Rhea,My Darling

We both were on my bike, the bike making around 100 km/ hour. I don’t drive so fast normally but I was in a hell of a condition. A gorgeous woman was the pillion rider, her creamy, hairless, arms wrapped around my waist and she was pressed hard against me. She was wearing shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. No bra, I had noticed.

As I was not wearing anything underneath my t-shirt, I could feel her breasts rubbing up and down my back with every jerk of the bike and often they just pressed against my back. I felt the warmth of her breasts and felt as if her breasts were burning holes in my back. The bike was racing from Panji to the South of Goa to Palolem beach, one of the best beaches in Goa.Where is it headed to?, I wondered, not about the bike, but about our relationship.

It all had started with my marriage; not with the woman sitting with me on the bike, but to her younger sister. My wife’s name..; let it go, but the name of this woman, her elder sister, was Rhea. She was elder to my wife by one year only and she insisted that I call her by her name. Rhea had large, attractive eyes, sharp, slightly upturned nose, oval face, with hair unto shoulder length, fair, sleek, shapely body.

She generally wore jeans with t-shirts, or kurtas which did justice to her curves. She was a piece. Rhea was a very bubbly person and it was impossible not to talk, laugh, and feel good in her company. She was quite sharp and was holding an executive position in a firm. She had managed to steal my shoes from the Mandap and I had to give her a princely sum of twenty one thousand rupees (I had half a mind to buy new shoes instead, but surrendered finally) for getting my shoes back. L

Later, just before suhagrat; she gave a low whistle to call me in a corner.I want to return that amount I took, she said.

I said, Why, Rhea, are you angry or what?

She said, No, silly, it’s my own sweet will. But I am returning it not in cash but in kind. And she handed over a large box to me. I opened it to find a great assortment of condoms: ribbed, dotted, peach, apple, musk, long lasting, this& that& Condoms worth twenty one thousand rupees!!!

You must finish them all during your honeymoon, she said.

I think they are going to last for a long, long time, I said.

Not if you make good use of your time, Avi

Your sister wont be able to take that much, Rhea; I responded

She pouted and smiled, Let me know if you face that problem. We can find a solution, cant we, brother-in-law?, She said Brother-in-law with a special emphasis and a twinkle in her eye. And suddenly she kissed me on the lips and was gone.

I didnt know what to make of it, but to remain in the good books of my wife I told her about the kiss. My wife said, Rhea had said she would steal your first kiss from me but I didnt think she meant it. Now I am going to fight with her.

Next day Rhea suddenly blocked my way and demanded, Why did you babble to her about the kiss, Avi? I stammered for an explanation but she said, I am not talking to you. And she marched off.

I was puzzled at this girl, Rhea, now my sister-in-law. Her husband was a businessman, spoke little, and had small, mean eyes. I didnt like him much.

Somehow I managed to smoothen up things and get on friendly terms with her again. She left no opportunity to play pranks, to pull my leg and every time we came face to face alone, she sort of challenged me, I felt like a kid in presence of the teacher, afraid someone might think otherwise of things between Rhea and me. I tried to maintain a distance with her, but wasnt very successful in that.

We met months later on Holi. During this time I could not shake her off my mind. Her phones came daily and every time she demanded of my wife, Where is your husband hiding? You go away now and tell him to talk to me.

She talked about all the things, how she got drenched in rain, how her car got a flat tyre, how she prepared burnt paranthas, how she fought with a policeman who was asking money from a hawker child, how she bought a parrot and then set it free, the books she read, the music albums she bought, the interesting websites she came across, any movie scene that made her cry but she talked as little about her husband as possible.

My wife said Rhea wasnt happy with her marriage and that her husband was always busy in useless enterprises, and did not care for home or for Rhea’s likes and dislikes. Nobody who met Rhea could say she had such personal sorrow. Maybe it started as pity for this jovial girl, but I started getting involved with her. I became freer, more open with her, giving tit for tat in leg pulling, jokes, even non-veg jokes sometimes. She was a friend now.

