‘Why do you guys fear us Indians?’ She asked immediately she sat. ‘Who are we?’ I asked arrogantly. She laughed sarcastically. This sarcastic laugh gave her an opportunity to lean on me. Its then her hand ‘accidentally’ hit my machine gun. It was very painful. I felt embarrassed ‘How does it feel to be sharp in accounts?’ Aayushi asked to rub off what had just happened.
‘Feel comfortable, my parents never come over for lunch’ Aayushi said point blank. I automatically knew this girl was not in for any academic help. She wanted something different. That’s what I did not want. I had Ritas ring. I loved Rita, she was the woman I treasured. I can’t play my beautiful queen with a school girl.
‘Conrad I know my parents could not be in support of this,’ Aayushi started while holding my arms. I felt shy ….’I also don’t know what your take will be. Allow me to be honest… I LOVE YOU. I want you to be my husband. Conrad I love you and I will kill myself if my parents decide not to let me follow my heart’.This statement left me more confused. This is something I did not imagine. I have had dreams, the weirdest and wildest of dreams but it has never crossed my mind to date an Indian, let alone munching one.
‘Aayushi, am sorry, am not the best placed to be your boyfriend. I bet u know nothing about me. We have met the second time now and I don’t think it’s the right time to fall in love. I will wish we stick to what we were supposed to do today; tackling financial accounting and then we can talk about relationship next time. I said ths knowing it will be the last time I would meet her. I however did not know I had added salt to a fresh wound. Aayushi broke down to tears. Aayushi breaking down right beside me broke my heart. I held her gently and let her calm down. She is a girl with a weak heart and above all she is my student. Comfort is all she required. She wrapped her hands around me and lay her head on my chest. I took a deep breath and let her relax. When I opened my eyes, Aayushi was sleeping peacefully on my chest, breathing gently with a smile spread all over her face. As I looked at her peaceful face, she opened her eyes. Her eyes were now dry and her face full of joy. “Sorry you got to let me go now”,
I excused myself as I elevated her from my chest. ‘NO! You can’t go away from me’ she exclaimed and grabbed me tighter. Her breaths were deep and louder as she eased herself to my chest. ‘I can’t do ths’. I swore to myself kimoyomoyo……………………
Aayushi loosened her black long hair, letting it fall right through her face to my navel. She started massaging my chest and unbuttoning my shirt. I knew pushing her away may
complicate the matter. ‘What if she screams that I was raping her?’ I let her do what she pleased.
She navigated through my belly with her fingers to the wonder down under. She writhed through my jean and grabbed the machine gun. It obeyed and swung to action: its favourite affair. Her warm hands felt good. She pulled it out and sighed with ecstasy, ‘whoa so lovely’. I was still in shock when her mouth landed freely on it.
The feeling was so sweet. I felt as if I was flying in the skies. She rose and stood in front of me. Aayushi started stripping exposing her potty belly. Potty bellies turn me on. They are the one reason why I loved Rita immensely. Ladies, men love women with stomaka…the bigger the stomaka the sweeter the belly. If you have tyres, trust me no man can leave you. The tyres that run through the waist act as good grabbers when we doing doggy style. I pulled Aayushi and let her sit on my laps. We started kissing passionately. Just as we were about to hit it we heard a male voice shout………..To Be continued