A Friend In Need - 4
That couldn’t possibly be the phone ringing, could it? I thought to myself. It’s three thirty in the morning who could be calling me at this time? I reached out in the dark for the phone and struggled to get it, but I was able to find it. “Hello…” I muttered, not sure if this was a dream or if the phone had actually rang. I repeated “Hello?” There was nothing but silence so I figured I was dreaming so I was about to hang up when I heard someone crying on the other end. The voice sounded familiar now. “I’m sorry to call this late…,” the voice said in between sobs. It was my friend Lalitha. “Lalitha? What’s wrong?” I asked somewhat sobered by her cries. “It’s ur friend Sankar my hubby . He got mad at me and kicked me out of the apartment. He won’t let me back in. I was wondering if I could spend the night…” I cut her off “Of course you can. Where are you?” “I’m at your door step. I’m really sorry about this…” “Don’t be silly, wait iam coming.” ” I hung up the phone and stumbled to my feet. I put on a shirt and pants, as I usually sleep in my boxers. Lalitha , sankar and myselfI had been friends for about six years from college onwards. I opened the door and stuck my head out. Lalitha came around the corner. “Come on in,” I said. She was still crying. “Thank you. I didn’t know what else to do” “Now tell me what happened?” I asked. “I… I don’t know. He just got mad at me and started yelling and when I started crying, he told me to get out of his apartment and I just didn’t know where else to go… I am really sorry!” I reached out to put my arm around her “Lalitha, you don’t have anything to be sorry about. I don’t need to sleep for tomorrow.” She continued to sob. “Go to bed. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. Go to bed.” “Are you kidding me? I can’t leave you in this condition. I’ll be fine!” Lalitha leaned in and started crying on my shoulder. “Thank you so much. I don’t know what else I would have done if…” “There is no ifs for you to worry about. I wouldn’t have said no to you, especially when you need help.” Lalitha pulled her head away from my shoulder as she kept weeping. I wiped a tear that fell from her eyes. And that’s when it happened. Lalitha and I caught each other’s eyes and kept our eyes focused on each other. That’s when I realized just how hard I had grown, being this close to her. I know I should have looked away, but I couldn’t help myself. I touched her face gently again, moving the hair from her face. But it wasn’t enough to draw our attention from each other. I saw her soft lips lean towards me. I should have pulled away, I mean she was obviously in a vulnerable state, and I kept thinking about my friend. But it was no use. Instead I leaned in as well, and our lips met. We kissed tentatively at first. She pulled away for a second, looking at me. I started to apologize but before I could get a thought out, she placed her hand on my chest and leaned in again, kissing me a little deeper. She pushed me back so my back leaned against the rear of the couch. My hands slid up and down her back as we kissed deeper, our mouths now open and our wet tongues dancing together. Lalitha straddled me, we kissed like crazy now. Lalitha traced her finger down my arm and my hip, my body shivered at the touch of her. There was a look in her eyes that I never seen from her before. I had always thought she was an innocent girl, but that look told me otherwise. She began rubbing herself against me, taking my hand from her back and placing it on her small breast. Lalitha wasn’t blessed with large breasts, but her body was still beautiful, nonetheless. I wanted to see more. I tugged at her T-shirt, pulling it over her head. It fell to the floor, carelessly. Lalitha suggestively licked her lips with a devilish grin as she reached behind her, unhooking her bra. I brought my mouth to one of her pink nipples, caressing it softly with my tongue. Her head craned back, as her fingers played with my hair. She took my hand and stood, forcing me to stand too. Quickly she grabbed her discarded shirt and bra, still holding my hand. She led me down the hallway into my bedroom. As the door closed, I slid behind her, wrapping my arms around her slender waist, covering her neck with deep kisses. Her shirt and bra hit the floor again as she moaned. Her hips began to move as she touched the side of my face with her fingertips. I stepped back from her, raising my arms into the air to remove my own shirt. Lalitha turned around to watch me. There was that look in her eyes again. I raised my arm to touch her breast as she slipped my gray pajama bottoms to the floor. My boxers were not doing a very good job hiding just how excited I was. Lalitha wasted no time removing those boxers as well. Here I stood in front of her totally naked and completely aroused. She motioned to the stereo. I walked over to it, turned on the radio and turned back to her. To my surprise in the time it took me to get to the stereo and turn it on, Lalitha had slid off her jeans and laid on my bed, wearing a pair of men’s boxers. She looked so delicious. She raised her arms over her head, stretching on my bed. I climbed on top of the bed, by her feet. I slid my hand up her leg and over the boxers. Lalitha had her eyes closed by this point, a soft moan escaping from her lips as she raised her hips off the bed long enough for me to slide down her boxers. Her pubic hair was just as red as the hair on top of her head. She really looked amazing laying there. I started kissing her belly, slowly moving my tongue and lips. I looked up at her. Lalitha’s eyes were still closed, her head moving gently against the pillow. I continued to trail my kisses up her body, gently caressing her breasts in my mouth. Another louder moaned slipped out of her mouth.