He Completed Her

"So how do you feel about this?" Vaishali asked her patient from her comfortable psychologist's chair.

"I don't know," came the young woman's reply seated across from her. "I mean if I really had the answer to that, why would I be here?"

Vaishali smiled to herself. It was a classic answer she had heard countless times in her practice. It was often said by patients who weren't in her office because they didn't know what they felt, but by patients couldn't deal with how they felt.

"Ok, Anamika, you're right. Well let's take a step back, shall we?" Vaishali soothed her patient. "Why don't you tell me what brought you to me in the first place?"

"Well, I'm here because I had sex." Sighed Anamika

"Well there is nothing wrong with that?"

"Ya, there is! I'm not married" Anamika said getting a bit louder.

"Are you pregnant?" Vaishali asked. "Have you been checked out for any STDs"

"No, I'm not pregnant, and yes I'm clean. But that's not the point." Anamika said this time somewhat softly.

Vaishali didn't interrupt her patient but continued to look at her. She was starting to get a general idea of what was bothering Anamika, but allowed her patient to continue.

Anamika looked at her doctor and just sighed again and felt tears slowly building up in her eyes. She had never been so confused in her life.

"This wasn't the way it was supposed to be." She continued through tear-filled eyes. "I mean we're in love. He means the world to me and I to him, then why am I feeling this way."

"How are you feeling, Anamika?" Vaishali gently nudged her patient

"I'm feeling. I'm feeling," Anamika stammered as a tear drop gently fell down her cheek "guilty!" and started to break down, holding her head in her hands, tears falling on the floor.

Vaishali let her cry and waited till Anamika calmed down before continuing, "Why do you feel guilty?"

Taking a deep breath and composing herself, Anamika looked her and said "because I'm an Indian, and I'm supposed to be a virgin till I get married. Because what I have done goes against everything my parent taught me. Because sex outside marriage is taboo in Indian culture. I feel like I have let myself, my family and my culture down."

Anamika was a young woman, about 20 who had come to her with anxiety issues with bouts of paranoia and depression. She was an Indian-American; born to Indian parents in the US. Being one herself, Vaishali could understand what it was like for girls like Anamika. Stuck between the past and the future, not knowing where they truly belonged. Being born in the US, made them as American as any other race, but being born to an Indian heritage, where conservativeness was ingrained into every fiber of society often put today's generation in conflict. The desire to fit in with the young crowd, to be "normal" often put college going young adults at odds with their Indian heritage.

In cases like Anamika, lack of acceptance of the facts was usually the root cause of the problem, which often stemmed from a conservative upbringing. The fact was that she was a young woman, in love, and she had had an intimate experience with a man who loves her. While on the surface there is nothing more beautiful, cultural baggage brought in one unexpected result. Guilt.

Vaishali had learned that guilt was the one emotion that usually was the deciding factor between happiness and misery. Guilt never stops people from doing what their heart desires. It just prevents them from enjoying the experience and eats at them after the fact. It all boils down to guilt.

Plain and simple.

There was no right answer this such situations and Vaishali new it. As a professional she was always supposed to be objective, but cases that hit so close to home were always an extra challenge. A few years ago Vaishali had been in the exact same situation when she was in college. She was about the same age as Anamika was now when she and Vimal had consummated their love, and experienced similar emotions. However she realized that since she loved Vimal with all her heart, and anything done with love cannot be bad or immoral. She and Vimal continued their relationship which resulted in an engagement and a wedding sometimes in the future. Vaishali's realization was a personal one, and while she had accepted it, she knew that it would never be understood or accepted by traditionalists.

Taking a deep breath, Vaishali explained to Anamika about personal choices and realizations. While she did not ever enforce her own views on her patients, she did encouraged Anamika to think from an objective and practical point of view. Anamika listened intently and while not completely satisfied or consoled, was glad to at least have been point in a direction that may help her.

After the session was over, Vaishali was sat down to make her notes and as she was reviewing what Anamika had said, her mind took her back to college where Vimal and she had met. They were in the same circle of friends and had known each other for years. Vimal was a law student; very intelligent and hard working – a combination that took him very far very fast. Vaishali always admired his dedication. It didn't hurt that he was tall (around 6'2), dark and very handsome.

