She wore a turmeric coloured turban, with a red and brown open jacket, but, without anything underneath it. It covered the important bits of her magnifique, but exposed enough to be too bold. It was like those open jackets that the Rajasthani men wore. The same on a woman would have been outrageous, as Arshya observed. He was lying on his mattress in his house when the girl appeared in his window. She was too fair for a Rajasthani girl, in fact, Arshya thought she had light pink skin. She was fair, but not so much that she was pale. She smiled at him through the window. Raising her eyebrows once, she asked, "You up?"
Arshya sat up, and studied her face intently. She had a maroon teardrop shaped bindi, and on her chin were five dots of mascara arranged like a trapezoid with one in the middle. That uniqueness already had Arshya intrigued. He got up and went to the window. She smiled at him again. Arshya found himself flushed red.
"Your name, what is it?" He asked.
"Madhuri. You?"
The way she said, she sounded like a royal to Arshya. He was always called Arshya by his family, but at that moment he felt that was too lowly.
"Arshitrao."
"Hehe. Nice name. I was just passing by your house and saw you awake. So I thought why not have a chat."
"Where are you going?"
"Home. I'm not from around here so I can't navigate around easily."
"Do your parents let you out at this time?"
"I don't have to worry about that. Do yours?"
"Oh yes they do. I asked because they don't let my sisters who are elder to me out."
"Huh. Don't worry that's common. Wanna get out?"
"Well, I mean, since I can, but my family will hear me getting out. They definitely won't let me go out at midnight to talk to a girl."
"Ha. That's very specific. But don't worry about your parents. I'll just pull you out through the window."
"What? I don't fit through-"
Arshya didn't have time to complete when Madhuri grabbed his hands and pulled him through his window. He was stunned for a moment, and as he looked around, he was outside, in one piece.
"Baapre baapre baapre, how did you do that?" Arshya was still in shock, because he had just passed through his window like it was nothing.
"Come on, na. Doesn't matter. Where do you like to hang out? I thought that we should hang out for sometime before I leave."
Arshya never gave up a chance to go to his favourite place, the hill. Arshya had once scaled it alone, and the best he got was a scolding for endangering himself. But he liked it. He would do it again.
"There's a hill nearby. Let's go there, the view is amazing from there."
"Alright. Let's go!" Madhuri chirped.
Arshya liked her enthusiasm. Almost everyone who knew Arshya liked to go up the hill only told him to stay away from it. But Madhuri here, she was encouraging him. Her enthusiasm and admiration for his likings made him feel something different.
Nevertheless, they climbed up the hill. It was a short trek, during which Arshya noticed Madhuri wore a dhoti and mojaris for footwear. Arshya compared her regal shoes to his nonexistent ones. Through the trek, they chatted like old friends catching up after a long time. They finally reached the peak, and Arshya showed the area around.
"Are you sure you're not uncomfortable in that?" Arshya asked.
"Not at all. That's nice of you to ask."
"But umm, do, you, your..."
Madhuri nodded once quickly and listened intently. That just made Arshya more self conscious.
"You know, open... jacket..."
Madhuri thought for a moment and replied, "Oh yeah. I get it, you haven't seen a girl this open, right?"
Arshya shuddered and managed a quick nod.
"Too much skin..."
"Oh. Don't worry. I'll show you."
"Oh, nonononono I didn't mean it that way!" Arshya looked away, blushing.
Seeing his reaction, Madhuri giggled.
"Hey hey, it's ok if you wanna see them. I don't mind. In fact, I like to show off. I thought you got that idea already."
"No. Yes. I mean, ummmm, my parents say it's bad to stare like that. It's immoral."
"Hmph. That's what your parents say. What do you say?" Madhuri said sternly.
Arshya thought it over. Even though he could hide the entire drama, he still hesitated.
"Look, I'm fine with both ways. It's what you wanna do. If you'll listen to your parents all the time, when will you listen to yourself?"
Something about that stuck with Arshya. She did have a point after all. He was the youngest in his family and was bossed around by everyone. His life was dictated largely by others' choices. When would he make his own?