Gradually, Rhea’s phone calls started coming exclusively for me, on my mobile phone. If I tried to limit our conversation or imply that I was busy, she could always manage to talk for another few minutes. And surprisingly, I didnt mind that.

I was at my in-laws for Holi. Rhea was there too. The night before we had sung songs and told jokes. Her husband wasnt there and at around one in night my wife left too as she was feeling sleepy. I thought I should go to bed too but Rhea insisted that I stay. In a jiffy she brought a bottle of Signature whiskey, glasses, and ice. When I started to protest that it wasnt proper to have it, just two of us so late in night she laughed it off and told me not to worry.

Before I knew she was already drunk and I had to carry her to her bed. As I started to leave, she put her arms all over me, dragged me down, and started kissing me. I felt my soul responding but somehow ironed my will. Dont leave me, she whispered. I sat on the bed for a few minutes holding her and then she was asleep.

The late night and whiskey made me sleep well but I woke up with a start to find a hand pressing and rubbing my penis. Now such improvisation is not the style of my wife. I turned around to find that it was Rhea. The entire hangover went away in a second.

What are you doing? Are you still drunk?, I hissed.

Dont worry darling. They are all down, playing Holi. I told them I was going to wake you up and to color you too, and thats what I am doing, Rhea said.

I found to my horror that my groin was all colored, that too in fast color. How am I going to explain my colored penis to my wife?

Thats your problem. Tell her if you dare, she said carelessly, I suggest you let me color your face to explain what we were doing up here, and you abstain from sex, abstain from sex with my sister, I mean, till the color wears off.

That was the first time I lost control, I pulled her from the waist, and kissed her deep on the mouth. Rhea responded with equal passion, our lips sucking pleasure. Thereafter, we colored each others faces, though a bit self-consciously, quietly, ceremoniously, and went down to join the others.

For the next few weeks I could not decide what to do. I felt strained towards my wife. I did not feel good, I felt as if some power was pulling me to where I should not go. In a dream I saw myself among snake lings and a large mother snake hissing angrily over me. In another, I saw myself in an orgy which turned into a gory party with the beautiful, naked girls tearing me with their green and red colored nails and chewing every part of my body.

However, this phase passed, I put a check on my thoughts of guilt. Its going on everywhere; I am not making anyone unhappy I told myself. Rhea needs love; she is a good girl in a bad situation. If I can give her some support, some love, what’s wrong, I thought.

Our conversations went on as usual. We started saying, I love you but not like immature lovers; we didnt need to take any oaths, or declare our love again and again. But often Rhea sounded desperate, I need you Avi but I cant take you away for myself. But just love me, no strings attached. When you cant handle it anymore, leave it, I’ll take care of myself. Yet, she was very unpredictable.

Right through a sweet conversation a remark could pinch her and she would say shut up and slam down the phone and refuse to talk again for days. And at times she could be dreamy and passionate, that was her basic quality which the world had robbed off her somewhat.

In October that year, I had to go to Goa for a training programme. When I told Rhea she said Fine, I’ll be there. She said her firm had a branch there and she could arrange a trip for herself.

When I went to pick her up that day in Goa, she was wearing a greenish grey suit, and had a top knot in her hair, and a pair of glasses, and looked very much like a school girl. She was surrounded by some people to whom she was giving instructions, signing cheques, very much in command.

I took her to my hotel room where I had hardly grabbed her and started kissing her when she struggled out laughing and said stop it, we’ve to get to Palolem beach, it’s a long way from here. We quickly changed into t-shirts and shorts and started for the beach on the bike I had hired. So that is how we ended up on that bike running at around 100 kms per hour.

At Palolem beach we found a good eatery and a hut. Rhea said you’d better change and get into the sea. What about you I asked. Just watch she smiled. I went into the hut to take out the inessentials. Didn’t close the door. The door creaked open and Rhea was in.

Let me finish I said.

You carry on she said and took off her t-shirt. I think I was open mouthed to see her 36 something breasts.

What are you looking at? She asked.

These things were burning holes in my back all the way down on the bike.

