“You rascal monkey!” I murmured as he stood motionless with his hands spread wide.
My throat dried. My heart started pounding hard. I leaned forward and clutched onto his wide body. His giant arms wrapped around my waist. The rainy aroma tickled my sensations. He chuckled loudly. I could not control my excitement. The kick from the beer disappeared in a second.
“Hey hey, how is my Jess?” Ajmal’s strong but calm voice echoed in the bathroom.
“Where have you been?” I dug my head further deep into his upper chest.
Ajmal was at least a foot taller than me. He was a beast with tall composure and a huge wide body. Brown shady eyes, round face short hair and always dressed perfectly. Even today he looks like he is going for an interview. Just the blazer missing from him, perfectly tucked in a plain blue shirt clean-shaven face.
“Aren’t you happy seeing me? He said calmly.
“Happy? you idiot!” I shrieked.
“U vanished three years ago, remember?” I hugged him tighter.
“I know I know, I should have called you,” he sounded apologetic.
Ajmal’s long hands slowly tuck over my round buns. His fingers squeeze my bum hard. I twitched my hips and pulled my head back from him. My lower belly still squeezed onto his body.
“Oh, I missed them!” he squealed.
“Oh really?” I watched his face glittering with joy.
I lifted my head and locked my eyes right on his trembling brown lips. He bowed down and brought his mouth closer to mine. He took my lower lip between his hungry lips and gently smacked. His hot breath puffed on my face. The fingers gripping on my ass got tightened. I lifted myself putting my stance onto my toes.
“Oh dear, you had beer?” he pulled back his head swiftly.
“Ya, I did!” I giggled.
“You know I can’t,” he reminded me with a cheeky smile.
“That’s right! The pious one!” I chuckled, gently covering my mouth with my right hand.
“It’s still only for alcohol right?” I mocked him.
“Ya, who can say no to these tender red cherries,” He flicked my lower lip with his fingers.
Ajmal smiled softly. His fingers eased from my ass. I tried to hide my disappointment in the way he disappeared from my life. A huge void that took months to fill with the aid of many.
“Do you ever think of me? probably not right?” I chuckled.
“Why would you? Probably relishing your NRI life, undoubtedly in the middle of twigs with way better tits and buns.” I sounded contemptuous but sad at the same time.
“There is no replacement for you, you know that?” he mumbled and smiled.
“Really? How flattering!” I laughed sarcastically.
“Then why did you run away before savoring your desires?”
My hand slowly moved below Ajmal’s abdomen and gently nudged his forefront. Oh dear, the monster is waking. The monster, I never tamed.
“Haha, we both know why,” Ajmal paused.
“We tried and failed miserably, remember?” he reminded me of the good old merry-making days.
“You were planning to hospitalize me right?” I laughed rubbing my hand over his gently growing bulge.
“Please don’t remind me that day,” I chuckled.
“Your stick hardly fits mouth, and you were trying to stick it up in my ass!” I sniggered loudly.
Ajmal laughed along with me. That was a failed attempt at experience. What was I supposed to do? His cock was humongous and it was too much for my tender cheeks. Even with lots of cream and gel, it was stubborn and my ass began burning. I yelled and scolded him. A funny but painful event.
“Well it was long back, we can try it now! If you agree,” he tried to sound flirting but ended up funny.
“Now? Here?” I asked him immediately without any confusion.
“Yea!” He softened his voice after recognizing my sarcasm.
“You Rascal!” I hit him on his chest gently.
“I don’t want to end up in stitches, idiot!” I told him.
I looked at Ajmal and smiled curiously. We both sniggered. He hasn’t changed much. The same old Ajmal Baashir. I used to mock him, and I did the same. He was a senior at my college and our encounters usually happened outside the hostel and college walls.
“You look pale? Are you on drugs or something?” he asked me after a few seconds of silence.
“Idiot, I have been working my ass out in the gym to lose some weight,” Sharing my achievement with one more person didn’t falter its glory, I think.
“Why? you were not that bulky or anything,” he sounded genuine.
“That’s three years ago, by the time I graduated and waited for my placement, I gained a lot of mass,” I told him calmly.
“Oh, good, good,” he murmured.
“Too much?” I asked for another genuine review.
“Ya, I mean, long hair suits you,” he commented.
“Yeah, it’s been four months!” I replied.
“Looks in shape!” he added.
“Shape? Is that why your hands groping my ass?” I chuckled.
Ajmal wrapped his hands beneath my butt and lifted me closer to his waist. I was raised in the air. I clutched my legs around his waist and hugged tight on to him. Holding by my ass, he took me outside the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Raskal!” I hit him on his hands and slid down from his lap.
“Don’t go, let me see all the changes,” he toiled with me.
“Stop it, idiot! This is not a private room, anybody can come in,” I adjust my clothes in place.
“Haha!” he laughed loudly as he folded his legs on the bed and placed his hand on the head. He rested there like a mountain.
I lifted my shirt. I was looking at him, right in his gawking eyes. Putting my fingers through the ridge of my pants I pulled the body chain up. It was struggling for its place beneath the pant’s elastic band. I rolled it up above my belly button and pulled hooks up front for me to see. I release its latching hook from the first hole and fixed to the second. Maybe it’s too early to latch it to the first hole. Ajmal just kept staring and smiling. I rolled my shirt down in place.
“Oh, the belly wand is back!” he chuckled.
“Yes, It’s back!” I replied laughing.
I slowly walked closer to him and sat on the couch placed near the bedside.
“So, Dubai!” I inquired.
“It’s Abu Dhabi!” he replied swiftly.
“Following your abbu’s business trails, I guess,” I was relaxed, just a bit dehydrated by the beer that I drank.
“Right!” he replied.
‘So, how did you get here, I mean how did you find me? When did you come?” I had a lot of questions in my mind.
“I landed two days back Jessy. My cousin Naveed’s wedding is on coming Saturday. It’s a short stay. I will return next Monday itself.” He paused.
“you remember Naveed, right? He checked.
“The crack one right? absolutely!” I replied polishing my memories.
“Right! The crack,” he mumbled.”
A wacky smile bloomed onto my face. Amal has a lot of cousins and he is part of a large wealthy family. His family runs a hotel business mainly in the Middle East.
“I was not planning to come here. But then the reunion day changed and I ended up here.” H stopped.
“No no, I mean how did you find me?’
“Oh, that. I was there at college this afternoon. Someone told me that you were there,” he stopped again.
“Mithun?” I met him near the meeting hall.
I remember telling Mithun about the evening program. He said he will be here. But he never mentioned about Ajmal.
“Yeah,” Ajmal replied.