No person in this story is less than eighteen years of age.
Someone wrote and sang "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans ".
Nothing could be truer.
I would request all my readers to spare a few minutes and write whatever they felt after reading the stories, if possible.
Warning - long chapter.
This is part B of the previous chapter 5A.
Can easily be read alone.
May be.
Continued from :-
I knew now I have to find an alternate path - waiting for my marriage to get fucked was out of question.
Tushar, or Tushi, my next door neighbour I talked about earlier, called me one morning and said his parents were leaving for a day and he wanted to spend the day with me after his football game. This was nothing new for me as we have spent time in each other's homes on free days many a times since childhood and hence his call was more a formality.
I told ma about his visit and she made the necessary arrangements about our lunch.
I was ready for him by about 11am, wearing a midi skirt and a bottom open, loose, shoulder hanging home wear blouse that I had worn before with him in his home also but with bra/panties.. I didn't bother about my underwear at home, unless ma was nearby, for quite some time by then.
It's just Tushi - big deal!
He arrived somewhere around 12.15 pm, completely mud covered and went straight to the bathroom and cleaned himself. I gave him a pajama(leggings) and kurta(shirt) of my father to change and we gossiped on my bed after lunch and somewhere along fell asleep.
During the tea session in the evening before he left, we decided that we will be going to their farmhouse near Amtala which is about 25km away and spend a day there.
Accordingly, we started on his bike at about 8am, both in a pair of jeans, T and sneakers and arrived in one hour next morning. We had breakfast at home before leaving but got hungry again due the crowded, dusty and jerky road by the time we arrived.
The farm had an open agricultural field with a one storied 3 bedroom house and a large pond for pisciculture. He went to the caretaker to ask him get some lunch for us packed from anywhere nearby and after the caretaker left, he invited me for a swim in the pond and started to get undressed.
I was in two minds, whether to or not, if yes then how, as I brought no change of clothing and keeping a set of wet clothing on throughout the day was out of the question. Then again, the day was becoming hot from warm, I was full of road dirt and sweat accumulated while coming and the still clear water was alluring.
I asked him if anything spare to wear was available in the house and he went in to bring his mother's yellow pajama and pink kurta, impossible to use while swimming, as the after effects will be worse than being nude.
I went to search myself and couldn't find any bra panty left by his mother but found a new gamcha(Indian fine cotton towel, handloom woven, red square designed), discarded my sweaty, dirty clothes, washed and put them under the Sun to dry, wore the gamcha tying just above my breast centre- the length covering my 5'5" body fully, came out, found him in his blue cotton brief and both jumped into the water shouting "Race" and swam like hell towards the other end.
That was about the first 10 seconds!
Having no experience swimming in a gamcha, I found a lot of things going out of control :-
1. Last we swam a race like this, the venue was a Club pool, my dress was a one piece swimsuit, the time, one year before. The intervening period, I studied and mostly stayed home, he studied and played football - his body was under control and mine not.
2. The water was heavier and this resulted in extra effort required to swim.
3. The gamcha had a mind of it's own. While the central knot was fine, the rest of the cloth parted fully on both sides and rose to the top, especially with my body moving through water.
4. In 10 seconds, but for the knot, I had nothing covering me and the gamcha floating at the top pulled by my body, was becoming a hindrance in my going any faster.
5. Luckily, he was hell bent on winning and having so many handicaps, I let him go past me, hoping he hasn't seen me like that.
He beat me to the other side by about 15 seconds and as he stood in the shallow water looking at me, I suddenly felt his eyes were locked on my body,glittering but I could do nothing about it. Having lost, I slowed down, stood up in shallow water and the gamcha collapsed on me, leaving one boob fully and the other one half open but more or less covering the rest. His smiling eyes said he saw it clearly and enjoyed it.
I got very annoyed at my stupidity and covered both fast behind that fine fully wet cloth. Just my skin got covered, the rest needed no imagination to see under the wet cloth.
I screamed at him "Stop ogling me, idiot."
He laughed out hard and said "Why idiot? Because you showed me your fully nude body throughout while swimming? Or just one boob now? Which one?"
