Sunitra looked at her, her voice going a little hard. "Look, love, you do not know what you are asking. I can teach you, yes, but if I accept you as a
chela,
my disciple, it will not be for a day or a week, it may be for years. You will have to follow my instructions, eat what I tell you to, do what I order you to do. Some may be pleasurable, some things you may find disgusting, some just plain boring. If I tell you to do something, I expect you to obey. I will expect you to attend my yoga classes, pay your dues, and help when you have learnt a bit. Do you think you can do that?"
Elizabeth sat back a little. She had had in mind a few lessons, a book to read, but this sounded a lot more intense. But on the other hand she had begun to feel that her life needed some guidance, some direction.
"A few years? Wow, I am not sure... But I do want to learn."
Sunitra sat up and leant towards her. "You will have to make a commitment to me. I will expect you to come to my yoga studio Wednesday afternoon, for a start. Bill, be a dear and get a pamphlet from my purse. There, and note the fees, ok? You can pay for the semester. Now give me your hand."
Her fingers rested on the young girl's pulse, and she nodded. "Good, you seem healthy and strong, but you will need to balance your body. You are eating too much meat. Don't cut it out altogether, at least not now. You need more exercise, and there is a degree of dehydration. Bill, she needs water, then you can refill her wine glass. Mine is empty too."
Elizabeth looked up at him. "Wow, she can see all that from feeling my pulse?"
Sunitra smiled. "Yes, and much more, but that will suffice for a start. Now feel this, when I trace the meridian up your arm with my finger. Feel where it is going?"
The blonde girl shivered at the sensation moving up her arm, the sense of touch seeming to radiate into her shoulder, spreading over her back and chest. A finger touched a pressure point. "There, do your breasts tingle? Good, now take off your dress and feel your nipples. Come on, he has seen girls naked before."
The wine had broken down some of the reserve, and Elizabeth stood, unzipped and dropped her dress, then removed the bra. Sunitra smiled. "What nice breasts you have, soft and heavy. There is a pressure point here, see, it activates the nerves in your breasts. Feel it? But you are breathing all wrong."
Elizabeth self-consciously reached for her chest, her hand lingering on the tingling nipples, now crinkling into pink points. "Breathe wrong? What do you mean?"
Sunitra moved closer to her, undoing her own wrap-around dress. "The first thing you have to learn is how to breathe. Most people don't know how important it is. So we are going to learn the circular breath. But first take off your panties, we have to get in touch with nature."
Elizabeth struggled to slip off the sensible cotton panties, while noticing that the dark girl had worn none under the brightly coloured dress that now lay behind her, discarded like a butterfly's chrysalis. And the body that had emerged was indeed splendid. A taut belly was framed by ample hips above a dark mound, while small, pert breasts with dark, prominent nipples caught the eye. She felt herself blush.
Sunitra reached out to her. "And what a nice bush! Oh, such a pity to lose that lovely colour, but at least for a start you will have to shave, my dear. Still, you are beautiful. Now, come and sit on this cushion, so. One leg straight, sit on my leg, and crook the other leg behind me. I do the same, see? So we are close to each other. Now, place your left hand on your forehead, and use your thumb and forefinger to touch your nostrils. The index finger remains on the forehead, touching the third eye. You will learn about that later. Now, first you gently close the one nostril with the thumb, and inhale slowly. There, a little more. And now you close the other nostril with the forefinger, and exhale. See? The breath goes in a circle."
Elizabeth's eyes were closed, and she concentrated on the feeling of her breath coursing in and out of her nose. As if from afar Sunitra's voice came: "Now your right hand goes here, between my breasts, where you can feel my heartbeat, and I do the same. Do you feel the connection? Good. Now, just relax into the exercise, and I will breathe with you. Relax, feel yourself go into the breath, become the breath. I will direct the exercise, and guide you."
Elizabeth felt the heat of the hand rise into her breasts, and the breath seemed to warm her up even more, pulsing with her heartbeat into the rest of her body. Or was it the heartbeat she felt through her palm, touching those soft, yielding breasts? Was she breathing or was she feeling the other girl's chest moving up and down? She felt herself drifting into a warm, dark, rhythmically pulsing universe where everything was in harmony, where everything was reduced to touch, the perfume of warm bodies, of closeness and safety. The sound of the two breaths became like the waves of the ocean, warm, breaking, retreating, building, cresting, breaking...
As if from afar she felt Sunitra's hand move from between her breasts, sliding down, caressing the roundness of her belly, and she felt her hand, as if without volition, doing the same. She felt the muscles move under the soft skin, as if it was the other hand feeling hers. Her belly tensed, warmth coursed through her body as the hand descended, touched the springy pubic hair, teased its way down into the warmth of her genitals. She felt herself touch the smoothness of the other girl's belly, the roughness of her shaven mound, the warm, yielding wetness of her lips. Her questing finger discovered the springy clitoris, the softness of the inner lips as she felt herself approaching a crest of warmth, of urgent emotion, which receded as the hand on her genitals went still.
Another shared breath, another exhalation, another inhalation, and the touch of the hand on her vulva had become unbearable. Then a finger teased her entrance, and, as she approached the crest, plunged into her vagina.
She could bear no more, and with a cry, threw her head back to gulp in air as the fire of her orgasm exploded through her, washing away any trace of control, centering her whole being on the pulsing delight in her belly. And the intrusive finger thrust, teased, tortured her as if part of herself, keeping the contractions going, keeping the wave from receding, until, exhausted by the emotion and exertion, she collapsed on the cushions Bill had placed behind her.
For a long minute she was senseless to the world, then heard as if from a distance, Bill saying: "Wow, that was a big one for someone as untrained as she is. I hope she is all right."
Sunitra replied with a throaty laugh. "I have never heard of someone injured by an orgasm. Not yet, anyway. But she did have a good one. Come now, baby, tell us how it was."
She leant over the blonde girl, applying the pressure of her body to the limp body, and Elizabeth smiled, replying as if in a warm haze: "I'm dreaming. It was so good, I have never felt so... so complete. Just give me a few seconds."
Sunitra smiled, caressing the blond hair, smoothing the pearls of perspiration from her flushed face. "Take all the time you want, love, there is no hurry. Now take a few deep breaths again, and feel your body, take stock of how you feel, how you reacted. And remind yourself that this is good, healthy. This is what your body was made for, what it needs. This is how you validate yourself.'
Elizabeth lay still for a few minutes, revelling in the glorious warmth and relaxation of her body, the feel of the slim body on hers. As she began to stir Sunitra slipped away, and Bill offered a fresh glass of chilled Chablis.
