Part 4

I looked at her, in a little stare am afraid. She looked delightful. I got a little closer and kissed her gently on the cheek. As I removed myself from her face she seemed startled and laughed. Seeing my expression, she said a good night kiss doesn’t necessarily have to be on the cheek. This was my hint and creeping closer to her again I kept my hand on the back of her head and brought her up to my face. We connected and I could sense her soft lips brushing against mine and it felt wet and exhilarating at the same time.
To describe a kiss must be the most difficult thing in the world. I am not too good at it, I guess. But it felt amazing. Most of you who have kissed will understand my saying so, it’s really complex to explain.
While I kissed her I could feel her massaging my tongue. It’s the classical form of kissing, French-style. I felt so warm, I could have continued for the rest of the night. Her eyes were closed; I opened mine, time and again. My hands were feeling her hair and while doing so my other hand was feeling her neck. Her skin was burning with the sweet stimulation of our romantic moment.
Her hands were feeling my chest. As she continued the kiss, I could feel one of her hands go to the back and feel my spine. Her other hand was now touching my shoulder. I continued feeling her lips, and all of a sudden without any intimation, her hand came to a rest to the front of my jeans.
To say I was in heat would be an understatement. I was already excited by the prospect of going out with so hot a woman and then to actually kiss her luscious red lips, was like a trip to heaven. She felt me, knowing I was turned on and I could tell the same for her. My hands by now were feeling her shoulders and I slowly let slide, the right strap of her spaghetti top. Her examination of my jeans was getting intense by the minute and as I held her a little closer to feel her more, her cell-phone rang.
It was late, well past midnight and I knew the hopelessness of the situation. She looked at me without picking up her phone, with a sad apology in her eyes and I used a supreme effort from within and controlled all my emotions, to say it was alright.
She kissed me one last time, deep and affective. Then she whispered slowly that she will call me, a little later in the night. Before leaving she again purred ever so softly in my ear, “you can have me anytime you want, darling!” and left.

Part 3

We left the pub and headed straight for her place. I was feeling a little tipsy, but my thoughts were still collected. The evening had been wonderful so far and I was not going to jeopardize it by saying something stupid. I had often watched English movies, were the guy normally asks the girl, if she wanted a nightcap or some such sort of thing. But I was almost sure it wasn’t going to work.
We drove listening to good old rock songs and still she was talking about the day she had decided to come to India. She liked it apparently and was telling things, which took me some time to appreciate.
As we approached her place, which was just around a dark street, she asked if we could talk for a while before she left. Well, I was hoping something along this line will come up and was almost prepared for it. The words came out of my mouth before I realized it then, that I will just park opposite to her place, which was an apartment complex, and stay put. The darkness will adsorb us and since the car was black with black tinted windows, no one will be the wiser. Also the night police patrols don’t normally go around looking inside dark cars parked in front of buildings, they would imagine it belongs there.
I did as I explained and we sat next to each other, listening to the stereo in a much lower tone. She was looking at her building and talking about the good evening she had so far. I was listening to her and observing her. She looked absolutely delightful in that dark car, with almost closed windows. There was just enough light from the front gate of the building to illuminate her face and as I watched, my eyes rested on her moving lips. She was wearing lipstick I could tell, but just enough to highlight their softness.
I gazed a little lower and her skirt had risen upwards, but just a little. I could see her beautiful legs now and her hands were flying all around, while she continued talking. Still her eyes remained fixed on the doorway. I now turned my gaze further up and could make out the soft cloth of her top touching her skin. The little rivers of perspiration had started to flow from her neck and were sticking the material ever so closer. Her chest was heaving with an almost musical rhythm.
She looked at me suddenly and I was on high alert. I looked into her eyes a bit too long and she must have thought I was reading them. She said she had a wonderful time and was thinking I am not bad at all. I laughed at her little sarcasm and then she kept one hand on my leg. To say a shiver ran down my spine will be an exaggeration. My entire body went limp and it felt as though the weight of some burden had lifted, maybe this is what is called happiness. I turned to face her and she asked me in a very polite way if she could kiss me good night.