Vimal always had a soft stop for Vaishali. She was fun to be with; she laughed at his jokes and was loved by all, especially her family. Her parents adored her and her younger sister not only looked up to her for everything, but she thought the world of her. Vaishali's caring and nurturing nature drew Vimal even closer. Vaishali was no slouch in the looks department either. At 5'9 she was taller than the average Indian girl, complimenting Vimal completely. Her tenacity for working out religiously left her with a perfect hourglass figure. Her dark piercing eyes and hair were a perfect contract to her fair skin.

So taking a leap of faith, Vimal finally plucked up the courage to ask Vaishali on a date, which she graciously accepted. He picked her up holding a bouquet of roses, and took her to dinner in downtown San Francisco, which was followed by a drive over the Golden Gate Bridge and finally parking at the vista point overlooking the San Francisco skyline. Vimal was a perfect gentleman, as he opened the door for her and took her by her hand and helped Vaishali sit on the hood of his car. When the cool pacific breeze blew over them, he felt Vaishali shiver so he took off his coat and placed it over her shoulders and took her in his arms. The couple talked for hours, not as friends, but as two friends that were on the verge of becoming more, a lot more.

As the hour grew late, and the moon shone bright above, Vimal looked in Vaishali's eyes, and gently pulled her closer. Feeling a comfort level that surprised even her, Vaishali leaned across him and placed her head on his arm, looking up at him. Vimal looked at her moonlit face, the reflection of the moon in her eyes, her skin radiant, her lips moist, her breathing slow, and felt like the luckiest man he knew. He slowly inched his head down and kissed Vaishali, finally crossing the line that just kept them as friends.

The moment his lips touched hers, Vaishali felt her body go numb and her mind blank. Then she felt jolts of electricity traverse though her body, making every sense come alive. She ran her finger through his hair and gently pulled him closer. She felt his lips part in response, their lips glued to each other. They kissed again and again, each one more passionate than the other.

Vimal took Vaishali in both his arms and slowly traced her lips with his tongue. He felt her shiver in his arms as she sucked in air. He felt Vaishali's tongue respond in kind as it met his tongue. Her fingers running through his hair, her tongue explored his mouth and Vimal's raising manhood was starting to take over his senses. Vaishali's wasn't far behind for she had already started feeling her femininity start to moisten her panties.

Making the impossible decision, Vaishali and Vimal parted their lips and realized that both were panting. Vimal ran his hand over her face, moving the bangs from her eyes. His date looked like an angel, and he knew he was in love. Vaishali had never been this comfortable with anyone in her life and heart knew she had found her soul mate.

Word got out that the friends were now officially an item. Both families supported the union and the friends were completely supportive. Things couldn't be better – or could they?

A few months later Vimal was called to New York City regarding a case he was working on for his Corporate Law class. He had to fly there for a two weeks so Vaishali decided to join him the last weekend that Vimal was there. Vimal picked her up at the airport Saturday morning (Vaishali had taken the red-eye) and took her to his hotel room. Vaishali has slept on the plane so she wasn't tired. After a quick shower, and change of clothes, the couple went out for breakfast.

They spent the whole day touring the city. They went up the Empire State building, and walked around Time square. They took the ferry to the Statue of liberty, and then walked around down town Manhattan. They watched the sun go down and had dinner at an exquisite Chinese restaurant (their favorite cuisine). After dinner, Vimal and Vaishali walked back to their hotel room.

While this day was near perfection for the two of them, the fact was that this was the first time the couple would have some alone time at night since their relationship began. As it is with traditional Indian culture, the kids usually live with the parents. So while both Vimal and Vaishali were college going, they still lived at home. Privacy was always an issue, but not tonight.

While sex was never on their mind, the fact that they had privacy elated the couple. As Vaishali opened the hotel door, Vimal picked her up and carried her over the threshold. Vaishali draped her arms over his neck and kissed his cheek and he gently sat her down on the bed.

"Well madam, welcome to Casa Da Love!" Vimal smiled

"Oh my, how exquisite," Vaishali played along. "So what can I expect from this high class place?"

