Anjuli was fascinated by her outrageous Aunty Geetha. She always dressed in a wanton, western style that had her parent clucking like outraged chickens. She breezed in and out of Anjuli's life; unconscious of the outrage and comment she left in her wake. Every time her mother would admonish Anjuli for some minor misbehaviour, she would say that if she were not careful, she would end up like her Aunt Geetha. Which only increased the fascination with her aunt. Any attempts to learn more of her aunt from her parents met with disapproving silence. The other distinctive feature of her colourful aunt was that she had allowed her pale, wheattish complexion to be darkened and toned by the African sun. Another cause for the clucking tongues in the family. All the other women in the family seemed to be officially 'allergic' to sunshine. The aim to be preserving their light complexions with shade, umbrellas, and even driving with a coat reversed and covering their exposed arms. Anjuli admired her strange relative's uncaring honesty; her rebelliousness and sheer unwillingness to conform in any way at all.
Her chance came when she was let off from college at midday. A power cut had struck the school and it was decided to send the students home for the rest of the day. Walking along the main highway, Anjuli had been shocked as the flaming red Toyota sports car screeched to a halt and pulled over in front of her. She had stood, rather like a rabbit caught in headlights as the car reversed madly back towards her.
'Anjuli darling! I thought it was you. What on earth are you doing walking along here at this time of day?'
Aunt Geetha. Anjuli quickly explained what had happened at the college, and that she was walking home. Her aunt laughed delightedly.
'Home? If you're sure, sweetie. I'm off to my club, if you would like to join me. About time we had ourselves a chat, girl to girl. Interested?'
Guilt and fascination warred within the young girl. What a wonderful opportunity! And her parents would never know, so long as she got home at the proper time. What harm could there be.
'Yes, aunty,' she nodded dutifully, 'I would like that very much.'
Her aunt drove the car in the manner with which she seemed live her life. With wild abandon. She chatted away, oblivious to the blowing horns and waved fists that followed her; complimenting Anjuli on her looks, criticising her dress sense and pointedly asking her about boyfriends.
'None,' she had answered truthfully. Her aunt's response had been caustic.
'That tight arsed family of yours! Young girls like you should be having some fun. All to soon you'll be tied down to some slob of a husband - and him busy with his secretaries and floozies, you bored at home. It's criminal that you are wasting the best years you will ever have!'
The words had made Anjuli's ears burn hot. They were the voicing of the small and private thoughts she had each night - doing the thing her mother would have beaten her for. She had been masturbating for a couple of years now, hating herself, loving herself. Cursing the feelings and sensations that overwhelmed her in the dark of the night. As if echoing her guilty thoughts, her aunt's next words froze the blood in her veins.
'I bet you frig yourself senseless every night!' and followed it with her barking laugh.
'Aunty!' Seemed to be the only response the shocked girl could come up with.
'Don't be like that, sweetie. I used to rub myself raw!'
She then took one hand off the wheel, and patted Anjuli's thigh, before adding lecherously, 'still do as a matter of fact, especially when I can't get hold of something better!'
Suddenly, just knowing that not only did somebody else understand, they had also confessed to the same, shameful lusts - it was like a weight lifting off her shoulders. It was a heady, dizzying experience. This eccentric, much maligned aunt was transformed into a soul mate. Somebody who could be asked about the forbidden, the longings and the feeling that she had been bottling up insider herself for years.
'What happened, aunty?' Anjuli asked the question that had been burning on her tongue for years. 'What caused the problem with the family? That made you so… so, wonderful?'
That last word came unbidden, a flash of honesty that surprised her as much as her aunt. She was rewarded with a sharp look, and then some rather frank appraisal. She seemed to make a decision.
'I fell in love, sweetie.' Her aunt's face took on a distant expression. 'Love. Love with the wrong boy, at the wrong age. I fell pregnant. It was a scandal.' A hollow laugh.
'They arranged the abortion, and I vowed never to let them, or anybody else ever interfere in my life again.'
'Who was he?' Anjuli asked gently. The look on her aunts face grew distant again, unhappy even.
'Oh, just a boy. An English boy at that.' Her aunt shook her head, her gaze refocused.
'I was sent away, they never let him see me again. He was gone, back to the UK by the time I was allowed to return. Since then sweetie, I've fucked everything in trousers that takes my fancy. Not to mention the odd skirt.'
The shocking crudity had the tips of Anjuli's ears burning once more and her heart pounding beneath her suddenly tight chest.
The club was built around the swimming pool, and Anjuli regretted that fact that she had no costume. Still, she doubted that swimming was on her Aunty Geetha's mind. They settled under a shaded table, near the compound wall, with a good view of all the goings on. There where only a handful of adults in the place, most sipping drinks around the pool. Her aunt ordered for them both, and Anjuli dutifully sipped at the strange, flower laden concoction.
'See him?' her aunt's chin indicated a table about twenty feet from where they sat. A thickset, prosperous looking businessman was looking roughly in their direction. Anjuli's aunt flashed him a smile and then casually opened her thighs. The outrageously short skirt rose along the firm thighs and exposed the filly wisp of her panties. The man was scanning the area casually, and his gaze passed over them. Then he did a quite comical double take, and stared intently in their direction. Her aunt compounded Anjuli's shock by casually spreading her tanned thighs even wider. Anjuli knew that the man had a clear line of sight right up her aunt's skirt. With studied casualness the older woman dropped a hand between her thighs and stroked the bare inner surface. Anjuli almost choked on her drink when the man, equally casually placed a hand on his crotch. They seemed to hold eye contact for a moment before her aunt broke it, and turned to Anjuli.
'He would pay a hundred cash for me to bend over and let him fuck me.' The crude words seemed to numb, then inflame something deep in Anjuli's stomach. She had to do a hurried double take, but yes, her aunt had actually said it.
'Will you fuck him?' Anjuli blurted out.
Her aunt gave her level look and Anjuli could feel the colour rise in my cheeks once more. S
She finally replied in a serious tone, 'I would think that that would be my business, wouldn't you, sweet?' She took a deep swallow of the cocktail. 'Why do you want to know?'
'I would love to see it' Anjuli blurted and as if appalled at her outrageous suggestion, her hand rose involuntarily to cover her mouth.
