Priya was older than me, married, no kids so I steered our conversation to something else when it tended to touch awkward topics. We talked about work and things happening in the cab as well, and I didn’t mind that she didn’t share anything personal. I was enjoying trading funny little insults immensely and she absolutely enjoyed it. She made fun of my intelligence, I made fun of her height, etc.
A few months later, one evening with our back-and-forth texting banter, she sent me a sarcastic meme making fun of me, I sent “Fuck you” to which she immediately replied – “Maybe you should!”.
Me: “What!? Lol. Shut up.”
Priya: “You should fuck me!”
I had heard her say the word fuck a million times but when she said the word fuck in this context – I was dumbfounded. Is she toying with me or does she mean it? My brain was doing those mental gymnastics on what to reply and my cock had dibs on the blood supply on a minuscule chance of getting laid.
You must be wondering how Priya looks. She was probably in her late ’20s (I was completely off base with her age, she was much older. She just looked young), 5’1″ petite, with light brown complexion, shoulder-length dark hair, a round face, big eyes, thin lips, and a huge bosom, maybe a C cup. With her amazing petite figure matched with her dark sense of humor, she was a bomb!
Wait! Wait! All of this was irrelevant. She had a husband. I had no business interfering in other people’s personal affairs.
I replied: “Yeah okay. Stop it. It’s not funny anymore.”
Priya: “I’m serious, you should!”
Me: “You do know that I am single but you are marri….”
Priya quickly cut me off and said “Let’s not go there. So what if I am married?”
Me: “No, I meant….”
Priya: “I’m horny, seems like you are too, we should fuck!”
All ethical and moral concerns are likely to be ignored when the blood is around the groin area. I didn’t want to disagree with her or point out that what she was doing was immoral. I justified her and my behavior by saying that I recognized what she wanted and ignored everything else.
The girl I had regarded as one of my close friends for the last few months wanted to modify the status quo. And I sure as hell was not going to stop it from happening! I have checked her out quite a few times; I’m not a saint. Naturally, nobody takes action on it! Who can ignore her massive boobs? Heck! She must have caught me occasionally peeping at her cleavage.
No matter how subtly you do it, women do notice when someone looks at their bosom. And yes! Priya later confessed to me that she caught me enjoying her curves basically every day.
This woman was not joking, I felt. Or was she playing a weird game of chicken that I don’t know of? I was not amused. She was toying with me. I don’t know why I did this, I just decided to call her, each ringing tone felt like an hour, and my hand was trembling, barely holding my phone to my ear.
She answered, and I nervously said –
“Hello! Hi! It’s not funny anymore okay? So stop it”.
I could hear her chuckle at hearing my shaky voice.