Keeping the Promises (11 page)

“It was a team effort. Dhruv and M came up with the idea.”

“Friends are friends,” mumbled Ansh.

“So, to whom were you getting desperate to introduce me?” She arched a brow at him, moving her eyes provocatively, which aroused Ansh in no time.

“Before that, I’m going to eat my cake. And by that I mean you,” Ansh said and ran his fingers into hers. Angie exhaled loudly in nervousness.

“Can I lift you Angie?” Ansh meekly asked.

“Can you?” Angie simpered. Within no time, she was in his arms. As a lean guy, he struggled at first, but – as he was charged with gallons of testosterone – managed at last.

“So this is my gift?”

“Hmm… Your pie is ready, have it.” She said with a wink and kissed his cheeks.

Then they hugged each other, tightly – as if they would never leave each other. They were feeling the abundance of love in each other’s arms. They didn’t require words to say ‘I love you’, and they didn’t require wings to fly. The moment itself was heavenly, but not after Ansh’s phone rang. It was Dhruv, Ansh showed it to Angie. “Put it on speaker,” she demanded.

“What?” Ansh snorted.

“Reached our bedroom?” He chuckled and the in-love couple looked at each other in disguise.

“How do you know?”

“Haha… Just guessing man, calculating time and guessing your actions. What do you suspect? A spy cam? By the way I have a gift for you. Open our wardrobe and check your drawer.”

Both went up to check his drawer and found a pack of condoms.

“What is this?” Ansh came up with the most stupid question.

“This is exactly what you need right now, and if you excuse me from your idiotic questions, I also have a date going on here,” Dhruv said and hung up the call.

Angie threw a shy smile at Ansh. No matter how much they were angry on Dhruv for spoiling the moment, they both knew that he had done them a favour.

“Shall we?” Ansh asked for her hand. He lifted her again and led her to bed. They started kissing when Angie’s phone rang. M!! She showed him and picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi madam.”

“Have you guys finished kissing?” M asked with a naughty smile.

“What’s all this M? Are you guys taking revenge?”

“Haha, sort of. By the way I’ve got a surprise for you too. Open your purse.”

Angie opened her purse, and pulled out everything one by one. The only thing she found new there was a silk scarf.

“What’s this?” Ansh asked.

“She knows exactly what it is, Ansh,” M said and hung up the phone.

“What is this for?” Ansh asked, being clueless.

“When we had a discussion about sex in the hostel, we discussed about it, and that bitch told me then she would gift me one.”

“What discussion?”

“When you are having sex for the first time, every girl is scared; in this condition a blindfold can be useful and well, it is more sensuous this way. It can lessen your pain, shyness and give you the chance to feel every touch of your partner.” She looked down as she finished.

“So you want us to try this?” This was tempting for Ansh.

“I don’t mind,” she shyly murmured.

Then he folded that scarf on her eyes and lifted her again. “I wish I don’t have to lift you again today, my arms are already hurting.”
He softly whispered, she laughed; knowing that Ansh was going to undress her soon. The very thought was shaking her body in shyness.

“Is this your first time?” Ansh quipped, expected a slap in return, but got a frowned face instead.

“I’m sorry about that Ansh!” She softly spoke, Ansh widened his eye. Completely shaken, not by the fact that she wasn’t a virgin, but it came in a situation like this.

“It’s okay Angie, tell me, who was he?” He was somehow able to hold myself.

“Not one, there were two.”

What????????

“Do you want to talk about it?” Whatever her past was, at the moment, comforting her was the first thing on Ansh’s mind.

“Are you going to leave me after that?” Angie asked.

“No Angie, no! Actually yes, I’m sad, but only because you didn’t tell me before. When I first saw you and fell in love with you, I desired only you, not the virgin you.” She embraced him in her arms as an affirmation to make love.

Now there was no secret left and they loved each other more than ever. Yes, she wasn’t a virgin and yes, it made their faith towards each other stronger.

“This is my first time, so you are going to teach me the best ways,” Ansh whispered in her ear. She then asked him to run his fingers on her back. Ansh – for the first time touching a female body – blessed his fingers by touching her bare-silken back and she followed the same. Then only she ascertained about the sensitivity of his back. Ansh felt an instant tickle as she touched his bare back. She too realised it and teased him by rolling her nails and fingers more, when he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop it Angie!”

