My first glimpse of her was very bizarre. She was out there in the market with her gang, wearing a simple blue denim and a black top with a tag line of "ASSHOLE".
The word was perfectly all over her breast area. I tried to avoid the eye contact but some things are inevitable, like morning after night.
And I guess the connection was made within a jiffy, her prior smirk was the conformation, but it wasn't new for me.
Next I tried not to approach her and this time I was successful, because no matter what, some things can't happen, like Tigers can't climb trees.
But few seconds later the unexpected shit happened. She split from her group and was there in front of me, looking directly into my eyes. It stumbled me as I wasn't in a state to utter any word.
I had no idea how to start a conversation. Once a friend told that the first step is to compliment her clothes but that idea was the worst at that moment.
"Don't you think that this is at the wrong place", she asked me, pointing her right hand's middle finger at her Tee focusing on "ASSHOLE".
I didn't utter. I was afraid that if I open up my mouth, her next move might not knock me down. I was a bit cautious.
"Oh! yes, It is", I said with an eerie but I had to say something assertively that could impress her, " according to your height, I guess it's two feet above", I winked.
Unexpectedly, she laughed. I joined her too.
"Hi", I uttered.
"What for?", she inquired.
I didn't know what to say.
"Just because I came up to you and had a nasty moment, you thought you could dig your way to my pussy? I guess, you were right", she said.
"What?", I shouted, "Did you just say that in real or am I imagining?"
"Now, am feeling I laid my cards on the right person, a very fast imaginator."
"That's not even a word", I said.
"I know, I don't have to right all the time."
"So, what's all this", I asked.
"Let me just cut the words and come direct to the point. Tomorrow come and pick me, same time same place", she said.
"What for?"
"Are you gay?"
"Of course not", I uttered.
"Impotent?"
"Not yet."
"Then why the fuck you need to ask? People with good imagination have a fast brain, too."
"Are you serious about this?"
"If you have a room, we can move right now."
"Wooh! You gotta be kidding me", I strangled.
"If you don't wanna have it, let's cancel off", she spoke after a few silent seconds.
"Wait, wait. Ok fine, done with tomorrow."
"Cool, bring a chocolate", she winked and moved to join her troop.
"What's your name", I spoke a bit loud.
"Why? you need to tell your mother or you need to have it for tonight's wanking?", she shouted without even turning back.
I returned to my flat without buying anything. that girl was a bomb. I narrated the whole incident to my roomie, Nilesh.
"dude", he said, "you fucking hit on a whore?"
"She wasn't a whore, I don't know yet. She was with some girls and she wasn't looking that much old, she was of our age", I replied.
"She is not the typical stereotype that every girl of today's generation wants to be. She's awesome. I think she's inspired from Brazzers, that's why she offered you..."
"offered me her vagina", I uttered, "you jackass, there must be something more."
"So, what's the plan? You going?
"I don't know. Should I?"
" Of course", nilesh uttered, "golden opportunity and you must not miss."
"What if she a carrier of AIDS?"
"She asked you to bring a condom, it's safe."
"What if she's nymphomaniac?"
"That's best for you. It would be you best sex ever."
"What if it's a string operation?"
"Why don't you come and suck mine", Nilesh shouted, "you didn't even have a girl friend for four years, you used to go to fucking brothel and pay 700 bucks for just one shot, you don't have a face like Hrithik, body like Salman Bhai, energy like ranveer baba, that vague smile like Arjun baba and here you are getting a pussy for free, why don't you just focus on your erection?"
"I too think am giving this a lot of my mind, let me just go to my room", I said.
"Don't jerk off", he shouted, "girls like a lot of that mess, it's their natural anti-wrinkle agent."
I went straight to my bed and laid down trying to control my mind, my gun and most importantly my hands.
Next Day, Evening,
Today she was wearing probably the same pair of jeans with a orange top and with a tag line of, "SCREW ME HARD."
"Do you get these kind of Tees by mistake or buy them with consciously", I asked her skipping the greetings.
"so, you are on time", she said ignoring my question.
"well, I had to, I couldn't miss this", I reverted back.
"I thought you wouldn't come", she said, "you are actually the third guy who showed up."
"showed up among?"
"I stopped counting, but for a guess, I would go with forty."
"dude, she's a nymphomaniac ", I talked in my head.
"Is this your forte or your necessity", I asked her.
"Did you bring the chocolate", she questioned me skipping my question.
"It's in my pant's pocket."
"I knew you won't that one", she laughed, "I asked for a real chocolate, for eating."
"But none of your words were straight and bring me chocolate signified you wanted to have a chocolate flavour condom."
"I guess with the sex am providing you a sweet pleasure, with that chocolate you can return me that favour", she said.
"No issues, I got money, I can buy that now."
