he pulled them down. Chris stepped out of them, feeling a little strange being nude in the woods. He was cupping her ass and kissing her mound. Warming her up. His tongue slid through her thighs and detected moisture. One more French kiss and then he stood, leading her to the lake.
The water was cool and the ripples they made were the first ones of the day. They swam quietly, side by side until they were a decent distance from shore. She looked around, there wasn’t a soul visible on the curvaceous lake. Changing from treading water to a back float, she sighed as the sun warmed her but the water kept her cool.
“Oh god,” Shyam groaned. “Your tits are poking out. I love that.” She smiled at the sky, her eyes closed. He swam up to her side. “I sometimes do not think you are real.” He poked her hip to prove her existence.
“I sometimes think you’re a dream.”
He was beside her face, watching it closely as he asked, “Do you dream about me?”
Her eyes opened and she thought. “Yes. But..it’s not about sex.”
“What is it about?”
He observed as she fidgeted, her face going through a number of emotions. “Um. I think..I’m not happy about losing a friend.”
“You will not lose me.”
She closed her eyes and frowned, “I will always be your friend Shyam.” He let it go, thinking what she said in sleep may not be what she really wants. Looking at her floating peacefully in the water, he worried this was the end, he felt ill.
“I am going back to shore,” he said.
“Me too.” They swam back slowly, Chris was enjoying the lake, Shyam was too busy thinking to even notice he was swimming.
Chris dried him off with the sole towel she brought, then dried herself while Shyam laid out the sarongs. He reclined on one and held out his hand for her to join him. She snuggled against him even though it was hot out.
“I love swimming in lakes,” she sighed. Reaching for her face, he held it as he kissed her. It was fervent. “Oh Shyam.” He rolled onto his side, Chris wrapped her leg over his hip. Wanting to feel inside her, he slid his fingers into her first, his mouth still on hers, trying to consume her. Reaching between them, Chris pulled his dick toward her ready cunt but his hand was in the way.
He stopped kissing her and asked, “What do you want Chris? What do you want from me?”
“This,” she squeezed his dick. It was not the answer he sought. Frustrated he groaned and she misinterpreted it as sensual. “Please Shyam.” He shoved it in her, rolled her onto her back and began a brutal fuck.
“What do you want?” He growled angrily as he continued to pump her.
“You. You Shyam!” She raised her knees, greeting his thrusts with wide spread thighs.
It was an improvement, some of the anger dissipated. “Why do you want me Chris?” They were demands more than questions.
“Because. Because you’re you.”
He kissed her hard. “Why do you want me?”
“Because I like being with you.”
“There is more. Say it.” His eyes burned into hers as his hips shoved himself in her.
She couldn’t deny it. “I love being with you.”
“Yes.” Happy with her small concession he closed his eyes. Bracing himself, preparing to say what he needed to say. As he prepared, he absentmindedly began to fuck faster. Looking at her, seeing her face slack with the pleasure he was giving her, he spoke. “Look at me Chris.” She did, a moan slipping from her mouth, warning of her upcoming orgasm. “I love you.” Her eyes went wide with shock. He added hard to the fast. She cried out and came. Shyam came too, a torrent of Tamil keeping pace with his ejaculations.
He said he loved me. It was the heat of the moment. Yeah. He’s tired from this morning and we were fucking and talking and- heat of the moment.
She played aloof and he didn’t like it. “You’ve got the best dick,” she said and squeezed her pussy muscles. His eyes closed and she rubbed his buttocks.
Cupping her head, he pulled her ear to his mouth. His tongue flicked the lobe then he said several things in Tamil.
“What did you say?” she asked.
“I am too embarrassed to say.”
“With me? After all we’ve done? Talked about?” He smiled sadly and nodded. She wanted to pry that unhappy look off his face. She kissed his mouth quickly, a maternal peck. It didn’t work. She dotted his face with kisses, then pulled away to look again. The smile deepened to sorrowful. “Shyam? Please. What is it my sweet man?”
“I wish for you to stay longer.”
