Vijaya lay snuggled in Uday's arms, her skin sliding gently against his as he breathed. He was sleeping peacefully, for once, because of his recent treatment. Adding to his relaxed state was the strenuous lovemaking he and Vijaya had just indulged in. Vijaya, on the other hand, was wide awake, her mind endlessly circling, giving her no peace and over and over and over again she relived the events of the past few days. Her conscience was determined to give her no peace. Guilt was a sour knot in her stomach, a bitter coating in her mouth.
How had she gotten into the whole mess? That was the question that kept repeating itself in her mind and over and over and over again she kept trying to answer it - with justifications, life or death reasons. Then why are you enjoying it so much? Looked and asked her conscience.
So she tried to tell it that she wasn't really enjoying all the extramarital sex. But it was a stupid denial. She had enjoyed it, and she knew it. She had enjoyed the carnal coupling with Ripu KN on the sun-baked pool deck, his thick cock pistoning in her dripping, hungry vagina. She had enjoyed the juicy, uninhibited screwing with Badri Dayal, had relished the feel of the big Panjabi slamming his powerful phallus into her tender pussy. And, worst - or best - of all, had been the lesbian tangling with Sandhya KN. Vijaya had had several brushes with lesbianism in high school, during her gymnastics career, and while she had been a dancer. In high school there had been hesitant experimentation at slumber parties, although not by Vijaya herself. Two of her girl friends, whose reputations were already shot, had tussled wildly one night, thighs driving into pussies, while Vijaya and the other pajama-clad nineteen-year-olds had watched, giggling nervously.
On the gymnastics tour there had been a lesbian romance that all the team members had known about. Vijaya had been careful not to make friends with either of the lesbians. At the Mall where she had worked Vijaya had been propositioned by one of the older girls. Shocked, sickened, and a little frightened, Vijaya had brushed the girl off rudely. And now, Vijaya reflected, she had done it with another woman. Instead of it being sickening and disgusting, she had enjoyed it. She had enjoyed it easily as much as she enjoyed sex with Uday, or Ripu KN, or Badri Dayal. She could still remember the intensity of the orgasm Sandhya KN had brought her to with her sucking and chewing. Vijaya could still remember the taste of Sandhya's streaming, dripping, cum pussy, the overpowering scent of female sex.
The memory brought a perverse flicker of sexual excitement that made Vijaya tense her crotch muscles. Desperately, she thrust the memory out of her mind, and tried to focus it on her other troubles. Had she locked her desk at work? That thought sent a chill up her spine. The listing agreement Ripu KN had signed was still in her desk. Granted, it was hidden. But what if someone went into her desk looking for a yellow pad? Then Vijaya remembered that during her senseless dithering before coming home, she had locked her desk.
Who would she have to go to bed with next? The question surged tantalizingly to the surface of her mind. Why would she have to go to bed with anyone else? She had the KNs' agreement to sell, and Badri Dayal's to buy. There was no one else to go to bed with.
Vijaya tried to deny that this conclusion gave her a feeling of disappointment. She didn't want to go to bed with anyone but her husband! She didn't! But she did. Irrationally, perversely, she did want to have other men than Uday. And the hideous fact was that it really didn't matter too much who it was. An orgasm was an orgasm, was an orgasm. And the orgasms she had gotten from Ripu KN, Badri Dayal, and Sandhya KN had been fully as good as any that she had ever had with Uday. They had, in fact been better, because of the "forbidden fruit" aspect of them, a strange house, a strange setting, with strangers. Nothing like it had ever happened to her before in her life, had it? She had never been wild or wanton, had she? Oh, she hadn't been a virgin when she had married Uday. In fact, she hadn't been a virgin when she had met Uday. But she had never been promiscuous - had she?
She had blocked all recollections of a certain incident for years. She had deliberately forgotten that incredible night because of the shame she felt about it. But now it loomed large in her mind as she lay in the grasp of her trusting, unsuspecting husband. Maybe that one wild night was more her true nature than the life she had been living ever since. Vijaya opened the floodgates of her mind to that long suppressed memory . . . It had been her senior year in graduation college, in March, near the end of both the basketball and gymnastics seasons.
"Come on, Rajesh, let me have some more orange juice," Shampa urged, reaching for the can.
"Ah-ah-ah, no you don't, not right now," Rajesh replied, holding the can out of reach in his left hand while he steered the convertible with his right. "Give me!" Shampa demanded, leaning across, making a dive for the orange juice. The car slewed wildly to the wrong side of the road.
Vijaya felt Syed's arm tighten around her. She was practically paralyzed with fright. Her fingers turned white around the can of orange juice she was clutching. "Knock it off up there," Syed urged. "Come on, Shampa, cool it, will you?"
Shampa glanced sourly at Syed, but did flounce back down in the
seat. Her two short ponytails flicked as she tossed her head in
aggravation. "Rajesh the Prick," she taunted. "Rajesh the Prick won't
let me have another orange juice."
"Where we going?" Syed asked, trying to change the subject.
"I don't know," Rajesh said. "Since the cops clamped down on
that fire road in the hills, where is there to go?"
"Darn cops," Vijaya grumbled, wrinkling her nose as she took a
swallow of orange juice. She really didn't like the taste of orange juice, but
didn't want to be a poop about it. But she did sincerely share
her crowd's opinion of the cops closing down the fire road. So
what if there had been trouble up there? If the goons from across
town hadn't gotten into the act, no one would have been the wiser
about that old road being a make-out place. Now no one could use
it. And it was where Vijaya had lost her virginity, too. It wasn't
fair at all.
"Let's go to college!" Shampa suggested abruptly,
characteristically leaping from one mood to another.
"College!?" the others asked in shocked disbelief.
Rajesh glanced sideways at his date. "You have had too much
orange juice. College's the last place we want to go."
Shampa shook her head, making her ponytails flip wildly. "Uh uh, it's just the place to go. 'Cause I got a secret."
Vijaya took another swallow of orange juice, almost enjoying it now she was beginning to get giddy.
"What's your secret?" Syed asked. He slid his hand down to cover Vijaya's breast.
Vijaya snuggled under his arm and reached for his hand. She pressed it down on the gentle mound of her breast, feeling the lace of her bra scratch her nipple and make it burn. "Yeah,what's your secret?" she asked casually, in an attempt to hide what was going on between her and Syed. The tremor in her voice betrayed her, but no one seemed to notice. "I know a way of getting in," Shampa announced in a hushed tone, as if she was revealing the location of buried treasure.
"Awww, come off it, Shampa," Rajesh snorted. "They've had that place locked up like Fort Knox ever since someone trashed it last year."
"Yeah," Syed said, still fondling Vijaya's warm breast. "They even put in a lousy alarm system."
"I know a way in," Shampa insisted pertly.
