The SAD FIRST Time...

‘Naah’, she said to herself after trying the sleeveless pink top. She looked too ‘babyish’ in it, and she’d heard from her friends that she looks like a kiddo with pink-on. ‘Skip that’, and she tried on the red, waist length, just above her navel, and just deep enough to show her cleavage in an interesting way. Well, she did look hot, she smiled at herself in the mirror. She did her eyes smoky black, wore a lustrous gloss, and tinted her cheeks a bit red. Her fair skin had responded well to the red black color combination; her hair were open, just the way he liked them. He? Well her boyfriend for two years now, and it was his birthday today, the eighteenth birthday. That explains the dress, and all that make-up? Well, yes it does, most of the part, except that she’d do promised him that on this day, both of them will loose their virginity to each other. And, they’d planned it tonight, after the treats were done, in the park behind her hostel, beneath a widely spread shadow of trees.

She cast a long, lasting look at herself in the mirror, admiring her, and wondering how he would react on seeing her. She was slim, and on many occasions she’d felt that her frame fit perfectly into his arms, and when he’d whispered “ Ria, I feel like tasting every inch of you ‘, in her ears one night during an intimate scene a movie they’d gone to see together, she’d imagine every bit of her naked flesh being tasted by him. She’d wanted to tell him so, but she remained calm, and soon after, when he asked her how did she plan her birthday, she revealed how she wanted to live that line he’d said that day.

At precisely quarter to nine, she stepped out of her room, all perfumed, and in high spirits. She waited for him at the back gate, and smsed her friend, where he was to drop her after the act; that she’d left the hostel, and will call her once they are done. Her friend replied with, ‘hump his brains out, all the best for the first time...Yipeee!!’, encouraging her more.

Exactly 5 minutes later, he arrived at the gate. Moonlight, reds, passion and a glimpse of cleavage, made a deadly combination for him. He held her hand, she smiled, they both seemed so sure of themselves, lost in the world of fantasies and unknown ecstasies oh physical contacts, that even the 10 minutes walk getting to the decided ‘spot’ seemed like a million years walk. ‘Hey, did you get that’, she whispered. ‘What? The condoms?? Oh yes, I have, and Kunal has even told me how to go about it,’ he winked at her. The night seemed perfect, she’d dreamt her man making love to her on a clear, starlit night, with only the moon as the light on her body. ‘Perfect, I love you’, she told him, just as he pressed his lips on her bare shoulder. They looked for a soft spot in the lights of their cellphones, and before they could settle for one, she felt his hands running up her waist. A hundred butterflies cropped in her stomach, she felt her eyes close as he undid those buttons......

‘Kaun hai wahan?’
Arey kaun hai wahan?

The watchman, obviously, way older than both of them, took no more than a few seconds to judge where this was going.

He got up, being the man, and it took the watchman a gentle hit or two on his head with the lantern to make him lie down. She knew not where her phone was, she knew he was smiling hard at her and the light grew stronger and brighter on her body. She now understood why this man seemed to be so nice to them whenever they sat in the shades of the trees on their dates for long hours. He was, she concluded there and then trespassing them. And he always dismissed the watchman’s ogling eyes for her as mere misunderstanding.

The old man ripped the unhooked buttons, feasted on the tender body with his beedi smelling mouth, felt the unexplored areas, and after about half an hour, glanced a dirty look on her face. She did not shout, for she’d have to explain many a people what she was doing with her friend here at such an odd hour of the night. Teenage is confusing, you want to do things that you aren’t supposed to, and then when you are there, you want to hide it from the world. Tears were her only solace, and she let them out freely. Some time after he’d gone, she gathered her loose clothes, cared no more for him, and got on her heels. Her body did not suffer many wounds, her clothes weren’t torn, but her soul was ripped off into pieces.. She wondered what she’d tell her friend, and the smoky, beautiful eyes a few hours before, turned empty and sore for the better part of her life.