As mentioned in my bio, this is a work in progress. I will be putting up extracts from a book I am working on and perhaps that will prompt me to complete this task faster! :)
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Thank you!
The mists were playing hide and seek again. September was ending and the leaves were just about starting to change colour, especially the lone maple tree just outside the college chapel. It was three in the afternoon, a Saturday and college had just gotten over. The wind was picking up now and she pulled her sweater just a little bit closer to herself. It had been a long day, the classes had been good but her emotions were all messed up and her mind was whirling with a dozen questions, all of it bad.
It was like trying to claw yourself out of a bad dream, only you were living the dream, every waking moment of your life. In a way, it was almost like an escape mechanism; her flinging herself into every conceivable relationship, just so she could feel a little better about herself and even feel a little wanted in the process.
She knew deep down inside she needed to get away from it all, that what she was doing was going to get her burnt in the process. But she just didn’t care; like a reckless driver headed for the cliff, she knew where she was headed but it didn’t matter anymore. She longed for the darkness, any kind of slumber where she could lose herself forever; as long as they were all good and as long as she didn’t have to wake up and see life for what it was, all bleak with no signs of getting any better.
“Hey,” a soft voice beckoned. She looked up and instantly her mood lifted.
He was standing, grinning his slow soft smile as always. She jumped up and felt herself enveloped in a great big hug.
“How are you? When did you come home?” she squealed, delighted at how he had shown up, so sudden, out of the blue.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, “Would you like some tea?”
“Not really, what about you?” he said. “Naaah,” she replied, “Where do you want to go? I have an hour and a half before I have to get back to my aunt’s place.”
“Let’s just walk around for a bit,” he said, “and maybe we can stop somewhere for a coffee or something.”
“Sounds good,” she said and hooking her hand across his, they made their way across to the other side of the road.
They walked around aimlessly for over an hour talking about nothing and everything under the sun. He had come home just for a few days, simply because he wanted to, was what he had told her, but more so because he needed time to think.
He had never told her about his own personal problems, especially his relationships. He was happy just to hear about hers although it was exasperating why she always ended up with such losers. To him, she was almost like a younger sibling and he didn’t feel he had to pretend to be anyone else around her.
Although he wasn’t feeling like that, all that brotherly love, not today. He looked at her carefully while she prattled on endlessly, oblivious to his stares. She had grown in the last six months since he had left, grown from a gawky teenager and blossoming into quite the woman.
Her waist was thin, so small he could have cupped it with both hands and her legs; suddenly they had appeared to have grown overnight, long and slender, her ankles slim, hiding behind the skirt she had draped herself with. Who was this half girl, half woman in front of him now?
They had stopped now and the road ahead of them lay deserted. She stopped to lean on the iron fence that straddled the mountain face even as he lay back on it. She had stopped talking now and was looking at him, a mixture of curiosity and puzzlement on her face, wondering why he had suddenly grown so quiet.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, “Is everything ok? I mean with college and studies and stuff?”
He wasn’t even sure what made him do that next. He leaned down and cupping her face with his hands, touched his lips gently with hers. He caressed her cheek softly and slowly and in soft, lingered pauses, filled his breaths with his own as he took her lips in his. It seemed like forever, their bodies entwined in that caress until he broke away and gazed deep into her eyes.
“Let’s go home,” he said.
*********************************
That was it. He was just being a dutiful police officer. Except he didn’t feel it, the part of a dutiful officer that is. He was feeling pretty much the same way he felt when she had first told him about her boyfriend troubles. She was always getting hooked up with some loser, questioning how she’d ended up in such messes. And he was always left wondering as to why on earth she had given herself so easily to such crappy relationships. It was something he could not understand. Not even after all these years.
He sighed. It was looking dangerously close to how he had felt some twenty odd years ago; also about the time when he had decided that he stay as far away as possible from her. Except that it didn’t happen, not right away.
Those soulful eyes that looked at him had a dangerous way of sucking you right under; and something there that day that had made him wrap her around and kiss her, deeply. All his frustrations with his own ruined relationships, of his father, of the one that had broken his heart, he had poured into that one kiss.
He was using her, he had told himself that day, to exorcize the demons of his past and in a way, so was she. They were both doing each other a favour, soothing each other’s hurts in those last five days before he went back to college.
When he left, he had decided he would not come back. Or call or find out how she was doing. It was better that way, for everyone, for himself and for her too. She would find someone soon enough, she always did.
That was a long, long time ago, a time and an era that was spent and since long forgotten. Except he couldn’t help but remember once more, those legs and that slit that ran down her denim skirt.
That skirt that shifted as she walked, with a hint of skin, driving him crazy, arousing in him a lust that he was ashamed to admit. They had kissed some more, his hands reaching underneath, feeling, cupping her small, round breasts. There was something wild and abandoned about her that had made him want to take her right there and then.
He would have but she had started crying, a small tear that ran down her cheek and he had stopped. She had said it wasn’t him, it was something else; he couldn’t quite understand it, not even now, why he had stopped. But that was as far as they had gone and perhaps it had been better that way. Although he had heard later that she fucked Prashant or he had fucked her, who cares?
He was really mad at first, but later he realized that he had been better off. After all, nobody likes a girl who sleeps around. And so that was it.
