(An Erotic Love Story)
I wrote this as a Hindi/English bilingual story in a different Avatar. I have since then lost the access to the account. Have not rendered it all in all English here. You can, if familiar with Hindi / Urdu can check it out at:
JJ Jadway
I have also written as
Cafune
on this site. None qualify as my best work, though. That is yet to come.
There will be more coming here soon, longer works.
My special thanks to
CriticalThinker
whose encouragement prompted me to put this here. - Onsra Cafune
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A poet has said it right: there are only two truths in this world, and one is the stomach, the other below the stomach. These two make you do almost everything that is done in this world.
What else is there in life? To have a good home, be fed well, and to have someone to fuck when you want to. I have done well in both accounts. I have a large business, I deal in millions and billions, I have at last set the below stomach part right too, I have found the girl I love.
I am sitting on the balcony of my house, in a comfortable, ornate couch, a glass of Royal Salute tucked in my palm. In front of me, on the table, are six boxes, each contains an identical gift. A pack of cards made of gold, and an engraved gold invitation card.
'You are cordially invited..." The card reads, addressed to six different people, with their names in it. And a contact number to call for details.
This is a replica, not the exact one, of the paper cards we had used long time ago, to play a game that had been unique, the kind which may never have been played before, not after. A game that had bound eight different people for life; tied them in a Gordian knot that would be unbreakable.
This was during the college days, we eight friends had always been together, a disparate group that somehow found each other and got stuck to each other. This was a time when computer technology was about to change the landscape of Indian economy, we were in the final years of a reputed college in New Delhi.
Rita, my darling and my girlfriend, and then there was Nasreen and Rana, there was Juhi and Munaf, Fez and Rahul. The balance of the group worked well for us, not too many, and not too few to have a party on our own, we kept ourselves to ourselves, partied hard, studied hard.
That was the time when I was pretty sure I would one day marry the girl of my life, Rita and settle down with her. So it was with other pairs, it was pretty much expected that Nasreen and Rana would settle down, as would Fez and Rahul and Juhi with Munaf. It was the time when hormones ruled most of our thinking, we were happily involved with our partners, fucked them well whenever we could, but it was also true that we harbored sexual thoughts of others too. I would often wonder how Nasreen would be in bed, or Juhi or Fez. I am sure the other wondered the same thing too. We never acted on it though, respected the boundaries. Respected each other.
If Fez was not a good friend, or a girlfriend of my good friend Rahul, I would have loved to wallow in her regal sensuality. And if Juhi was not with Munaf, I would have surely lifted her small body like a doll and planted her on my hard cock. If Nasreen was not with Rana, I would have loved to strip her and kiss that perfect ass. And, of course, would have kneaded that perfect tits.
But that is quite natural, isn't it. Twenty somethings have raging hormones that want to fuck anything that has a cunt. Shit, sometimes even just an ass. But we kept our fantasies to fantasies. We never let them control us, though everyone knew that we would like to fuck each other's girls at the drop of a hat.
No one can remember who started the topic. This is the bane of humanity, no one ever remembers the first punch in fight, or who started a war. It was about two months before the final exams; we were all at Fez's house. As always we were at her house, studying. I am sure it was Rahul's imaginative mind that started it, but soon it became a debate. That free sex could not thrive or survive in our civilization. Our culture did not allow it and we were too steeped in it to think otherwise. It was against the human nature. Man may want to share his everything but not his woman, a woman in some societies is forced to share her man but does so reluctantly.
The girls and boys took different sides on this.
We said that it was possible, that we wouldn't mind sharing our girls with our friends for a night, but of course that girls had to agree. But could we watch our girls being fucked? Someone said that if there was enough love and trust in a relationship, the fucking should not matter, that it was just a biological act. Love should survive all obstacles.
Fez at last silenced everyone. There was no point in discussing this. Unless an experiment can be satisfactorily conducted there is no point in debate.
"Then let's do the experiment". Rita said.
"How?" Munaf questioned.
"I think she is on to something." Rahul said.
"Yeah, but how?" Juhi piped in.
"Well, simple. Let us all plan a week long holiday after exams, somewhere remote and far off, let us put ourselves there, let us remove all laws regarding sexual propriety and see how we react."
"I still don't get it." Juhi pursed her lips.
"What's not to get. A simple game like truth or dare could be played to see what our boundaries are. Don't you feel at times you want to test the limits and boundaries, see how far you would go on a sexual level?"
"I think I catch the drift." Fez said in her soft voice. "But I am sure we could come up with something more innovative than truth or dare. And I think I know of a place too. It will take us a little trouble but what was worth without trouble."
"I am a dunce, what the hell are you saying?" Munaf asked.
"That everybody concentrates on studies, exams are upon us." I interjected.
Four voices rose in unison: "No one asked you!"
"Okay okay. Rita you understand what Fez is talking about?" I said with raised hands.
"Yeah I think I get it." Rita answered.
"Then both of you get together and plan something out, We are here if you need to delegate something. Once you have a viable plan let us know." I said, trying to bring the matter to a conclusion. "Okay?"
"What do you say, Fez? Okay?" Rita looked at Fez with raised eyebrows.
"Done! Our first official meeting will be at lunch tomorrow okay?"