A Trail - Part 1 (The Tail Into the Woods)
My name’s Rahul. By the time I turned 26, I’d come to think that really, this was how life would go, being the background character in my own story. I am not that much to look at, with a face that’s hardly noticeable in the crowd. My personality is as plain as a toast with some non-spicy tomatoes and onions. My life has been designed to be a series of safe, pinpointed choices. That is why my parents’ latest plan for me felt so absurd. They wanted me to marry my cousin, Teju. Teju is the sexiest person that I could have ever imagined to be my wife. She was a damn hot girl like Rakul Preeth Singh, slim waist, perfect boobs and tight thighs. But our families were serious. We both got new jobs in another city. To facilitate this “arrangement,” we moved into the same apartment building. I decided to go at it with all excitement. I wanted to prove myself as a worthy male. I prepared her favourite food. I went shopping and bought her whatever she wanted in a shop, and took her to good, safe restaurants. For a while, it seemed to work. It was appreciated, I think. She would smile and thank me. There were moments of real warmth. I let myself hope. Then came a new arrogant person, Roopak, to stay next door. He was 22, the Gen Z guy, confident enough to make any woman go with him. With a sharp jawline and an effortless swagger. He was all that I could not be – masculine, adventurous, and some raw energy that I could never put on. He started talking to Teju, and it was as if another version of her started to come alive. He would flirt outrageously, making bold moves right under my nose. They were totally oblivious-or perhaps caring little-of our family’s plans. Her birthday was the turning point. I, true to form, purchased a cake and a bouquet of roses. It was sweet. It was completely unforgettable, memorable and a decent way to surprise a girl that you meet, at least for me. Roopak, on the other hand, secured two tickets to a concert for a band she loved. I tagged along, feeling like a bone in the meat. In that heavy crowd, under the disco lights, I watched them. They danced, their bodies moving closer and closer with every beat, a step closer. He was holding her hip, the grip got strong, and the distances got short for every beat of the song. As the final song came to an end, their faces were so close that I could hardly see 2 apart. In that peak moment, they kissed, deep and hungry. That was the first time. After that, Teju withdrew. Our parents had officially told her about the marriage arrangement. She couldn’t bring herself to defy them. I was the safe choice, the secure future. But in her eyes, there was this inner conflict. She wanted stability, but somewhere deep inside. I could sense that she was dying for the fun and excitement with Roopak. A few weeks later, my parents suggested that I go for a five-day trek in the mountains along with a travelling group. I tried to be as usual, extra cautious. I started to pack extra first-aid kits, refusing to engage in any dangerous activity. So that I can take care of my future wife and win her heart, but it was the reason for bringing down the mood. Teju did not like it. One afternoon, as a shower gave way to brilliant sun, a perfect rainbow arced over the valley. In that magic, romance-washed light, she turned to me, and we kissed. It was nice, I was on clouds and excited. That evening, there was a call from my parent that they paid extra for a midnight moon hike. Teju and I could go for a night stay at that beautiful place and camp there at night. The moon reflects in the hot spring while we take a bath. But they warned me that there might be some water creatures too, of course. I declined, citing the cold and the risk as my reasons. Teju was angry. “You never want to do anything fun!” she exclaimed. She didn’t accept “no” for an answer. When Roopak said he would go, she decided to go with him. I was in my tent for hours trying to brush that off, but my eyes were wide open. The thought of them being together, alone under the moon, kept eating away at me. A mixture of concern and a sick, twisted curiosity finally got hold of me. I put on my shoes and made the quiet climb to the waterfall campsite. There was no one except the river’s steady sound at the camp. I went to Roopak’s tent. My steps were quiet on the cold ground, but the tent was empty. An unusual kind of emptiness. Then I heard it. A sound that was not where it should be. A wet, choking sound, coming from the hot springs. I went to the sound. My heart was beating at maximum speed. There, under the bright light of the moon, in the hot spring, I saw them. Teju was kneeling at the edge of the hot water, her head thrown back. Roopak was standing over her, his hands in her hair, guiding her. His thick cock was in her mouth. She was gagging, her body was bucking as she tried to get away. But he held her tight, hips moving in a slow, harsh rhythm. “Take it,” he said, low. “All of it.” After he took her out of her mouth, she coughed, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to him. Before she could get her breath, he pulled her up. His power was scary. Then he raised her and tried to get inside her. Teju got frightened. “It’s my first time,” she stammered. “I don’t know how-” Roopak grinned. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll make you a pro.” He was rubbing his cock against her wet pussy lips, and Teju was moaning quietly. She couldn’t hold back anymore. Gradually, he inserted his finger. Teju yelled. “Stop! Please, stop!” she begged, but he ignored her. He raised her legs even more, spreading them far apart. “Be quiet,” he shouted harshly in her face. He used his leg to separate her legs even more. I saw his big, hard cock pressing against the little pink opening of her pussy. He wasn’t gentle. He shoved.