Please leave your comments/feedback/suggestions but no mud slinging please.
Thank you!
The mists were playing hide and seek again. September was ending and the leaves were just about starting to change colour, especially the lone maple tree just outside the college chapel. It was three in the afternoon, a Saturday and college had just gotten over. The wind was picking up now and she pulled her sweater just a little bit closer to herself. It had been a long day, the classes had been good but her emotions were all messed up and her mind was whirling with a dozen questions, all of it bad.
It was like trying to claw yourself out of a bad dream, only you were living the dream, every waking moment of your life. In a way, it was almost like an escape mechanism; her flinging herself into every conceivable relationship, just so she could feel a little better about herself and even feel a little wanted in the process.
She knew deep down inside she needed to get away from it all, that what she was doing was going to get her burnt in the process. But she just didn’t care; like a reckless driver headed for the cliff, she knew where she was headed but it didn’t matter anymore. She longed for the darkness, any kind of slumber where she could lose herself forever; as long as they were all good and as long as she didn’t have to wake up and see life for what it was, all bleak with no signs of getting any better.
“Hey,” a soft voice beckoned. She looked up and instantly her mood lifted.
He was standing, grinning his slow soft smile as always. She jumped up and felt herself enveloped in a great big hug.
“How are you? When did you come home?” she squealed, delighted at how he had shown up, so sudden, out of the blue.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, “Would you like some tea?”
“Not really, what about you?” he said. “Naaah,” she replied, “Where do you want to go? I have an hour and a half before I have to get back to my aunt’s place.”
“Let’s just walk around for a bit,” he said, “and maybe we can stop somewhere for a coffee or something.”
“Sounds good,” she said and hooking her hand across his, they made their way across to the other side of the road.
They walked around aimlessly for over an hour talking about nothing and everything under the sun. He had come home just for a few days, simply because he wanted to, was what he had told her, but more so because he needed time to think.
He had never told her about his own personal problems, especially his relationships. He was happy just to hear about hers although it was exasperating why she always ended up with such losers. To him, she was almost like a younger sibling and he didn’t feel he had to pretend to be anyone else around her.
Although he wasn’t feeling like that, all that brotherly love, not today. He looked at her carefully while she prattled on endlessly, oblivious to his stares. She had grown in the last six months since he had left, grown from a gawky teenager and blossoming into quite the woman.
Her waist was thin, so small he could have cupped it with both hands and her legs; suddenly they had appeared to have grown overnight, long and slender, her ankles slim, hiding behind the skirt she had draped herself with. Who was this half girl, half woman in front of him now?
They had stopped now and the road ahead of them lay deserted. She stopped to lean on the iron fence that straddled the mountain face even as he lay back on it. She had stopped talking now and was looking at him, a mixture of curiosity and puzzlement on her face, wondering why he had suddenly grown so quiet.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, “Is everything ok? I mean with college and studies and stuff?”
He wasn’t even sure what made him do that next. He leaned down and cupping her face with his hands, touched his lips gently with hers. He caressed her cheek softly and slowly and in soft, lingered pauses, filled his breaths with his own as he took her lips in his. It seemed like forever, their bodies entwined in that caress until he broke away and gazed deep into her eyes.
“Let’s go home,” he said.
*********************************
That was it. He was just being a dutiful police officer. Except he didn’t feel it, the part of a dutiful officer that is. He was feeling pretty much the same way he felt when she had first told him about her boyfriend troubles. She was always getting hooked up with some loser, questioning how she’d ended up in such messes. And he was always left wondering as to why on earth she had given herself so easily to such crappy relationships. It was something he could not understand. Not even after all these years.
He sighed. It was looking dangerously close to how he had felt some twenty odd years ago; also about the time when he had decided that he stay as far away as possible from her. Except that it didn’t happen, not right away.
Those soulful eyes that looked at him had a dangerous way of sucking you right under; and something there that day that had made him wrap her around and kiss her, deeply. All his frustrations with his own ruined relationships, of his father, of the one that had broken his heart, he had poured into that one kiss.
He was using her, he had told himself that day, to exorcize the demons of his past and in a way, so was she. They were both doing each other a favour, soothing each other’s hurts in those last five days before he went back to college.
When he left, he had decided he would not come back. Or call or find out how she was doing. It was better that way, for everyone, for himself and for her too. She would find someone soon enough, she always did.
That was a long, long time ago, a time and an era that was spent and since long forgotten. Except he couldn’t help but remember once more, those legs and that slit that ran down her denim skirt.
That skirt that shifted as she walked, with a hint of skin, driving him crazy, arousing in him a lust that he was ashamed to admit. They had kissed some more, his hands reaching underneath, feeling, cupping her small, round breasts. There was something wild and abandoned about her that had made him want to take her right there and then.
He would have but she had started crying, a small tear that ran down her cheek and he had stopped. She had said it wasn’t him, it was something else; he couldn’t quite understand it, not even now, why he had stopped. But that was as far as they had gone and perhaps it had been better that way. Although he had heard later that she fucked Prashant or he had fucked her, who cares?
He was really mad at first, but later he realized that he had been better off. After all, nobody likes a girl who sleeps around. And so that was it.
