Varun and I had been good friends at school when I was still studying in Chennai. Subsequently I had moved to Delhi, finished my schooling and had in a sense permanently relocated to the US for my undergraduate education. My father, who had started his overseas business venture while we were still in India, had now shifted to the US. A year after I finished high school, my mother and I joined him and the coveted US Green Card was now ours to flout.
In the interim few years, I had kept in touch with Varun through the odd postal letter but usually on short phone conversations during any trips back to Chennai where both sets of my grandparents lived. It was in my Junior year at University that my parents decided that we need take a full month off to visit Chennai to see the grandparents who were aging and with whom we hadn't spent much time in the previous few years. One granddad had recently survived a minor stroke and there was a general feeling of guilt in my parents that they had left their own parents uncared for and vulnerable.
Fall semester usually ended in mid to late December and classes resumed soon after the New Year. I had to make a special request to two of my professors to be allowed to take my semester exams early and by myself so as to be able to travel my with parents on the same date as they.
Chennai was somewhat of a sleepy city in the late eighties. The typical airport stench of phenoyl hit us as we entered the main airport building upon arrival. Being December, the weather was reasonably pleasant by local standards. As we drove from the airport, I felt that not much had changed in the intervening few years since I had left the city.
It took a full three days before I managed to get over some of the jet-lag. The reunion with the grandparents and the rest of the extended family had all gone well. I was however getting a bit restless already. While my grandparents lived in an independent house (still common in those days), it was one of those old construction buildings from the sixties. The toilet was the Indian style hole-in-the-ground, air-conditioning available only in the living room and power cuts were all too frequent. It was not much different than when I was younger but the intervening years in Delhi (which was better in terms of material comforts) and then the living in the US had now spoilt me. I was no longer able to adjust as easily as I thought I could. There was almost a full month of stay left and one could indulge in distractions like shopping, relative visiting etc. only to a certain extent without getting bored. Beyond this, was the thought of having an inactive sex life for the next thirty odd days. The situation was not necessarily the most ideal for someone like moi.
It was in such moment of bored musings that I gave a call to Varun and he immediately agreed to meet up. It was late afternoon and I suggested we rendezvous at the Drive-in Woodlands near Gemini circle. It was a popular hangout place when I was in school and boasted some excellent local tiffin items. Varun looked much the same since the last I had met him which was a few years go. Unlike many in our batch, he didn't yet have his growth spurt and remained somewhat on the shorter side when it came to height. We caught up on each other's recent life history. He himself was doing a course in Commerce with a view to become an Chartered Accountant. I vaguely remembered that their family had their own business concern and he had always been one of those "richer than average" kids in the old days. He would more than likely join his father in the family business once he finished college.
As our initial catch-up conversation ended, he invited me to drop in at his house anytime. It turned out he was going through a lean phase too in terms of friends. The old gang from school was no dispersed in various cities and he wasn't too comfortable with his college mates. Also, his house was not too far from where my grandparents lived - a fifteen to twenty minute walk was all it took. I promised to drop in the very next day as I was looking for ways to kill time as well.
Next day, I headed to Varun's house promptly after lunch. The door was opened by his sister Aparna. I remembered her from my schooldays in Chennai. She was one year junior to us. Varun had mentioned that she was in college doing a BSc. course in Physics. What he hadn't mentioned was that she had turned into a wonderfully fine looking young girl. In a long sleeveless frock, she was quite the pretty young thing. She must have been nineteen then. Varun's family was from the Chettiar community. With sharp features and a pretty face, Aparna had a lovely slim figure with well formed breasts for her age.
"Hi - been a long time."
"Hey Sri! Yes. Varun told us you were in town and you guys had met yesterday. You've really grown so tall and look different."
"You've grown tall too, since I saw you last."
I sensed she could feel my face boring down her body especially lingering over her chest and was on my guard instantly to be less obvious. Varun came out from inside just then. We went up to his room, hung around shooting the bull, basically trying to see what we could the rest of the day. A little while later, I heard a voice call his name asking him to come down.
As I followed him out of his room and looked down the railing, I noticed the lady who must have obviously done the calling. As we walked down the stairs, I realized she was a very fine looking woman - of medium height, with lovely chocolaty dark skin, a beautiful face, a well kept body, a set of full heavy breasts and a hint of lipstick on the lips. She was wearing a sleeveless salwar kameez. Her waist length hair was nicely brushed and knotted the traditional way to hang behind her back.
"Amma - you remember Sri?"
"Hi aunty." I said. What a beautiful looking mom she was. No doubt Aparna had taken her after her mother in looks and in body type. Those familiar feelings of arousal were starting to crop up again.
Much like her daughter before her, I think Jayashree aunty sensed the admiration (or was it a leer?) in my looks. I could see her smiling back.
"Hi Sri - so many years since I saw you. You've grown so tall and filled out."
I was trying to remember when I had seen her last - must have been quite a few years ago. Of course, at that age, my sexual proclivities were just beginning and doubtless she had just been one of the many school moms I had come across. But now, my hormones were in overdrive. Various thoughts were rushing through my head - the primary one was regret about being in India only for a few weeks more and missing out on the possibility of any intimate interactions with Jayashree aunty.
"I've made tea for everyone. Come, sit and drink."
I gathered that the afternoon 3pm tea was a family ritual. There were some of the typical namkeen snacks to take along with the tea. Jayashree aunty quizzed me about what all I had been upto after leaving Chennai and my student life in the US.
"Dei - any girlfriends?" This query came in from Varun, in a playful and teasing tone.
