It's A One Time Thing - Part 2
“I love you too.” She said when i was leaving for work. Every person feels happy and their heart does a high jump when someone says these words to them. Obviously mine did too. And like a boy at the candy store or a boy who knows that as soon as he gets home he will get a new game or new bicycle, i was like that boy at work. I just couldn’t wait to get home and touch her, feel her again. It was like I was from Rajasthan and I’ve finally got into the rain. I don’t know how but I did manage to finish my work and ran to my car. At every turn you will probably find a board saying SAFETY IS BETTER THAN LATE well that’s true but I know how many times I’ve to tap my foot hard on the brake to slow my speed and avoid accidents. When I entered my home I started getting nervous. First reason was that my family was there and I had to be careful, very very careful around them. Then after an eternity of searching I finally found her in the kitchen. She made her way towards me and I swear that with her every step I kept picturing her naked like I’ve seen her the night before. I could even touch the mole near her left breast over her clothes, provided of course if someone asked me to do so. She kept a neutral expression while she was walking towards me. When she was so much near that I could smell her scent, I felt jittery. Goosebumps rose all over my skin like a cold breeze in winter. Nobody was paying us attention so I knew if I had to say something to her or even do a little something naughty, this was my chance. I picked up the glass of water from the tray and with every gulp of water I kept thinking what should I do? Do i pinch her exposed tummy or maybe touch her breasts or maybe her lips or would a single smile suffice for now? Unfortunately i lost all my time just thinking about what to do. She went to kitchen and I plopped dejectedly on the couch and listened to the ever most boring gossips and what else. I was a little tired now and my failure did nothing to rejuvenate me either. I decided to take my dinner in my room; sorry now it was OUR room. We are not that typical lovey dovey family who has all those traditions of eating food together at the dinner table, nope, no sir. When I got fresh in our room and switched on the TV. Till then she hadn’t come with the food. When the door creaked open, she entered with food; it was in excess so hopefully it was for both of us. The feeling of like being a person who is giving exams would be the appropriate one to compare mine to. We were finally alone now for some time. Just us in our little universe. I avoided eye contact with her in my nervousness. We ate in silence for so long whilst I keep stealing peeks at her from the corner of my eyes. This 180* eyes moving technology is very useful in cheating and staring at a girl. Sometimes I would dare and glance a full-fledged look at her direction. Movie was playing at television, but at the midst of these moments I could feel her looking at me like I was. Maybe she was as nervous as I was. Being the macho man that I pretended to be I tried to break the silence. I picked the only thing that suddenly popped into my perverted mind. ‘Your pain okay down there?” left my mouth at the speed of bullet before I could process what I was saying. Her hand stopped midway to her mouth with that bite of food stuck between her fingers. She coughed a bit due to sheer embarrassment of the situation. Her face got red, a little close to a tomato. I am ashamed to say it but I was kinda proud that I was able to leave her speechless like this for a change. Doing no more wondering on my thoughts I decided to save her. “Sorry. I’m just nervous. This is my first time like this soooooo.” I don’t know if it was at my clumsiness or my nervousness but anyway for whatever the reason, she giggled at least. “It’s ok. I’m nervous too if you can’t tell by now. And when you didn’t call me once from your office, I was nervous even more.” She replied much to my chagrin. FUCK, I thought. CALL…fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Yes, I could call her from the office and I wouldn’t have to behave like an eager imbecile like I was. SHIT. I mentally kicked myself. I didn’t tell her that i forgot that I have a phone and I could call her ANY time. Now she would definitely think that I’m so stupid. In the midst of mentally insulting myself I felt her hand on mine. Holding them together. I lifted up my neck and looked at her. She was smiling shyly. I forgot what I was thinking and lived for the moment that was being wrought between us. Her hand is so soft. I traced all the lines of her hand until I couldn’t do it anymore. She sliced a bite out of her food and her fingers moved to my mouth, prodding me to open up and accept the offering. That bite felt full of her care and affection for me. I swallowed it in one gulp. Nothing was needed to be said at that moment. We both looked at the sheets of our bed like they were holding something interesting. Our dinner went in a dire silence after that. She took the dishes and went out of the room. I busied myself in our room and relaxing in the confines of the room. When it was near the time for our sleep, I was faced with a dilemma. Should I still sleep on the ground or with her on the bed? I decided that I will lay on the ground like usual and let the decision of our sleeping arrangements fall on her. I closed my eyes when the sound of the door opening reached my ears, it could have been my parents or anybody but from the gaps of my covers, I could see that it was her. She stood there near the edge of the bed. I heard the lights closing and felt a bit disappointed that she made her decision. “I thought we will be sleeping together after what happened last night.” She said close to me and I realized that she was on the edge of the bed which was close to me. Her hand was on my face, it wandered till it found my forehead.