"Rakesh?"
Rakesh's heart jumped.
How long he had waited to hear that voice again.
Three months had passed since Deotima and Surma had stopped calling or meeting him.
Deotima had gotten married to a big shot white guy, Hugo.
Surma was married to a venture capitalist, Suresh.
Rakesh had given up hope of ever hearing from either of them again.
After all they were married to rich guys and were now part of 'high society'.
What would they need from an ordinary boy born on the wrong side of the tracks?
Rakesh had taken up a job as a waiter in a five star hotel. It was hard work. And it left him hardly any time to breathe.
But that was what he liked about the job.
It kept him too busy to think about the past.
One evening he was working for a posh high society bash at the hotel.
The rich and the beautiful were all there.
There was more clinking of jewelry than cocktail glasses.
Then Rakesh saw her.
Deotima.
Resplendent in a maroon and gold outfit. Matching earrings and an elaborate designer bindi on her forehead.
The lip gloss she wore on her shining red lips reminded him of a beautiful flower blooming.
Her lovely hair was tied up on top of her head.
Just the way he liked it.
Deotima used to wear her hair that way whenever she wanted to impress him after a fight. She knew it drove him crazy with desire.
She looked the picture of elegance in her high heels with her long hair.
Rakesh gulped as he felt his heart beat quicken.
"God! She was so beautiful!"
But her eyes were not as bubbly as he remembered.
They looked tired.
Rakesh continued serving drinks.
Pretending not to notice her.
As he served drinks & hors d'ouvres to the guests, he could feel her staring at him.
A shiver ran down his spine as he continued serving the guests, purposefully ignoring her.
He had seen Surma and Deotima in the papers now and then.
Page three.
Attending this inaugural bash or that fashion show.
Rakesh's heart would thump in his chest and pine for them whenever he saw them.
Then he would go to the gym and run on the treadmill.
Faster and faster.
Just to block them from his memory.
But it never worked.
No matter how much time Rakesh spent at the gym, the painful memories of Deotima and Surma returned to haunt his every dream.
Deotima's breasts with her large nipples.
Surma's eyes when she was giving him a blowjob. The way Deotima shook and shivered when she was having an orgasm.
The way Surma never missed an opportunity to brush her fingers against his cock in public.
Sometimes he would wake up in a sweat in the middle of the night with the awful feeling that the best part of his life was over.
Was it was all going downhill from here?
Tears streaming down his face, he would watch TV and slip into a restless sleep.
Now seeing Deotima in person brought all the those painful memories back.
And he could feel the start of an erection that was going out of control.
He went to the hotel bathroom and undid his fly.
His huge raging hard cock flew out of his pants.
The relief he felt as he held his cock in his hands and started to masturbate was overwhelming.
He started to think of the times he spent with Deotima.
He remembered her huge boobs and her erect nipples.
Ohhhh!! And they were so sensitive!
Tonight, in her revealing maroon outfit, he could see the tops of her breasts. Swelling out of that dress. Nothing could hold those beautiful breasts.
How he had licked and sucked those nipples.
How they would jump to his touch.
And her pussy.
Ohhhhh! It had a life of its own.
Her pussy controlled the rest of her body.
The moment she felt his mouth nearing her pussy, he would feel her hips start to thrust out at him. Like a greedy child reaching out for chocolates kept out of reach.
He would tease her endlessly as she screamed and begged for him to lick her eager pussy.
Then at last he would relent.
He would have to hold her down before he could get that first lick of her pussy lips.
She would freeze and then explode.
Bucking and thrusting her hips shamelessly against his mouth.
Rakesh would take her engorged clit between his lips and suck on it until she came violently against his mouth.
Shuddering and shaking in orgasm after orgasm.
He remembered how she would scream so loud while he fucked her.
Full throat screams.
Her tongue would dart into his mouth as soon as he kissed her.
The force of all his memories of Deotima collected in his balls and exploded through the top of his penis.
He ejaculated so forcefully that his sperm hit the door of the toilet and trickled down slowly.
He was breathing fast and hard as he opened his eyes.
He cleaned himself off, wiped the door and went back to the party.
As he left for home that night, his mind was enveloped in thoughts of Deotima.
How beautiful she looked!
He felt ashamed.
She was a high society lady now.
Calm, composed, classy.
Her wild crazy days were over.
And he, Rakesh, was just a waiter.
The glaring class difference was not that obvious when they were in school.
But now it was screamingly obvious.
Back home as he lay in his bed, way past midnight, he was still immersed in his thoughts.
His hands repeatedly stroking his large penis, ready to masturbate again.
Then the phone rang.
He answered the phone, his thoughts still with Deotima.
Her voice did not register at first.
When it dawned on him he jumped out of his reverie, completely delighted.
His biggest fantasy had come true.
Deotima!
Hearing Deotima's voice after so many months, awakened every muscle in his body.
"Yes?" Rakesh replied casually.
He did not want to show Deotima how excited he was to hear her voice.
"Oh hiiii! How are youuu?"
Deotima's voice betrayed a false sense of enthusiasm that he could sense immediately.
