Chennai is a stunning city, but it is also stunningly conservative. Mamas and Maamis stare at you with icicle eyes if your clothes are anything slightly short of modest. Rickshaw annas and cyclists stop and do a stare back if they catch a girl smoking on the road. It seems like the traditional charm of the city leaves no room for anyone to have a little fun, let alone wild.
Yet, I have managed to squeeze in my fair share of wild in this rather purist city. You see, I'm quite the adventurous person, especially when it comes to sex. The idea of vouyerism excites me. Bondage is my jam. Public sex is my fantasies coming to life.
Despite my voracious appetite for sex, my early years of adulthood were rather tame. I mostly watched art porn in the confines of my room and fingered myself to orgasms. However, as I grew older, and heard of friends experimenting with another human, I grew more and more hungry for the touch of a real man. My fingers did a pretty good job, I must admit, but I always felt like I was missing out.
I didn't have a boyfriend. I also had a work-from-home job that eliminated any possibility of me meeting someone romantic. So, I did what every non self-respecting millennial does -- I went on dating apps.
After a lot of matches and a few lacklustre conversations, I finally found myself talking to Rohan, an environmentalist, who seemed interesting enough. He cared about the earth, loved animals and was vegan. The first few days, we chatted about work, exchanged memes and sent each other songs. I was surprised at how well our humour levels matched and our taste in music was compatible.
When he told me that he listens to Ray Lamontagne, and he was one of his favourites, I just knew I had to meet him. Now, you must know that even though I grew up in a conservative city, I am quite the modern girl. I don't wait around for men to make the first move. I liked this boy and I knew that I wanted to get in his pants. So, without any inhibitions, I asked him out on a date.
I expected an instant response -- YES! Turns out, the boy was quite shy. After I asked him out, there was no response for two days. I was getting impatient, so I shamelessly sent him a double text.
Do you at least want to exchange numbers?
A few hours later, my phone screen flashed with a message -- Rohan had sent me his number. I smiled victoriously and didn't waste any time in sending him a text. "Don't worry, I don't intend to take advantage of you 😉," I texted him, although, I had all intentions of taking advantage of him, if he would give me the slightest hint that he was in.
He simply replied with a "Haha." I was disappointed. I expected him to be more forthcoming. Maybe I would have to consider other options, I thought. However, a few minutes later, I noticed that he was typing.
"I was really hoping you would take advantage of me...," he said.
My stomach did a flip flop. Exactly what I was hoping for. "And how do you propose I do that over text?" I replied.
Typing...
Ting. I had received a photo. I opened it to see a picture of a naked torso, a smattering of curly black hair on the chest. His chest muscles were well-defined, chiselled in fact. His upper abs were not built, but they were taut. What really caught my attention was a long scar on the left side of his chest, near his nipple. I was getting wet. I had a thing for scars. My gosh, I hadn't gotten action in a long time.
"Wow. I thought you were the shy kind," I texted back.
"I am. That's why you didn't get to see the blush on my face."
I smiled. He seemed sweet.
"Now don't go sharing this picture with your girlfriends and taking advantage of me," he texted.
"Well, I thought you did want me to take advantage of you," I replied. Then I thought it would only be fair to return the favour of the photo and settle the dues. I quickly locked my room, took off my t-shirt and sent a picture of my well-endowed cleavage in a tight, plaid bra.
"Quite some melons you've got there," he texted back, with a fire emoji.
"Want to see some more?" I teased.
"YES!" he replied.
"Well, you'll get a live viewing if you meet me," I responded.
Silence again for a few minutes. I waited, tapping my fingers impatiently.
"When?" the text came in. "What are you doing at 7 PM tonight?" I asked him.
"Seeing you at the beach, near Mash," he replied. I smiled wide. I had a date!
By the time 5 PM rolled by, I was feeling skittish and giggly. I had rummaged through my entire closet to find something to wear, but since I was determined to make a good first impression, I was having difficulty finding a good outfit.
I spent some time scrolling through Rohan's Instagram to get some inspiration. There were mostly pictures of wilderness and flowers on his feed. Hmm. Maybe green would be a good colour. It would make a psychological impact.
So, I put on a pair of tight skinny jeans that accentuated my ass and a lowcut lime green spaghetti top. Despite my acne and acne scars, I wasn't much for make-up, so I just put on some eyeliner and mascara. I topped the look with big gold loops. I checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad. I was ready for the evening.
I drove down to the beach and parked right opposite Mash. Even though it was a weekday, the beach was buzzing. Would I get any action tonight, I wondered. Before I could ponder too much, I heard my phone buzz. "I'm here. Is that you in the red car?" Rohan had texted.
I looked out from my window to see a bike parked a little away. I pulled my top a little lower so my cleavage was just about visible and got out of the car. I walked up to him, my heart racing.
He was straddling the bike in a pair of black shorts and a grey t-shirt. Minimalistic. His hair though was a mess of curls. It wasn't a full-blown afro, but wild enough to tell me he wasn't a stickler for tidiness. I didn't mind that in the least bit. As I got closer, I noticed he had a stubble.
"Hi!" I said in a squeaky voice, surprised at my own excitement. He smiled slightly, dismounting his bike. "Hi," he replied, scratching the back of his neck. I could sense his nervousness.
"You finally decided to slide out of my DMs and into my real life, huh?" I asked him sheepishly. He laughed awkwardly. "You forced me to."
"Oh. Don't feel pressured. You're welcome to walk away. I can enjoy some fries and burger all by myself, you know."
"No, no, that's not what I meant...," he stumbled over his words. So adorable. "I wanted to meet you." I laughed. "Relax, I know."
We were standing a few inches apart now. I had the urge to reach out and run my hands over his stubbled cheek, but I resisted. I noticed his eyes slide down to my chest but he quickly caught himself and looked back into my eyes. Smooth.
"So, you want to take a walk?" he asked. "Or do you want to get something to eat?"
I shrugged. I wanted to get straight to the point. "Do you want to go through the small talk or get right down to business?" I asked him. He looked taken aback. "Down to business?" I shrugged again. "You know I'm attracted to you, right?" He gulped nervously. "I'm...attracted to you too."
"So, what are you going to do about it?" I asked him. He stared at me blankly for a few seconds. I decided to take the lead. "Want to get some takeaway and find somewhere private?"
He shifted his eyes before nodding slowly. "Sure."
As we walked to the food truck across the road and ordered our food, he began to ease up a little. We joked some and he told me how he got into environmental sciences. I listened intently, trying very hard not get distracted by his Adam's apple as he spoke. He had a soft voice, not husky at all. He was a good 6 inches taller than me so I had to look up to meet his gaze as he spoke.