"let's leave, no need now". we left for the flat.
FLAT - BED ROOM ( MY MESS )
"so, how do you like it", she asked, "soft, hard, extreme and positions?"
"do I really need to answer that?"
"well, yeah, so that we can end it fast", she smirked.
"the way you like it, I can adapt to changes, I try everything", I said.
"cool, will go with doggy, 69 and hard. Is that ok?"
"Exciting"
10 MINUTES LATER
"that was amazing", I spoke reflexively.
"it's time to go", she uttered. she stood up from the bed and started collecting her clothes.
" I guess I should vacant the room", I said.
"no need, you don't have to be so sophisticated."
I still left the room and came back after few minutes. meanwhile she was all dressed up and ready to go.
"here, have this", I said, lending her a chocolate.
"from where?"
"I already had it in the kitchen, I knew you meant this chocolate only".
"but, then?"
"since yesterday, after meeting you, not even a single second I had been able to spend a peaceful moment. my brain has been constantly running and coming up with a lot of theories."
"regarding what?", she said with a peace of chocolate.
"regarding you, miss", I took a pause with an expectation to get her name, but that didn't happen.
"but why?"
"because you are so off track. you are so casual and open minded that I had to know the reason that why are you like this?"
"see, you don't have to do this soft talks after sex, it's harmful, you might start feeling for me", she whispered.
"and you won't feel?"
"no, it's nothing new for me", I told you.
"are you a nymphomaniac?"
"ofcourse not."
"a whore?"
"not yet", she giggled.
"that's not funny", I said with a hard tone.
"listen, you are pissing me off. You don't have to do all this. After I leave this place, we become complete strangers."
"we still are."
"then why are you trying to turn a stranger into a known one? we are better like this, trust me."
"okay", I said.
"I must leave", she uttered. she finished the chocolate, left the wrapper there only and put her flip flops and moved towards the gate.
"no matter how hard you try, but you still remain a girl", I said as she reached the door. she stopped and turned back.
"what?"
"you may pretend you are different, but you are not."
"what are you talking about", she inquired.
"why did you ask for a chocolate", I asked her.
"because I love it, simple", she replied.
"not it's not simple, one way you have no problem in doing sex with a random guy, which is not a normal girl's nature and other side you love chocolates. pretty dichotomical.
"that's not even a word."
"I don't have to right all the time. the point here is why are you trying so hard to be like this?"
"because of this mind set that you have", she shouted.
"what do you mean?"
"everyone judges, all the time. this society has made everyone a fucking critic. the people themselves are not perfect yet point out the faults in others.
i just want to break all the preconceived notions of the society. from hairs to clothes, schools to jobs, friends to marriage, everything is pre defined. go to school, score marks, go to college, score even more marks, get a degree, get a job, marriage, kids and then deal with all the mellodrama that takes place within the so called 'FAMILY'.
"so, you are against the society?"
"no, we can't exist without a society. I'm against the way we spend our lives. running after money has become an ultimate desire for everyone."
"what you want to prove by this mindset of yours?"
"I don't want to prove anything. I just want to live my life on my own, in my way, with no one messing around me."
"not even family?"
"no, no one. all alone. I want to have freedom. I can't spend all the time in the cage where every action is judged."
"but people will judge you for this freedom stuff also, what will you do then?"
"i know the assholes will judge. that's their thing. Being a girl, the most precious thing according to a society is her 'IZZAT', that if she is involved in an intercourse, then she has no value.
and sex is over-rated. it's just a natural process. like to need water to survive, sex is just another thing. no issue should be created out of it.
and for me this is the first step towards my freedom, to have sex with any one i want. by this, in my own way, i'm setting up a revoloution against this evil community.
success is a myth, the real currency is freedom. every fucking individual craves for freedom, yet doesn't gets out of this cogwheel because of the attachment. attachemnt with money, attachment with things, attachment with pride, attachment with ego, attachment with people. every attachment is killing us. it's destroying our natural form of living."
"so, but this is.."
"I guess, now I have made myself clear and if not, then go and fuck yourself. till now, you too seemed nice, but asking about this, you no longer appear different from the assholes club"
"It wasn't your body that attracted me, neither it was your smile nor your funky T-shirt, but your deep eyes that caught my attention. If you wouldn't have approached me, I would have been walking towards you because your eyes had something different from others. And that is, they are pure.
I knew you would be somehow different from others. It was in your eyes and the people who can't take you, are the biggest losers.
And right now also, i can see the same purity and am glad I wasn't wrong. you asked me for sex with you, it did excite me but i was more excited to feel your deep eyes and no matter what others say, i totally agree with your fucking words because whether it's me, or it's you or it's any other person on this plante, we all are assholes, in our own way."