Milk and Honey

Milk and honey

Chapter 1

Event year: fall, 1999
Place: bhagalpur, bihar, India

Neelam was my neighbor and girl friend since 6 months now. Her family had moved in the duplex adjacent to ours 6 months back. On the second day I proposed her and she accepted. A week later on we had first sex and then i got to know she had been drilled earlier as well. Though she maintained she ruptured her hymn in cycling but a guy can tell i suppose. Anyway it did not matte much cause i wasnt going to marry her or anything. She was a great lay though.  If you saw her in public, dressed in a knee length top, leggings and combed hair, you would never guess what a wild kid she was underneath. Her role models were Marie Curie cause like her she never shied from experimenting and Sharon Stone cause like her she never wore panties. However this is not story of Neelam and me, but of Neelam, her sister Mausmi and me. 

Her sister was married and settled in Bokaro. She was visiting her parents and since then Neelam’s visits had reduced a lot. She sneaked out only on second or third days and only for an hour or two. She said it was because her sister had few months old  kid who needed lot of attention and she couldn’t just leave her sister doing everything alone. Well fare enough. 

One afternoon when she had come over and we were done she said
“didi (elder sis in hindi) wants to meet you”

I dropped her breast that i was fondling. 
“why does she want to do that” i asked in a horrified voice. You never know with girls when they start seeing marriage as the bright end of an affair. In that case its usually a sibling or cousin who is first taken in confidence. 

“i dont know ” she said casually, brushing her nipples on my lips “one day she asked me where do i go on afternoons so i told i come to meet you. Then she said she wants to meet you too”

There I was in a pickle or so i thought. Until that time my experience with relations of my other dates was very harrowing with most of them giving lengthy lectures on limits of boy-girl friendship, need of decency and such loads of craps. I thought to temporize it somehow but next time when Neelam came she said Didi was threatening if I did not meet her she would tell about our affair to both of the families then I agreed. 

It was decided that Neelam will admit me through the back door of her house, while her sister would keep an watch on others. Then i would proceed directly to the second floor, second room in the right wing and wait there. 

I followed the plan to the letter and did not meet any obstruction in reaching to me interview room. It was a large lavender shaded room with a King size bed in middle, a dressing table on left, a crib on the right, a pram nearby and some female clothing including a red gown and a cream color panty on a chair along. I dont know why i am describing all these in detail. Perhaps because the room oozed out an intense feminity. Whatever. I didnt have to wait long. I heard some voices, laughter and  footsteps. The door opened and Mausami came in. Clad in a pink saari, She looked intensely feminine alright.