“Tell me if you don’t like it Ansh, and I’ll stop.”

Did not like it? He loved each erogenous action!

“I love it, but I think you will get your whole life to do that.”

And they bumped their heads in laughter.

“Kiss me on my neck,” she demanded, and he followed, sensing certain tenderness in her movement.

“Kiss me on my head,” she demanded, and he followed.

“Kiss me on my cheeks.”

“Kiss me on my lips.”

After that everlasting kiss, she asked him to undress her. She was wearing a black top and blue jeans. Ansh was running his fingers slowly and precisely, so that she could feel every bit of his touch. He gently removed everything as she had asked and there she was, the woman he loved, naked – with only a silk scarf on her eyes. Then they made love. How could Ansh forget that his girlfriend was an amazing liar? Yes, she lied; she did bleed when he penetrated her. She cried in pain when Ansh went inside her for the first time and as Ansh – a man who did not believe in only seeking pleasure but also giving it – had done all the research about that G-spot and female orgasm so with his hand, tongue and with the hand of his research, Ansh made her reach her orgasm three times. She was completely exhausted and shaken in pleasure with that third orgasm.

They lay naked on the bed and were still determined not to leave each other.

“You bloody liar! Why did you lie?” Ansh asked after unfolding her scarf.

“Consider this a test in which you passed with flying colours.” She smiled and kissed him on his chest.

“What if I had failed?”

“Then I would have left you right here.” She didn’t smile this time.

“Really? I mean in between?” Ansh chuckled.

“Yes, you have any doubt?” No, he didn’t. Angie, a person with her views clear as crystal on everything, was the love of his life and he was proud to have a girl like her.

“But I passed, right?” Ansh simpered.

“Yup, with flying colours.” She giggled.

“So what do I get as a reward?”

“Is there anything more I can give you?”

“Yes, my angel-eyes.”

“They are all yours.” She winked, and they did it again. This time, more passionately with his angel-eyes.

Dhruv and M came back with Domino’s pizza and coke. Boys were setting up everything on the table and they could hear the girls giggling and laughing upstairs – obviously the gossip topic being their love-making.

“Was it that great?” Dhruv smirked.

“Don’t ask,” Ansh replied with a wink.

“Now you owe me a favour,” he blurted.

“What favour?” Ansh asked tersely.

“Don’t split a word about what I’m going to do next,” he admonished.

‘What for?’
Ansh could smell something really bad.

“What is in your mind Gajju?” Ansh was frightened with Dhruv’s devilish smile.

“Watch out,” he said – went inside and came up with a bottle of vanilla flavoured vodka.

“What the hell man, are you nuts?” Ansh snarled. Dhruv signalled him to remain calm. “Are you trying to intoxicate our girls?” He wasn’t calm at all. How could he be?

“Yes, that’s the only way for me to get laid. I want you to return me a favour, keep quiet, unless you want your best friend to graduate as a virgin,” he said. This was not right. Was it? He didn’t know. But
Ansh chose to support his friend. Dhruv then emptied about thirty percent of coke and replaced it by filling vodka inside. For a one-and-a-half litre coke bottle, this wasn’t just adequate, it was high… especially for the girls who had never tasted it.

The girls came down and got settled on their chairs. They didn’t realise that the taste was any different at first and Dhruv smartly cut down all the chances of them to notice by dropping ice cubes in their glasses. Ansh did his job, he kept quiet. They seemed to like it. Both the girls consumed three straight pegs and asked for more.

“Do you know something Angie?” tipsy M uttered.

“What M?”

“Our boyfriends got us sloshed.”

‘What? She knew? How?’
Ansh arched his eyes at Dhruv but he looked as ambivalent as Ansh was.

“And you know why Angie? Because he wants to fuck me! Right baby?” She glanced at Dhruv with anger. He looked down in shame. She slowly stood up and sat in Gajju’s lap and kissed him on his cheeks.

“If you wanted this so badly, why didn’t you just ask? Why did you do all this stuff?”

