And then there were her feet and legs. When he started massaging her feet, she never thought he would caress them that way. The way he rolled and tweaked her toes was very seductive. The movement of his fingers between her toes was so suggestively erotic! Oh god! What wild thoughts, these!
The hands that massaged her legs, didn’t they feel so manly? They were strong but caring and the touch was lovely and sensual. She particularly liked the way he fondled her calves. Oh god! If he could do that to her calves, what would he do if had access to her bigger assets!! She truly blushed a deep red at that thought.
I took a deep breath and shut my eyes. I should put an end to this nonsense. Sekhar was just a boy, a teenager with puppy love for his teacher. And here I was, a spinster reacting like a teenager myself.
Nothing could come out of this and nothing should be done to promote it. I would gently but firmly, correct the boy and wean him away from this infatuation. Wasn’t that what I was supposed to do as a teacher, anyway?
Who was I fooling? For the first time in ages, someone loved me as a woman. A man who worshiped me, who loved to touch me and fondle me! Kamala, you would be a fool to let this opportunity to slip away, I told myself. Make the most of it, it may be your last chance to experience the pleasures of the body, pleasures which you have denied yourself all along, my heart said.
Oh god! What should I do?
I got back to my normal, busy routine of college and tuitions. Things are back to normal.
Sekhar never missed my classes or the tuition. He was as reverent and as attentive as ever. Had anything changed between us? Nothing obvious to others, nothing to betray us!
But there were subtle changes that were known only to us. Firstly, there was touching. Yes, whenever possible, Sekhar’s hands touched mine. The contacts were mostly his fingertips touching my hands.
Once or twice, his hands brushed against my thighs, by accident or design, I wasn’t sure. The fact was that I loved his touch and looked forward to it. And every single touch sent sparks through me.
Then there were the looks. In the tuition, i very often caught him looking at me in a odd way. He would look at my chest, my behind and my thighs and when he did that, I saw naked desire and passion in his eyes. He would look as if he were mentally stripping me and seeing them naked. That hungry look in his eyes sent hot flushes down to my loins. When caught looking thus, he would blush and turn his head away.
Thus there was this strong undercurrent of passion and desire and we were both aware of it. But neither could do anything about it.
One Sunday Sekhar surprised us by bringing his mother along and introducing us. She was a nice lady aged around fifty years. My mother and she became good friends instantly, when they discovered that they had a few common friends. It was good in a way because my mother didn’t have many friends or avoided relatives because of my spinster status.
Another time Sekhar surprised me by giving a few roses from a friend’s garden. He gave them when no one was around and his voice shook when he said, “for you Madame.” I was touched. No one ever gave me roses – not that way! That night in bed I had the roses for company. I took one and caressed my cheeks and lips with that, simulating what he did the other night. As I thought of his touch, my pulse quickened.
I untied my blouse and freed my breasts. I touched my nipples with a rose in each hand and caressed them. They became painfully hard and erect. I pressed the flowers hard against them thinking of them as Sekhar’s palms. I felt a hot flush in my loins and wetness in my womanhood.
I took a rose and opening my thighs wide rubbed myself with that rose vigorously while imaging Sekhar doing it. In a few minutes I had a strong spasm rocking my body. I slept like a log that night.
I felt lightheaded and happy when I woke up next morning. I never woke up in such a mood for long time! It continued the whole day and whenever I had free time, my mind filled up with erotic thoughts.
It was soon November and the winter was on us. The mornings and evenings were often foggy and the visibility was poor. Mercury dropped, sweaters and mufflers were out. While young lovers reveled, the old shivered.
It was then that everything changed!
It all started with a letter from my sister saying she was sick and requesting me to send mother immediately for a week to help her. Mother was in a dilemma. This was the first time sister had asked for help in a long while. At the same time she was loath to leave me alone and go. I told mother we would decide by evening and went back to college.
In the evening, a beaming mother greeted me on return from college.
“Our problem is solved. Sekhar would sleep here in my absence. I went and requested his mother and she agreed readily.” Mother was indeed active!
My reactions were mixed. I didn’t plan for it but it happened. Here was an opportunity to be alone with Sekhar in the nights for a full week. What would we do? How far we would go? Or should we go? I was too excited to think rationally.
Author’s narrative
Sekhar went to the bus stand that evening and put the old lady on a comfortable bus that would take her to her destination by next morning. After dinner he went to kamala Madame’s house carrying his books bag with him. He was very excited at the prospect of spending several nights at Madame’s place. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen but knew he would try and touch her while she was asleep.
Kamala was far more excited, as she waited for the young boy to join her. She felt like a horny teenage girl. She knew that both of them were inexperienced in these matters and felt apprehensive. She wouldn’t lead him on. That would be wrong. But, she would respond to his moves positively, she thought. She knew she was all confused and mixed up in her excitement.
Sekhar knocked on the door at nine that night.
“Madame, she got a good seat and it is a deluxe bus with cushioned seats,” he said.
“Oh, thank you, Sekhar,” she said softly.
“I see that you have brought your books. Good, you can study for some time,” she pointed to the mat, bed sheet, pillow and blanket, all neatly kept in one corner.
He got the message. He would sleep in this room and not in her room. It was different with her mother at home and when Madame was sick. That was not possible now. But he would get an opportunity, he was sure – sooner or later.
Now is the time to tell you about the layout of her home. It was a small rented house. The front room was the tuition room where Sekhar would sleep in the night. That room led into Madame’s room. Her room led to a smaller room which her mother used. That room opened to a kitchen and a small backyard. The toilet and bathroom were located in that backyard.
Thus the access to the toilet and bathroom was only through her room and there was no other way.
While he studied for a while, she sat on the chair and read the Illustrated Weekly of India, a popular magazine at that time. Neither of them was really focused on what they were reading.
Around ten, Kamala said she was going to bed. Sekhar gave her a look of longing as he bid her a good night. He noticed that she left the door to her room open and saw her switching on the bed lamp and then switching off the main lamp. He heard the slight creak of her single bed as she lay down.
He decided to study for another half an hour so that she would fall asleep. Time moved very slowly and his excitement grew at the thought of what lay ahead. Exactly after half an hour, he got up and made his way to the toilet at the back of the house and relieved himself. While returning he stopped in Kamala’s room and looked at the bed from his doorway.
She lay on the bed on her back, fully covered in a thin blanket from toes to her neck. Her breathing was even and she was apparently asleep. He went close to her bed and saw her form for a full minute. He could make out the slight raise around her chest area in the blanket where her breasts are hidden. But he lacked the courage to touch her, looking into her face, even in that dim light. He was scared of getting caught, red handed, if she woke up.
The light has to go. Yes, he would switch off the bed light and would sit on the floor on her bedside. He would then touch her. If she woke up, she wouldn’t see him in the darkness. He would just crawl away. If she asked him in the morning why he switched off the bed light, he would say that he couldn’t sleep because the light was disturbing him.
With the light off and sitting on the floor on his knees, he searched with his hands slowly and found the side edge of the blanket. Lifting the edge just a fraction, he slipped his right hand under the blanket and let it rest.
After a few seconds he started moving his palm very slowly, a few millimeters at a time. His fingertip touched thin clothing which was her sari. He slipped his fingers under that and moved them forward again.
His two long fingers came into contact with her smooth skin which was soft and just warm. Sekhar guessed that he was touching her waist on her left side. He was lucky because her arms were crossed over her chest and so he had unhindered access to her waist and belly. He reveled at his luck in touching her at such a nice spot on first attempt. He stayed put without moment for full two minutes.
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