Part 2

Janet kept looking towards me while talking and it became difficult to focus on the road. But I managed to get us alive to the beachside restaurant. I made sure I sat across from her, as it signals the way of a gentleman. Or so I thought. She smiled at me, and it made me realize, I might have tried sitting next to her.
The order for drinks was a formality as being a true European; she had more experience than me. I was still thinking in which direction to strike a decent conversation in when her first remark took me by surprise. She asked me in the simplest and offhand way only White people can do, about my sexual preferences. To say I was ecstatic with joy will be an understatement. I had been dreaming about this conversation the previous night, but now when I was faced with it I felt reluctant to reply. Of course straight I said, and then it struck me, was she a Lesbian?
She again giggled like a high school girl and said she was Bi-Sexual. I was relieved to hear that, and my friends let me tell you, meeting a girl who is Bi is the best thing that can happen. All my carnal feelings were erupting simultaneously. I think at that time I felt I should lower my excitement and act cool and collected.
She had the habit of drinking in a short but brisk fashion, which kept me thinking if there was any chance of her getting a little high soon. Let me tell you, my intention at that time seemed absolutely salacious to me, but I can’t be sure. I knew I was a good guy.
All of a sudden my hand struck the napkin at my side and it parachuted down to the floor. It was over two years ago and the action is still etched in my memory. I don’t recall if it was intentional or not, but I bent down to pick it up and managed to steal a quick glance at the opposite end. Under the table, in that dark and desolate corner of the entire establishment, I might have actually spent a day, but of course it was under a moment. Her stilettos were bright red in color and almost matched her skin. Her legs looked tanned and well shaped and the skirt was lying at peace above her knees. A red skirt with red high heeled stilettos to match is a turn on for more guys, I was no exception.
I regained my composure quickly and apologized for my stupidity. She smiled and looked deep into my eyes, sending small ripples of shiver through my skin. We were still talking and drinking at the same time, but I noticed she didn’t blink too much while looking directly at me. I tried to seem comfortable and kept stealing glances across the place.
There were a set of three people sitting behind her and one of them being the fairer sex was quick to draw my attention as usual. She was facing me and momentarily our eyes connected. It was maybe just a second, but I thought I read a desire in those eyes, to get out of that place. She was maybe bored with her friends, but that story ended there.
Janet had now turned sideways and was sitting a little broadside-on to me. She was also following my gaze and looked around the restaurant. For her it was all new, the culture, the people, the sight and smells of a foreign land. At that point I started talking about my people and I believe I would have gone on non-stop about our country, had it not been for her, signaling she was ready to eat. I will not elaborate the entire process of ordering and devouring the food, but it was good, and the company delightful. She insisted on footing the check and I brushed her aside with the air of man about town and paid our bill.
When I opened the passenger door to her, she actually thought it was, a little too much. This time I smiled and said this was something natural to me, to treat a woman as a lady. It sounds a little exaggerated I know. She slid comfortably into her seat and I rushed around to start and drive off. The fact that her place was about 15 minutes away did not drain my thought that I should drive around a little bit. I asked her as much. She said that she had to get back soon, as it was already late. I asked her if she would like to have a final drink at a pub on the way, which she agreed to, one for the road.
The pub happened to be the one I was regular to, the guys were always the same and the women kept getting younger with each passing week. The guys, who worked there, knew me and we discussed almost everything under the sun. I was feeling a bit high spirited as it was not everyday a guy walked in with a hot white chick on his sleeve. My head was a little bloated at this prospect and I might have seemed gloating about the fact.
The manager walked up when I had placed our order and greeted me in the friendliest manner I had seen him in, for a very long time. He lingered around, waiting to be introduced to Janet, and I think I gave him the cold shoulder, as I wanted to be ahead in the competition. With respect to women I had always learnt to be a little selfish, or there were other people with better looks, wallets and attitude to whisk them away. I was proud at that time, having landed a white girl in India and was taking full advantage of it.
While sipping our drinks she was standing close to me at the high pub table next to the dance floor, and I could make out she was enjoying the music. Her entire frame reflected a rhythm which I didn’t notice during dinner, and it seemed to sway with the beats. She was letting her hair down a bit and asking me to dance. Now that's were I had to surrender unconditionally, as I had no idea what it entailed. Dance and I didn’t go together. I had never been on a dance floor and the thought of me and her dancing with 200 pairs of eyes looking, was installing fear in me. It was obvious everyone had better things to do, but it didn’t give me a comfortable thought.
She was a little offended when I refused, but calmed down with the mix of booze and my soothing explanation of why she wasn't eligible to dance. We had another round of cocktails and I happen to give her a more thorough examination in the enveloping darkness of the club. She was attractive. Her red hair fell softly on her spaghetti lined shoulders. The top’s pink color was blending with that of her skin and she had the feel of a women, her feminine nature was obvious and engulfing. As she looked the other way, I happened to glance at her exposed neck. To say I could make out the darker color running through her veins across the skin, will only state what I thought was an excellent complexion. She turned abruptly and caught me staring at her neck. I thought I detected a smirk, but it blossomed into a smile.