“Sorry M! My intentions were not to…” Gajju started giving his rational explanations, but with all their astonishment, Angie filled another glass.

“Whatever it is, I’m liking it,” she said and consumed it in seconds.

“Yes, I want another too,” M said and followed.

After emptying all of that vodka mixed coke, their eyes went groggy. The guys were just observing their moves. After all, they had seen drunken girls for the first time in their life.

“Hey M! Look at Ansh’s shirt. Cool no?” Angie uttered.

“Yes, why should boys have all the fun? We should wear that too. Dhruv! Tell us where your wardrobe is?” she demanded.

“M, come and sit down…”

“Your wardrobe, Dhruv!” She demanded, exceeding her aggression.

“Upstairs!” Dhruv answered in helplessness.

They both went upstairs. Ansh looked at Dhruv with impeccable amount of anger.

“Sorry bro!”

“Does it matter now?” He couldn’t even say, ‘I told you so!’ because he didn’t. They waited about five minutes and heard them stepping down.

Guys’ eyes widened like saucers after what they saw. They saw girls wearing their full sleeve shirts with folded sleeves and well, just shirts. Yes, everything below their six inches of thighs, which their shirts were covering, was visible. They were staggering while walking which were making their shiny white legs even more salient. This was fascinating. Ansh and Dhruv both were trying hard not to look at each other’s girls but some things are beyond human control and this was one of those.

Angie came over, sat on Ansh’s lap and whispered, “I love you Anshu!” She kissed him on his neck, which made him feel diffident, and he glanced at Dhruv. He was holding M in his arms. She was already asleep.

“Let’s do it again Anshu!” Angie whispered again and kissed his lips. Ansh too got carried away – forgetting about the presence of his best friend – and kissed her deeply. After they finished, Ansh looked up. Dhruv was standing there – waiting for him to finish.

“You go upstairs. I’m staying here.” He said and took M to the living room and gently placed her on the sofa.

Ansh tried to copy him and lifted Angie in his arms.

“Third time, thanks to you bastard!” He grinned. Dhruv smiled back and they went upstairs.

After a five-hour sleep, Ansh woke up. Angie was already awake, had already freshened up and changed her clothes. Hopefully, she well remembered what happened and she was not miffed at Ansh. He felt relieved. They stepped down and went to the living room and saw Dhruv sleeping there on the sofa with M in his arms.

“Aww, how romantic!” Angie mumbled with her cute voice.

“And erotic too!” Ansh winked referring to M’s revealing legs. Angie slapped him on his arm and held his hand.

Who would have thought that Ansh would be the one getting benefit from Dhruv’s plan instead of him?

‘Yeah! That’s what luck is all about,’
Ansh mumbled.

I looked up and saw M throwing her naughty smile at me.

“Ansh and Angie are going to kill you,” she guffawed.

“Don’t worry ma’am, I have their written consent,” I meekly answered.

“Mithu! I’ve penned some lyrics for you. Can you please cite them for me?”

“Of course ma’am,” I bowed my head in obedience and stood up.

“It’s in the drawer.” She pointed her finger at the wardrobe. I opened it, pulled the drawer out and took a paper from it. I smiled as I saw the lyrics. I stood beside her and started singing with the worst singing skills of mine.

If I ever leave this world alive
I’ll thank you for all the things you did in my life
If I ever leave this world alive
I’ll come back down and sit beside your
feet tonight
Wherever I am you’ll always be
More than just a memory
If I ever leave this world alive
If I ever leave this world alive
I’ll take on all the sadness
That I left behind
If I ever leave this world alive
The madness that you feel will soon subside
So in a word don’t shed a tear
I’ll be here when it all gets weird
If I ever leave this world alive
So when in doubt just call my name
Just before you go insane
If I ever leave this world
Hey I may never leave this world
But if I ever leave this world alive
He says I’m okay, I’m alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
He says I’m okay; I’m alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
Yeah should be all right
.

“You changed the lyrics M!”

“Just a couple of letters, Mithu! But so relevant to our situation, no?” She simpered.

I remained silent; in tears.

“Seems like I’ll have to put my cancer cells inside your tears, so they start hiding instead of shedding.” She smiled again and I missed a beat, again.