"Some very high class service is guaranteed." Vimal continued his role. "Though I suggest that Madam might want to freshen up, and perhaps get into something more comfortable."

"An excellent suggestion," Vaishali agreed and got up from the bed. She took a change of clothes to the restroom.

Vimal stripped off his clothes and got into his night boxers. He dimmed the light and turned on the radio to the classical music station. Both Vimal and Vaishali enjoyed classical music and spent hours enjoying the works of the greats like Mozart, Beethoven and Bach. Just as he was tuning in the station, he heard Vaishali come out. He turned to look at her and was almost floored when he saw her wearing a silk navy blue knee-length, very seductive nightdress that had a sexy side split and beautiful lace panels. She was wearing a matching silk robe on top of the lingerie, tied loosely at the waist.

Vaishali just stood at the door, appreciating Vimal's dumbfounded reaction. She was hoping that he would be appreciative as she had put in a lot of time and effort in choosing the perfect attire for her night with him. She watched him get up from the bed, and walk over to her.

Vimal couldn't believe how beautiful Vaishali looked. This was the first time she had seen her in anything so exquisite and revealing, and his first reaction was one of sincere admiration. The way her eyes were still sparkling, the way her long hair was falling over her shoulders, her smooth and flawless skin still radiated, Vimal fell even more in love with Vaishali as he gently took her face on her hands and kissed her forehead. He picked her up again and gently laid her on the bed.

He propped up a pillow to make her comfortable and then moved to her feet. Returning back to their game he asked in his made up British butler accent,

"Would madam like a foot massage? It has been a rather long day."

"Hmmm, and what would be the charge of this service?"

"This is on the house madam, though the pleasure of your company would be wonderful as a gratuity." Vimal said bowing his head courteously.

"Very well, your services are accepted." Vaishali said in a mock regal tone.

Vimal held Vaishali's right foot in his hands and began a long, slow, firm stroking motion on the top of the foot with his thumbs. He started at the tips of the toes, sliding it away from him, all the way to her ankles. He then retraced his steps back to the toes with a lighter stroke. He repeated this motion a few more times and noticed Vaishali close her eyes and take a deep breath.

Taking this as a positive response; he cupped one hand under the heel to brace her foot and leg. Vimal grasped the ball of the foot with the other hand and slowly turned the ankle in one direction and then the other. He felt her foot loosen in his hand, and Vaishali let out a deep sigh.

"That feels very good, my good sir." She said softly. She would feel the tension built up from walking the whole day recede completely.

"Thank you my dear madam." Vimal replied. "It's is my aim to please"

Continuing the massage, he grasped the foot beneath the arch. With the other hand, he held her big toe with his thumb on top and index finger beneath. Starting at the base of the toe, slowly and firmly, he pulled the toe, sliding his fingers to the top and back to the base. He then gently squeezed and rolled the toe between his thumb and index finger, working his way to the tip and back to the base.

Vimal worked his technique on the remaining toes one by one, and felt Vaishali relax more and more as he progressed down her toes. Vaishali had closed her eyes and was lost in the relaxing sensation of her foot in Vimal's strong arms. She had heard of the wonders of a foot massage from her other experienced friends but this was the first time she had experienced it. So she wasn't surprised that the massage was not only relaxing her but also exciting her. The strokes were sending small jolts to her loins and her thong was not doing anything to keep her slowly growing wetness concealed.

Vimal continued his massage oblivious to the erotic charge he was giving Vaishali. He grasped her foot behind the ankle, cupping under the heel. He inserted his index finger of the other hand between the toes, back and forth in slow yet firm strokes. He noticed Vaishali gently stretching her other leg and slowly parting it and he got a glimpse of her thigh as the nightdress rode up her leg.

Taking a deep breath himself to calm himself down, he continued to hold her foot under the heel with one hand, and using the heel of the other, he pushed hard as he slid his hand along the arch of her foot from the ball off the foot and back again. This made Vaishali eyes open as she felt a sharp jolt rub through her leg and suddenly felt her loins contract and seep out wetness.

"Wow that felt good." Vaishali managed take a deep breath.