Part 1: And so i begin...

Hello my friend...
Why are you here?
Looking for a good story to pass the time, or is it curiosity? Then you must be like me... I think curiosity is the most natural trait of a human being.
I am sorry, but I didn't mean to offend you. I might be surprising at times and I am sure a little weird, but I assure you, I am not insane.
So shall we begin at the beginning?
I was sitting with a friend of mine the other day, talking about nothing in particular when all of a sudden he asked me as to what I wanted to do with my life. I know it hurts sometimes, when people ask that question. But I will speak truthfully to you, my virtual friend, that I wasn't surprised, as he has known me for the last couple of years and is allowed to take a few liberties... and it’s not his fault...
I am 29 and half years old, as on date, and virtually useless. Please, don’t think I am trying to gain any sympathy or bore you with my so-called history of useless attempts at making something worthwhile out of my 'career'. I am just saying this so you know, because believe it or not, people do like to imagine the perpetrator of one who, 'writes down'.
I told him I wanted to make money (of course!) and do something that will please my intellect. I assume he thought I was funny because the next instant he was laughing away to glory. It took me some cajoling to find out what the jest was and regretted the second I asked him; he never knew I 'had intellect'. Try blogging he said... and here is my first try at it.
I had never known about blogging, until a few months ago. I know you must think I am from some different planet, well, not too far from it either to be honest. I think its called 'naivety'. Honest!
This happened a few months back. Okay, it happened 2 years ago to be precise...
I had just gotten home and was changing into my tracks to turn in for a night of movies, when a friend called me to come out. He was waiting. Off I went and imagine my surprise when (according to me) the useless guy actually introduces me to a red haired girl sitting next to him. My mind was working overtime, call it hormones or my pumping adrenaline, but I had always believed I couldn't expect any introductions from him, to the fairer sex.
She was a French born Swiss girl with fiery red hair lying open and easily over her shoulders. Her name was Janet. She was easy to talk to and was a little surprised at how fast and flirty my whole Indian mentality was.
The next evening I took her out for our first date. I had tried everything humanely possible to accumulate enough cash for the evening. I wanted to please her in any which way possible, as I was not only attracted to her intellectual beauty, but also to her easy-going nature which to my mind divulged opportunities. I again assure you, I am not a pervert. But I had at that time been without a girlfriend for about six months and trust me, (or any alpha male) it was a big deal.
The ride to her place for the pick up was like the highway of imagination, as I was both excited and nervous at the same time. God Man! I have been with women before, why now? I have no idea, but it still excites me. Must be the hormones my friend? She looked gorgeous in that light pink top of hers, with a fiery red skirt that set about flying just above her knees and every now and then hinting, at their likeness to her hair. I was trying very hard not to look at her legs and kept smiling as she sat down next to me in the car.