1981-82 Roja : Lessons in satisfying a woman
With help from Ragini15, a member who writes delightful stories about Odiya passions
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Sexual activity in engineering college days consisted of groping willing female workers, and if the time and price was right a romp in the bushes. During the festival of holi, the last on campus, some guys got the idea to seduce a couple of sexy ones for a romp. While I did not screw any, I managed to grope a few and shagged a couple of times. For the less adventurous, used playboy, penthouse, hustler and local fare like Rasvanthi, Lajwanthi and some books by Anonymous were available for hire in tiny kiosks outside the campus.
There was a village not far from the college campus, about 25 km, a bus change from city to rural services at the town bus stand and a last 5km leg by cycle rickshaws, (in)famous for its tribe of professional pleasure women. There was lots of little hutments, and few small two roomed sheeted affairs along with some larger timber and thatch houses. Having been taken along with some seniors, during ragging, we were quick to determine the methods to get along.
Most of the available fare average women in the twenties, mostly married ones, who depending on their DNA, would get from plus size to plump.
It was only in the final year, that I started frequenting the place and got my first encounter with a VD. Some painful penicillin shots and advice on safe sex by the doctor, we learnt the first rules about casual sex, which stayed good to date. (Touch wood)
Now to the fun part, there was an older, maybe 30-ish woman, Roja, who was oozing the kind of oomph that one associated with buxom bollywood belles. While the cheaper were 2 to 5 bucks a shot, Roja wanted 20 rupees a shot. With the cheap ones it was always the same, strip nude, she played with your dick, offer to give it a lick or two (which I would refuse), and then pump, pump, pump.
It was generally the more well off blokes who would find the money once or twice a month to bang her. It was rumoured that she would visit houses in the nearby district HQ, and nearby towns for 50 a night, to entertain officers and contractors, and did not prefer the general village visitors. She was hot, had great tits, and was built well. She had a harder look about her, and I wanted to go for her, and saved up for a month to treat myself to her. The first time I went after her, she wasn't available, so I had to content myself with a quickie with one of the better available, and made it back in disappointment.
I went again after a few days, and this time she was there, and I asked for her by name. She came out of the larger thatched houses, and looked me over.
"What kiddo, I was told that you were asking for me a few days ago." she inquired.
I nodded, and suggested that I come in. "Not here, hmmm" she said, pointing to another smaller thatched house. "Go and sit there, I will come shortly." She turned with a swish of her skirts and went inside.
I went across to the house she had pointed to and went inside. It was a bit dark, and it took a couple of minutes for my eyes to adjust to see a low cot and a couple of chairs there. I could see women's clothing on the bed rail and a wooden cupboard to one side. Luckily, the weather was still not the summer heat so it was quite comfortable inside.
She came in and saw me still standing, and started laughing. "So, you think you can satisfy me?" she asked me with curious.
"I can try, I haven't been doing this often, and am yet to really learn" I replied.
She was surprised at my reply, and said, "I am not your lecturer in sex technique." But she smiled anyhow.
"See, all I know is to just shove it in, which I have been poking the ones here with. It no fun, anymore. I have read about the real passion that has been given by the courtesans of yore. I want an experience like that. If you can't show me those, I guess, I will just have to keep looking for one who will." I tried to make fool of her.
She took my hand and sat me down on the couch. "You know, boy, you are the first person who has come in here with a different purpose in mind. I like you. You are different."
"Yes, I know," I said, "I am sure most of the college guys at least, just want a release, get sozzled and get back."
"I am not sure of the town chaps who come here. Do you have the money," she asked.
I moved my hand to my trouser pocket to show her the crisp 20 rupee note, but she stopped me. "You can give me later, I trust you", she said with a smile.
The town people are much the same, she went on, it's just that they are drunk by the time they get here, some of them can't even get it up. Come on, show me your lowda, she said. I was a bit taken aback at the suddenness of the not very odd question. Okay sure, but I need to see your tits too. Not yet, I need to see whether you are clean or not. Okay, fair enough, confident that my recent precautions and usage of Nirodh had kept me clean.