Fighting hard to keep his arousal from his voice, Vimal replied "well madam we are only half way done" and gently picked up her other leg. As he leaned down to pick up the foot, he caught a sight of her panties. The lace material was very shear and he thought he saw a hint of wetness.

Encouraged, Vimal massaged the other foot with equal attention and detail as the first one. He wanted to make sure Vaishali enjoyed every second with him during her trip. During the massage, he could feel himself get hard but kept fighting the urge to take his beautiful love in his arms and shower her with kisses from head to toe.

Vaishali couldn't have imagined this night getting better. The room was perfect, the music was perfect, her man was perfect, and she was getting the perfect foot massage. Every stroke of Vimal's fingers was relaxing yet arousing and exciting at the same time. She had given up all pretense of control, and allowed her body to express itself. Her thongs were now soaked to the point that they were starting to get bunched up in her slit. Her nipples were getting hard and soft over and over. Her breathing was alternating between deep and shallow and the fact that this was dangerous territory was now the farthest thing in her mind.

She then felt Vimal lift both her feel up, and she opened her eyes to see him kissing the tops of her feet , gently placing them on the bed and heard him say, "Hope that was to the madam's liking."

"Not just liking, but loving" Vaishali opened her arms in a welcoming embrace. "I believe its time for your gratuity now."

Vimal slowly climbed on top of her and kissed her lips as she wrapped her arms around him. This kiss wasn't soft, but it had the urgency that had built up in both of them. Their lips immediately parted and their tongues were dancing around each other, exploring their lips and their mouths. Vimal reached down and undid the knot of her robe and then slid it off her shoulders. Vaishali allowed it to fall off her body and Vimal kissed her bare shoulder. He planted slow kisses from her shoulder moving on to the strap on her nightdress, and finally planting a kiss on her neck that made Vaishali moan.

"Oh Vimal" she said as her arms wrapped tighter around her lover.

Vimal slowly pulled her down and laid her flat on the bed. He gently sucked on her neck causing Vaishali to moan again. Parting his lips, Vimal licked a small trail from his love bite to her ear wetting the nape of her sensual neck with the tip of his tongue. He gently licked her earlobe, tugging on it with his lips. His tongue continued to follow the outer curve of her ear, teasing it very gently and then gently sucking on her earlobe again.

Vaishali was shocked at the sensuality of what Vimal was doing. Her mind was spinning out of control and her body was already riding high on a wave of pleasure whose intensity wasn't showing any signs of slowing down. Vimal's lips moved from her ear to her forehead, and then he planted a sensuous soft kiss on each of her eyes. Her cheeks followed her nose, and then her chin. Eagerly anticipating his lips on hers, Vaishali moved her head up but Vimal just hovered over her. He parted his lips and she opened her mouth. She tried to kiss him again, but he still moved his head barely out of reach.

"Kiss me, honey, please, I want your lips," Vaishali pleaded gently and move her head up even more, lips parted and tongue fluttering in.

Vimal couldn't take it any more and planted his open mouth on hers. The intensity of the kiss was something that only young lovers could experience. This was their time, their moment. Nothing else mattered, and nothing else existed. She was his and he was hers. Body, mind and soul.

The lovers kissed each other, their arms and legs wrapping around their bodies. Vaishali ran her fingers up and down her lover's bare back, gently rubbing her nails over his skin. Vimal's fingers felt the silk material flow over his angel, and couldn't tell when the nightdress ended and where her skin began. Her flawless skin felt smooth and silky to his touch, though considerably hotter.

He slipped his hand under the night dress and gently caressed her ass. As their lips and tongues continued their onslaught, his hands were running up and down her smooth back and her sensuous ass cheeks. He gently squeezed her ass with his hands and Vaishali responded by kissing him even more aggressively. Vimal trailed his fingers further down her ass crack and found her very wet panty-covered pussy and gently ran his finger over it. Enjoying the wetness on his finger, he rubbed her pussy and pressed on her clit with his finger.

"OOH yeas." Vaishali broke their kiss and groaned. She looked at Vimal with eyes full of lust and kissed him passionately, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Vimal's cock was getting harder by the second and was staining to come out of his boxers. Still running his hands over her back and butt, Vimal pulled up the nightdress over her head, making her as topless as he was.