“I wish that too.” She tried to alleviate the heaviness of the moment by saying, “For more sex, right?”
“I cannot lie, that would be great. But I wish you to stay because I wish to show you..show you more of my life. Where I grew up. Introduce you to my family.” This startled her but what he said next took her breath. “I want to fill you with my seed and make you pregnant. I want to keep you. Be with you. I want you to have our babies.”
Chills trembled her limbs and spine, Chris was astounded. She felt attached to him but for him to confess something like this was overwhelming.
“I love you Chris.”
Are men here this different? Is this courting or a temporary impulse or a cultural thing?
She envisioned a miniature of Shyam.
Raven hair, rich colored skin and chubby. The adorable kind of chubby that you squish them, making them giggle when they’re little and roll their eyes when they’re older. I hope they look like him. His face. I- What am I doing?
“I am sorry I spoke,” he said.
“Shyam, please don’t apologize for feeling things- for telling me. It’s sweet. You would make a wonderful father.” She kissed his cheek.
“You would make a great mother.” He swallowed and conjured up some more bravery, “We would be good together. Are good together.”
I could do my job from anywhere there’s internet. WHAT THE HELL AM I SAYING? But I could, these couple days proved it. I’ve always wanted- What do I want? My last three relationships were duds. My engagement a joke. I’ve felt comfortable with him since we met. Yeah, but we haven’t dealt with everyday pressures, jobs let alone a child. But why should I shy away? Because of differences in cultures? Am I that shallow? Do I think he is? No. Why shouldn’t I? Everything about this says I should. Maybe wait on the baby thing- oh- a baby. There’s a lot to discuss. Working, babysitters, daycare, traditions, child rearing- things we can discuss while-
Chris asked, “So are you asking me to be your roommate?”
His face was as blank as hers. “To start.”
“Will your parents approve of you bringing a brassy American-“
He smiled, “My father will love your honesty and openness, my mother not so much-“ Chris frowned making Shyam laugh. “But she will! She will! She will be surprised. Oh god,” he beamed, “my father is going to be so jealous.”
“Because you are you. Because he is like me and will like what I like about you.”
“And that is, what?”
He smiled, “Everything.”
“That’s a lot of things.”
“There is so much of you to admire,” he bragged.
“Are you saying I’m fat?” He groaned and hid his face in her hair. She spoke softly, “Shyam...will your parents really-”
“My mother may be surprised at first, but she loves me.” He lifted his head and looked down at her. “And they will love you..because I love you.” She swallowed hard. “I do.”
“Are you sure? I mean, we’ve-“
Full of confidence, he nodded. “Very certain. Do you not feel the same way?” The smile on his face said he already knew. She nodded. “Can you say it?”
“Shyam. Are you sure-“
“Chris,” he gently chastised, “I have heard you in your sleep the last few days.”
Nodding, he stroked her hair like he does she rested, hoping to evoke memories of those dreams. “Yes, you have been struggling more and more. Last night I asked you a question.”
“Wait. I talked in my sleep?”
“Since our last night in Goa.” She gaped at him. He kissed her on the mouth and reassured her, “I am glad I heard it. Otherwise I would not know..I would feel alone.”
“Why would you feel alone?”
“I do not believe I would have been brave enough to ever tell you how I feel.”
“But you did because I said..What did I say in my sleep?”
“You didn’t want to leave me. You cried telling your mother you couldn’t leave me. You said that often the last few nights and then last night,” he grinned at her, “I asked you who you can’t leave. You said, Shyam.” He kissed her and said, “And when I asked you why you can’t leave, you said because I love him.”
She swallowed hard. Terrified that her mind broke in the middle of the night, her tight rein on her feelings had burst free in the dark. “I did?”
His smile crashed and burned, “Is it not true?”
SAY IT! JUST SAY IT! Don’t hurt him! Tell the truth!
