The Harem Master: Chapter 1 & 2
Chapter 1: The Letter “Like, right here?” she said. I nodded. Mahika looked a bit confounded. She could see people both to her right and left. The parking was busy as we had just finished our accountancy classes. “You must be crazy”, she said. “You know me well”, I replied. She looked around again, “But where?”, she asked. I was just waiting for it. “I know a place, come on along.” We waited for the crowd to dissipate and found ourselves a secluded corner at the side of the parking. She knelt down in front of me, unbuttoned my jeans and slipped it off like a pro. My seven-inched monster popped in front of her face. “My, my. Someone is happy to see me.” I gave her a little smile, grabbed her head and parked my meat in her throat. She coughed a little but then started to work along the shaft. Mahika and I had known each other for many good years. Both of us were single and slowly, our friendship evolved into a symbiotic relationship of satisfying each other’s needs. She made her way to the balls and started licking up to the shaft. Her hands hugged my butt as she put my cock in her throat and out, licking the periphery with her tongue, stimulating the tip. She dug one of her hands in my pocket. She pulled out for a second, “You still carry that stupid rope with you?” “Yes, never know when it might come handy. And who asked you to stop sucking by the way?” She gave me a mean look and continued with the blowjob. I slipped off her green top to reveal some of her skin, but her ardent performance on my cock obstructed any further indulgence. But, by this time, she had started using both of her hands to pleasure me. It was becoming uncontrollable. Like a true gentleman that I was, I decided not to inform her. I grabbed her head with her curly hair, give a thrust to her throat, once, twice, again and again, and finally, exploded in her mouth. Her eyes widened as she tried to manage the huge load, gulping it down slowly. Finally, she pulled out and started breathing heavily. “Wow, you swallowed it all”, I said. She stood up. “Yes,” she said, “Yes I did. And you better be grateful.” I laughed. I couldn’t help but notice some vestiges of the action on her face. “Hey, you have got some cum on the corner of your lips”, I said. “Do I?”, she said and licked it off as if it was Hershey’s spread. We laughed. “Oh, I am sorry,” some girl was standing, facing us in the corner. “I didn’t know you were busy, sorry I’ll come back later, I am sorry” and with this, this girl ran away. It was Kashish. Mahika looked at me. “Hey douche bag,” she said, “You do know that she likes you, right?” “Of course,” I replied, “she makes it painfully obvious.” “So?”, she asked. “So what?” “Aren’t you going to do something about it?” “Do I have to? You know as well as I do that I am not into relationships. She is a pretty girl and can find a good guy. Why does it have to be me?” “You will not understand. For you, she’s just a girl. It maybe more special for her. At least try talking to her.” I stayed silent. “And you’re not into relationships? Please, it’s just that it’s not Pratika.” “Enough”, I said. “I’d like to go home.” “Whatever floats your boats, mister”, she said as she picked up her moped and drove away. I slowly made my way to my car. Sometimes I just hate the facts that that girl knows me so well. I unlocked the door and got in. On the driver’s seat, I found an envelope. It was from Kashish. Perhaps it was slipped in through the window which had been inadvertently left open. I read it. “Dear Atheeth, These three months have been difficult for me. I have been struggling to tell you this but I couldn’t make myself to confess. But I have finally decided that I couldn’t take this any longer. I will be waiting at Wayanad’s Arabica Cafe at 6 pm this Sunday. If you come, we could talk it out, otherwise, I will take your absence for an answer. :’) Yours sincerely, Kashish” *** Chapter 2: Wayanad’s Washroom Wayanad’s Arabica was one of those places in Bangalore that was a hotspot for lovebirds who used to have their hour-long trysts in the cubicles of its basements. Perhaps, being in love teaches us a thing or two about respecting people’s privacy. Wayanad was one such place. I arrived there exactly five minutes before time, as I always do. I walked down to the basement, found myself a cubicle and made myself comfortable. On the walls, there were pictures of artists like Bob Marley, Bob Dylan and other few Bobs I didn’t care to notice. I saw Kashish as she walked down the spiral staircase to the basement. I waved at her, she saw me and joined. “Hi!” she said with a half smile, “Thank you for coming here, I almost thought you won’t.” Her eyes were fixed on her sandals as she seated herself opposite to me. She was dressed in a tunic dress with purple carvings. Apart from the obvious hesitation that her face had, I couldn’t deny that she looked beautiful. Not that I cared. “Yes,” I said, “I believe there are things that you want us to talk it out.” “Yes there are,” she replied. “So?” “I don’t know how you’ll react so I am a bit nervous.” (“No shit Sherlock!” I thought to myself) “It’s okay, go on”, I said. “You kinda would have figured it out by now, but I need to say this. For the last few months, I have had feelings for you, which I cannot suppress no matter what.” “And?”, I enquired. “And I really, really like you. Will you please go out with me!?” There, she said it. I was least surprised. “Kashish, really I appreciate your feelings but..” “But?” she said, with a look of disappointment on her face. “See, the thing is, I am not really into relationships and stuff like that. So I don’t think it will be a great idea.