I got angry and tried to beat him up.
He just took a few blows smiling, then held my hands and said "Look, you showed me nothing I have not seen already, many times. So don't be alerted."
I got even angrier and said "What do you mean by that?"
He again smiled and said "We have spent a lot of time together, remember? I have seen, in those time spaces. More than once. Even yesterday when we were on your bed, sleeping together, you were fully up skirt and both of your boobs spilled out quite a bit under your blouse. Like before, I decided not to embarrass you but you left me no choice anymore by asking."
I did not know whether to feel relieved, happy, sad or angry and with a grumpy face, decided to drop the subject. I was a bit tired after swimming,standing in the bare summer Sun burning my skin and decided to sit on the small cemented spot on the bank. I saw his eyes flashing while I sat, saw that the gamcha had moved away again, this time completely from the centre leaving my legs, pussy and most of my boobs fully open. I resigned, sat back, covered somewhat and looked towards him.
He again said "Rani, I don't know about you, but from my point of view, you are a friend first, a friend who is not a boy next and a friend who is a girl, last. So even if that knot opened while you were swimming which it easily could have, rest assured, nothing would have changed between us from my side. I know a lot of girls from school who are just girls for me, only girls, while you are a friend. Would not have asked any of those to come here. I just wanted to spend a day fully, only with you. I want you first as a friend, later if ever necessary, as a girl."
I was half listening, half not, just wondering how I will go back.
He suddenly brought a hand near my face, shook it repeatedly and asked "Hellooooo. Alive?"
I came back to reality and asked "How do we go back?"
"Two ways." He said. "Either we walk back by the shores. Long, tiring in this heat and risky as we are both barefoot. There are alternatives, but looking into your mood, I don't feel like talking about them."
I raised my eyebrows and asked "What alternatives?"
"We swim back - with two options. 1. Same as we came. Difficult choice for you. 2. I swim in front. You throw away the gamcha here swim easier but nude behind me. I get off from the water first and then get your clothes and wait with my back turned. As soon as you tell me you have arrived, I'll leave, looking out for the return of the caretaker while you dry yourself and dress up. I will not look at you - promise." Saying this, he looked at me waiting for an answer.
I thought for a second and said "If I throw the gamcha and swim nude, the caretaker will find it and guess a few things I don't want him to - so my choice is this - you will swim first, get my clothes and leave. I will then tie the gamcha on my waist as a rope and swim back, dry up, get clothed and wait for you."
He said "I don't want to leave you in the water alone. You are swimming after a long time and if you get cramps in this heat, you will get no help if I leave you. Rather, you swim behind me as you proposed and the rest happens as I proposed. No cheating from my side. In any case, I'll get nothing extra to see by cheating."
Tired of negotiating, I stood up, removed my gamcha and threw it to him and started tying my hair in a knot above my head, getting ready to swim again. "You said you have nothing to gain by cheating, right? So don't bother to cheat, carry my gamcha as a punishment, swim back, I'll follow"
His eyes flickered watching me for a considerable period with me standing fully nude in front of him.
He tied the gamcha to his waist, jumped in the water swam about 25-30 metres, turned his face and said "The only new I saw today is how your hair looks wet. Saw it dry yesterday. Also, I didn't know you have started growing hair everywhere. Now I know. Both are new to me. Plus, never seen you fully nude like just now, and you look great." And he swam back towards the other shore.
I jumped after him, swam freely and reached him before he finished and screamed "If I didn't have that handicap around your waist, I could have won easily."
He just smiled and kept swimming.
I reached first, stood waiting for him to reach and then ran to the house.
I found another gamcha, dried my skin and wore his mother's pajama kurta and after he dried himself and dressed similarly, I asked him to go out and arrange to get our lunch to the dining table as I had no interest in going out in the sun in a semi transparent kurta pajama without any bra or panty in front of the caretaker.
Shortly, he came back with two plates of rice, mutton curry, fish curry, dal (pulses), vegetables, some fried potatoes and two large bowls of curd (Yogurt). The quantity would have been more than sufficient for lunch and dinner for both and I asked the caretaker to wait outside and gave him about 50% of what he brought.
