This story begins takes place on a cold and snowy December in Toronto. It centre's around a young girl by the name of Samitha. A student at the University of Toronto, she originally came from Vancouver, located on the other side of the country. What drew her to Toronto? Well, it was two things. One, she wanted a change in her life. Two, it would be a perfect opportunity to work closely with a professor at the university who's research focused heavily on the philosophy of mind. And so it was that at the tender age of 18, Samitha found herself in one of Canada's largest cities, alone.
Samitha came from a very affluent family. Her parents were originally from India. Her father, who had come to Canada in the late 60s, managed to go to university while he worked as a cook at a restaurant in downtown. Through hard work, he managed to become a successful architect. Through a traditional arranged marriage, he got married to a smart and beautiful woman. She eventually managed to get her PhD and became a professor at a college where she taught philosophy. Years later, they had their first and only child. Samitha took on her mother in both looks and intellect; long luscious hair, big beautiful dark eyes, caramel skin and a love of philosophy.
As a child, Samitha was very spoiled. But at the same time, she took nothing for granted. She smart from the beginning. Her keen interest in politics allowed her to realize that she has been afforded opportunities that others had not. Her parents instilled values of humanity and compassion in her which she carried with her to Toronto. When it came time for university, through some tough diplomacy, she convinced her parents that Toronto was the right school for her. Naturally, parents are always worried about the well being of their daughters, especially if they are an only child. So they spared no expense to comfortably accommodate her. They bought Samitha a modest condo and even bought her a car. The car wasn't anything special though. It was reliant enough to get her from A to B. But Samitha didn't complain. She was thankful for what she had.
Over the course of the months, Samitha became involved in the community. Particularly, she was involved with an organisation that centred on ensuring the rights of immigrant women in the city of Toronto. It was through this organisation that she met Kate, a real estate developer by profession. Incidentally, the two of them lived on the same street as each other.
Kate herself was an immigrant from the United Kingdom. She had moved to Canada in the 80s. She got married, had one child but eventually got divorced. Ironically Kate's daughter was attending university in Vancouver. Kate was a bubbly older woman, around the age of 40 or so. She was plump and yet incredibly gorgeous. Brunette hair that was curly and shoulder length, big beautiful dark eyes, tall and very voluptuous; she was always being eyes by both younger as well as older men.
The two ladies became very close friends over the course of time after they met. They both shared a similar interests and viewpoints. The fact that they lived so close to each other was something that added value to their relationship. They began to do everything together. They shopped together, dinned out together, watched movies together; typical stuff that friends do together. Kate had a passion for cooking, especially. More often than not, Samitha would end up eating dinner at Kate's house because Kate always insisted she come try out her latest dish. She was her own version of Nigella Lawson. And in fact that analogy isn't all that far off. Kate did in fact have some resemblance to the kitchen goddess. She possessed the same sultry accent, and even shared the same fashion sense as Nigella. This is on top of the sex appeal that naturally came off of her. Samitha on the other hand, was pretty in her own sense. She was not too terribly tall, standing at about 5'6 in height. Her body type was that of a typical 18 year old girl. If I had to guess, I would probably weight her in at about 135 lbs. She had a sweet caramel coloured completion, long hair which ran all the way down her shoulders and ended around her chest, typical of her East Indian ethnicity. She also had big, dark eyes with naturally long eye lashes. Her lips were full and pouty with a naturally normal than usual pink to red colour, making it seem like she wore lipstick all the time. Her breasts weren't the largest but they certainly were perky, as they always stood out despite what she wore. Her personality was very different than that of Kate's. Whereas Kate was sophisticated yet outgoing, bubbly as I mentioned before, Samitha was almost always laughing and yet possessed this heir of a more mature young woman. Despite the age difference, this created a well bonded friendship between the two.
By the end of the year, the two were almost inseparable. And so it was no surprise that when Kate decided to throw a Christmas party in late December, Samitha was the first one to get the invitation.
The night of the party was quite pleasant indeed. It was a typical Toronto winter. The skies had clouded over and the hue from the street lights had illuminated the entire city into this amazing orange colour. This particular night wasn't all too cold actually. It was -15 Celsius with no wind. It was snowing ever so slightly with big, puffy snowflakes. Because of the city lights, all of the snow had the same orange colour. Since Samitha didn't see much snow in Vancouver, she had quickly grown to appreciate the beauty that a Toronto winter offered.
For the party, Samitha had decided to wear a traditional East Indian suit, a Kameez Shalwar. The top, called the Kameez, was a beautiful form fitting ocean blue soft silk with a low cut U neck. The detail consisted of patterns sewn in with a cold coloured thread that adorned the entire top. The neckline was bordered red and cold threaded elaborate detail. Also the torso part of the Kameez was tight, the bottom half of it was very loose and flowed freely. The Shalwar or trousers were a simple matching ocean blue with only a bit of detail on the hemming. She topped this off with what is called a Dupatta, or a loose piece of transparent cloth which is typically worn over the shoulder. It was a beautiful ensemble that really highlighted her key features, mainly her completion, her eyes and her perky breasts. Samitha had the suit in her closet for a while but never found the right opportunity to wear it. Her mom had sent through the mail, figuring she would need something more traditional if and when the time came. Now seemed like the perfect time.
After applying some light makeup and eyeliner, Samitha put on her black wool overcoat, wrapped a scarf around her neck and headed off. Since Kate's house was only down the block, she figured that walking wouldn't be a bad idea. Plus, it would give her an opportunity to enjoy the beautiful winter that she had become so fond of.
Samitha couldn't help but smile as she walked towards Kate's. Being a somewhat affluent neighbourhood, the community association had petitioned everyone that lived in the area to donate a certain sum of money so that they would be able to purchase large Christmas reeves that they eventually put onto each street lamp in the entire neighbourhood. It actually felt like it was Christmas; it set a good mood for the holidays.
It wasn't long before Samitha reached Kate's house. Kate probably had one of the most beautiful houses on the street. It was a large house with Victorian architecture. Red bricks covered the outside of the house. There were two large columns that went all the way up until a window that was centred in the middle of the house on the second floor. The columns held up a balcony which could be accessed only by the master bedroom. The windows were all a white colour which posed as a good contrast against the red brick. There was a cute little lawn in the front of the house complete with a small water fountain and a flowerbed. The properly was surrounded by a black iron fence that was came up the waist of an average person.
Samitha walked up the steps and approached the door. Already she could hear the sweet sounds of Christmas songs playing inside alongside the voices and laughter of people mingling with each other. She rang the doorbell and after a few seconds Kate opened the door.
"Hey you! You finally made it!" said Kate. The two embraced each other with a hug.
Kate looked especially beautiful tonight. She wore a one piece dress with a low neckline with a dark blue cardigan sweater over top. The skirt went down to just above her knees. The dress drew instant attention to her large, heavyset breasts, the neckline teasing everyone's eyes. Her hair was different from what it normally was. It was straight all around except for two large locks of hair in the front which were curled from root to tip.
"You couldn't have shown up at a better time," said Kate with some nervousness
"Why, what's wrong?" asked Samitha with concern.
"I need you in the kitchen as soon as possible."
"Alright, I'll be there in five minutes," assured Samitha.