Oh, that was why you were driving so fast. I thought it was because you were in a hurry to reach the beach she said. Dont stand there staring as if you’ve never seen any breasts. C’mon, you will get enough time for inspection, right now rub some lotion on me, she said.

You are not seriously thinking of going out topless, only foreigners do that, I said.

You are silly. You have good beauty nearer home if you’ve got eyes Rhea said.

Ok, for the lotion then, I said. I did it with great relish and she raised her arms and I rubbed lotion more leisurely. There was a mole under the dark circle of nipple on her left breast besides that her bosom was spotless. She didn’t say anything then and went out, her boobs swinging with her steps.

She lay on the sand comfortably, topless. That day not being a weekend, it wasn’t very crowded yet I could see some Indian guys stealing glances towards Rhea, pretending to be taking strolls. I felt proud as if I possessed her. Actually, I had got possessed by Rhea.

We played with the waves and with each other, spraying water, running, grabbing. Nobody minded us. At one point I grabbed her underwater, and kissed her there. She broke free in the middle of the kiss, laughing.

It was dusk when we started back. I was slow this time. While we were passing some fields she said stop. I asked her why. I’ve to pee, she said. I stopped the bike. There were just the trees, the fields, the growing darkness, and the two of us. There was nobody around. Rhea suddenly put her arms around my neck and said why you are so stiff and distant suddenly, Avi? I said, why did you not let me kiss you at the beach? Oh, silly, is that it? I was playing with you, she said, come kiss me now.

I drank deeply from her lips and suddenly her body sprang into energy. She whispered, fuck me now, Avi.

What! There may be people around.

Take me to those trees. If at all anybody passing by sees your bike he will think the biker has gone to pee.

I took Rhea in my arms to the trees near the field. Some light from a roadside tube light filtered through the trees, enough for us to see each other. We slipped out of our clothes, excited to be naked and close in the open. Right there, under the open sky I fucked her. She took insatiably long in coming to orgasm. Every corner, every part of her body was like a flower that screamed to be plucked. We kissed for only God knows how long. I knew she was married but I also knew then that she had never been in such a frenzy of love for anybody else.

There, under the trees, between darkness and a little light, she sat on top of me while I entered her from down. Her knees were bent as she was sitting over me, her arms straight down, holding my shoulders and her head was thrown back, her eyes closed and the mouth a little open, as I started fucking her. ‘Oh Avi, burn me in your fire. Scorch me with your passion. Fuck me hard she was whispering’. We forgot the count of time.

When we reached Panaji, Goa, we went on the ship Paradise. While the ship moved on the waters and a soft music played, I and Rhea got up to dance. I held her body close, feeling her warmth envelope me. She is a good dancer, very good. We danced like lovers, holding each other, conscious of nothing else.

We decided to move in together. I checked into a hotel and booked a double-bed suite. Now the whole night was ours, several nights of unending joy were ours.

We ate from the same plate, drank whiskey from the same glass. Then we switched off the lights, except for a night lamp and undressed each other. We fucked the whole night sleeping and waking up and fucking, kissing, licking.

In the morning, she was still sleeping, naked. I brought out a pen and wrote ‘A’ on her right breast, ‘V’ on her belly with her belly button in the middle of the V as if the V was assembling her breasts up, and her vagina down into a triangle; and I wrote an ‘I’ on her left breast. So there it was, my name, Avi, so strongly put up on her body. That was the first thing she saw when she woke up.

What have you done, Avi? She was horrified.

Tit for tat. You colored my penis at Holi. I’ve stamped my name on your body.

But what am I going to tell my loser husband? This color is not coming off.

Yes it will come off after a lot many days. It’s a special Japanese pen.

To hell with it, then. Nothing I can do about it so why lose sleep over it now? Just blow my mind off everything now, Avi. Fuck me, fuck me hard, and keep fucking, Rhea said. I did that. She did that. We did that for a long time.

If the world were perfect many things wouldn’t happen. Some greatest love affairs wouldn’t happen either. I don’t want such a perfect world. If you agree, let me know your views/ comments. My email address is [email protected] & [email protected]