‘Of course not.’
‘There you are, jealous girl.’
‘It is not jealousy, he performs on his violin tonight at the town hall, I am going with him.’
“That is wonderful. I am also coming for the event. You know what, every woman is a violin in his hands.’
Three of us went together to the town hall, he was seated in the middle in the taxi. Both of us women were feeling him and adjusting his bow tie and shirt. He was sandwiched between our thighs. There were many more maiden performers. His turn came after five or six performers.
It was a sight, he was beaming in the lime light. His impressive height and his immaculate dress crowned by his youthful and pleasant face had a deep impact on the audience. He played a slightly melancholy strain on the string, His nimble and confident fingers flitting on the right strings.
‘Look at him, oh look at him,’ Mary whispered, ‘no woman can resist him.’
I nodded in assent.
‘But you look at his crotch, can you make out the outline of his manhood? You can, imagine what he is hiding inside.’
I had never ever checked him out. I was too afraid to do that. Under her pressure I cast my glance at the relevant part of his body. I could not discern the actual shape of his organ, but the prominent bulge had the juicy promise of what was inside.
On the way back home both of us took turns to congratulate him and to smother him with our nearly amorous attentions.
That night I had a presentiment that Mary would steal her way to his room. When night was deep and everything was silent, I softly waded my way to the window of his room. I was not disappointed, she was in the room.
‘Come-on darling, help me out of these,’ she cooed.
Most willingly he approached her and fumbled with the buttons of her shirt.
‘Whenever I touch the bust of my divine mother I shake with awe and adoration, but your shirt I can open with much more confidence,’ he observed.
‘Have you really seen her breasts exposed?’
‘Not exactly. I have seen them encased in beautiful bras. I had ejaculated just touching the flap of her gown.’
He peeled off her white shirt and sniffed its armpit.
‘You have the same aroma as that of my goddess.’
‘We both are from the same mould.’
With extreme care and devotion he opened her bras and kissed the inside of each cup.
‘My breasts are also full and luscious.’
‘Yes auntie, they are beautiful and delicious. But somehow I feel that my goddess has a richer pair which are more divine.’
He began to fondle and make love to her breasts. He was licking her bust from right armpit to the left. At the same time his deft fingers were making magical movements on the crowned globes like a maestro. She was sighing and gasping in sheer pleasure.
‘Do you know darling, one day you are going to have your goddess herself?’
‘How do you know, when?’
‘Just wait and see, one day you will be slurping her heavenly nectar directly from the petals. But then you should not show me the door.’
‘If it ever happens it will be the day of my nirvana, fulfillment.’
She feverishly pushed his lips to one of her nipples and suggested, ‘no talking please.’