She nodded emphatically and he beamed. “Yes. I do. I do love you Shyam.” A shower of kisses rained on her face. “I think I was trying to be..to be certain or..afraid I was rushing things or I’d push you into something you didn’t-“
He laughed, “And I tell you I want to make you pregnant! That is not rushing things?” She giggled. “Or have you meet my family. I have never taken a woman to meet them. They may die of surprise. I cannot believe- I still cannot believe I am bedding you! I have never had a woman sweep me off my feet and into bed-“
“Bullshit!” Chris laughed. “Bullshit! You and Praveen probably competed in the past!”
“No. I have only had one, one night stand. I have to have a connection with a woman before I can have sex. You and I have magic.”
“That too. But you were funny, laughing at yourself when I said you weren’t reading but watching me. Staring!”
“I wasn’t staring, I was..I was dreaming.”
“Dreaming of what?”
“And you did.”
“Yep. I conquered you.” He laughed. “Okay, okay, you kind of conquered me too.” They were silent and still, thinking. “Now what do we do?”
“You stay or we go.”
“My job is in Atlanta, yours is here.”
“There are jobs in my field there. I was looking yesterday, many companies in that city are seeking my vocation.”
“Shyam. I can’t take you away from your home. Your family-“
“Would you not do the same for me?”
“I would. But..but this is your home. I-“
“I would like to see the states. If, after a couple years, I have my fill we will move back.” His eyes lit up with an idea. “It would strengthen my career substantially having worked in the states. So many companies are linked to India.”
“You’d make a great liaison on the technical front.” He nodded, notions racing through his head. “But your family. And your friends Shyam! They’ll be-“
“Happy for me. I have known most of them since Kindergarten, we will always be friends.” His smile fell. “We have not discussed your mother and how she will react. When you were dreaming you-“
“Shyam,” she hugged him, “like you said, she will love you because I love you.”
He leaned back to look at her, “Are you not concerned about taking home-“
“A sexy Indian? Hell no!” He smiled. “I also have black and Asian friends. Seriously Shyam, my friends will enjoy your company just like I enjoy your friends.”
“But your friends will not see us have sex.” Chris squealed, Shyam held her tight and went for another. “And they won’t talk about your pink tits or ask me if American girls are wild in bed.” She was laughing, he was feeling high. “Even though you are wild in bed.”
“Oh Shyam,” she sighed. “My only concern is that you are too professional for Americans.”
“What do you mean?”
“Too many Americans like to gossip and stab one another in the back. Not all of them, but it only takes one or two to cause big problems in an office.” She didn’t want to discourage him, so she told him other parts. “But you’ll be a breath of fresh air. Setting standards and being an excellent role model. And considering you’re so young and pulled together, you’ll impress the hell out of people.”
“But I will need to watch my back?”
“You know what? I used to do that but if you do your job, do it well and without people having to babysit you I find my work stands on its own. No matter what petty things go on in an office.“ The first of many questions was raised. “Do you think I could work full time when we have kids?”
“You love your job.”
“Yeah. I like to work 50-60 hours a week-“
“Not when we have babies,” he said flatly.
She smiled, “No. That many hours wouldn’t be good. Away from you too much. Our kids- You know, I’m two years older than you and I’ve never given children much thought since my fiancé and I broke up. But even then..with him I wasn’t..I wasn’t excited about it. But with you Shyam..” She ran her fingers over his head, “With you I want to. I want to see a little Shyam running around and being naughty and curious.”
“What about a girl? I would like her to look like you.”
“Ugh,” Chris stuck her tongue out and he pretended to bite it. “I love your face Shyam. It’d be beautiful to see on a daughter.”
Chris laughed, “How many!?” She yelled at the sky, “How many, he asks!” He chuckled and she looked at him. “Sixteen.” He nodded. “No! Three is good. At least two.”
“Four or five.”
“Four, okay. But five? FIVE!?” She groaned. “Geez, I’ll need breast implants after breast feeding five!”
He was grinning at her. Savoring this sunny, lakeside, life changing moment with the woman he loved and who loved him.
He put his mouth on her ear and said, “Naan unnai kaadhalikkiraen.”
For once she knew what he said, she turned her head and smiled at him. “I love you too.”
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