He gulped once, and looked towards Madhuri.
"Yes. I would like to see them. Thank you."
Madhuri smiled back. "Hehe. You're welcome."
She pulled her jacket cleanly off and Arshya just looked at her intently. Two cute breasts hung in front of his eyes, and he couldn't get his eyes off them.
Almost instinctively, he also removed his upperwear. His slender body gleamed with sweat.
Madhuri's smile disappeared as she looked at Arshya's chest and back at his laser focussed eyes.
She tried to suppress a giggle.
Arshya moved towards her.
He was entranced by her tits, but still demonstrated restraint.
"Can I, touch them?"
"Yes sure."
Arshya touched his finger on her nipple and retracted immediately.
This amused Madhuri, seeing his innocence.
Arshya then slowly touched her entire breast. It was so soft to the touch, and Arshya felt ecstatic. He enjoyed the touch, and as Madhuri let him, he thought that she must be enjoying it too. Then he used his other hand as well. He touched her breasts freely. He liked them.
"Can I, I don't know why, but, I wanna kiss them."
"Ohho....." Madhuri said with a smug expression and Arshya blushed.
"You're quite the romantic, Arshitrao. I've always wanted to be kissed by a boy, and you wanna kiss me there too... Ohh, go ahead."
Arshya felt a little energetic and bent down. He brought himself face to face with her left breast and kissed it on the nipple.
Madhuri began to moan slowly, but Arshya thought she was getting hurt and stopped immediately.
"Hey, why did you stop?" Madhuri said, a little annoyed.
"Oh, sorry for that. I'm very sorry. I didn't know it hurt."
"It doesn't hurt, Dumbo."
"Huh? But you were moaning, I thought I was hurting you."
Madhuri slapped her head and laughed.
"Oh, my Arshitrao, you are so innocent 😇. I wasn't moaning out of pain. I liked it. That's why I was moaning."
"Huh? Because you liked it?"
"Oh I can understand how you're so confused. Don't sweat it. You'll learn."
"Ok. But tell me if I'm hurting you."
"Aww, obviously I will. Come here now."
And Arshya resumed his kissing. He kissed her right nipple, and then began to suck on it, trusting Madhuri to tell him if he was too rough.
Instead Madhuri just moaned more. She held Arshya's head closely, caressing his cheek and neck. Arshya wrapped his hands around Madhuri's stomach, and ran his finger along her back.
Suddenly he lifted her up. Catching her by surprise, she yelped and held on tightly. But Arshya did not stop sucking. He continued, enticing more moans from Madhuri. His hands could not stop exploring her skin. He felt an urge to move his hands towards her butt but was afraid she wouldn't like it.
He then decided to do it. She would tell him if she didn't like it.
He slowly moved his hand down, towards her hips, so that she could feel where he was headed. Feeling no resistance, he put his hand on her butt.
"Aaah!!!" Madhuri screamed. Arshya stopped and put her down.
"Are you ok?" He asked fervently.
"I don't know... I...umm, when you touched my butt... I... felt good and bad both. I... Can you just give me a moment?"
Arshya turned away with no second doubts. He felt ashamed that he hurt her. With his head hanging down, it was now that he noticed his dhoti was feeling quite tight. Almost painful. He felt like taking it off, but that would render him naked in front of her.
But the pain was there. The tightness was weird. Arshya finally thought "Well she's already shown me something. I should return the favour." That thought made him strip instantly. He took his dhoti off and dropped it down.
Then he noticed the cause of the tightness.
His penis was standing up. Like a small lathi. He moved and it danced. That was interesting. He danced and the penis danced more. He was giggling at his own rigid penis.
Madhuri noticed his nakedness and was already amused. But seeing him dance and giggle got her interested. She asked him what it was, and he turned around with a smile brandishing his newly found weapon.
"It dances. Hahahaha!"
She watched his penis dance and started laughing too.
They didn't understand what it was doing but it was funny as heck.
