A Couple of Hot Summer Nights

This is my entry for The 2021 Literotica Summer Lovin’ Contest.

Disclaimer: All the characters in the story are above the age of 18.

* * * * *

Sanjay rang the doorbell, waiting outside with a laptop bag on his back and a trolley bag beside him. It was around 8 in the Saturday morning, and he was already drenched in sweat.

“Coming!” came the voice a girl.

The door opened and there stood Pushpa in a very long and modest nightie.

“Hi,” said Sanjay, delighted and slightly nervous after seeing Pushpa.

The last time they saw each other was during the college graduation ceremony two years ago.

“Hi Sanjay! Get inside,” said Pushpa excitedly ushering him inside her rented flat.

Sanjay wondered if he should hug Pushpa. But he realised that they had never really hugged each other during their college days.

He stepped inside the living room and removed his slippers near the door. The room was small and compact. There was a bed against a wall at the opposite side from the entrance of the flat, and an old TV set just next to the entrance. There was a table and two plastic chairs in the living room. Another door on the right from the entrance opened to Pushpa’s bedroom.

Sanjay sat in a chair and Pushpa switched on the ceiling fan, before she brought a glass of cold lemonade from the kitchen.

“Aah!” said Sanjay, sipping the lemonade first and then gulping down the glass empty, “Quite refreshing.”

“How was the journey?” asked Pushpa, occupying the other chair.

“The bus journey was okay. I got a window seat, you know, my favourite seat. But the rickshaw ride was way too uncomfortable,” said Sanjay, wiping off the sweat from his forehead with his handkerchief, “All my energy was spent on trying not to fall out of the moving rickshaw.”

The auto-rickshaw (a three-wheeler vehicle used primarily as a cab in India, also called tuk-tuk in some countries ) ride from the bus stand to the housing society was exhausting for Sanjay. He shared the ride with three more passengers, all of them big older ladies. He was forced to sit at the edge of the backseat to maintain a small respectful no-touching gap from them, with the left half of his body hanging out of the vehicle, and the strong morning sunlight hitting his face.

“You look so tired. Take some rest and take a shower,” said Pushpa.

She went inside her room and shut the door. Sanjay got a look around the flat. The hallway past the living room led to the kitchen and a door on the left in the middle of the hallway opened to the bathroom.

Pushpa came out of her room wearing a white cotton shirt, and a red ankle length skirt. She looked prettier in them.

“So your previous flatmate used to live in this living room?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s a small flat, but the rent is too high. I need to share it with someone to save some money.”

“It’s small, but not too bad.”

“I’m going out to buy some bread and eggs for breakfast,” said Pushpa as she looked at herself in the small mirror hanging on the wall.

Sanjay had his eyes on her back, and then down at her skirt, which was tight around her butt, but quite free and loose around the legs.

Back in college, Sanjay used to spend most of his time with Pushpa and had a big crush on her. Pushpa wasn’t conventionally good-looking with a dusky complexion. She always used to wear conservatively, and never showed much skin or tried to look sexy.

It didn’t matter to Sanjay what others thought about Pushpa, for he knew that she was a great girl to hang out with and he always felt bored and unhappy without her. But he never told her that he liked her, fearing that it could affect their friendship. Neither of them flirted with each other, even when they wandered alone together in the college campus. Sanjay’s friends knew about his crush on Pushpa and encouraged him to confess to her on graduation day. But he never got to telling her about it. They got jobs at different cities and Sanjay didn’t wanna bid farewell to his best friend with a confession that could potentially break their friendship and cut off any form of communication between them. They stayed in touch with each other after college.

Pushpa’s previous flatmate had recently left and it was two more weeks before the new one was supposed to shift in. When Sanjay came to know that she was going to be alone for some time in the flat, he suggested that he spend some time with her for few days, taking off a Monday and Tuesday from office. Pushpa too wanted to meet Sanjay after a long time.

“Would you come along with me?” she asked, turning her face around.

Sanjay looked away from her butt. He was really tired, but he was eager to talk with her.

“Maybe I can walk a few distance,” said Sanjay getting up from his chair lazily.

* * * * *

As they walked out of the housing society, they crossed a small street and then walked into a large and wide park.

“This is quite a place,” remarked Sanjay as he looked around the park.

There were people young and old jogging along the various trails in the park. Some were doing yoga on their mats and some were doing stretching exercises under the shades of large trees. There was a fountain in the middle of the park, in an open and clear area, away from the trees. The concrete trail forked and formed a circle around the fountain. There wasn’t any water flowing from it.

“How do people work out in such a hot morning?” commented Sanjay.

“Not everyone is lazy like you. But I don’t understand why you never grow a paunch with all your laziness,” she said looking at his stomach.

Sanjay liked the way Pushpa lowered her head and tilted it sideways, trying to spot his paunch. He wasn’t fat, but he wasn’t so slim too. The loose T-shirt made him look skinnier than he was.

Under the bright morning sunlight, Sanjay noticed that Pushpa’s white shirt couldn’t hide her bare brown skin. She was carrying a long purse and it swung near her hips. Sanjay looked sideways at her purse and then her butt. He then looked away, cursing himself for having lustful thoughts for the past few minutes..

They reached the end of the park and crossed the road to a small grocery store. Pushpa picked the bread, eggs and milk and Sanjay offered to pay for it.

“You’re my guest, you shouldn’t pay,” said Pushpa stopping him.

On their way back when they reached the fountain in the park, it started flowing out water.

“It’s suddenly hot today,” said Pushpa touching her sweaty neck.

“It’s summer,” commented Sanjay, shrugging his shoulders.

“Let me splash some water on my face. I hate being sweaty,” said Pushpa as she handed him her purse and the plastic bag containing the groceries.

Pushpa stood against the circular concrete base of the fountain and leaned forward to reach the slow flowing water. She sprinkled some water against her face.

Sanjay took a good look at Pushpa’s butt, which protruded back to show clearer curves. Her white shirt lifted up a bit to show some skin of her lower back.

Sanjay’s mischievous side kicked in and he gave a slight push on her back as she was about straighten up. She lost her balance and after swinging and rotating her arms like a bird to regain her balance, she fell face down inside the base of the fountain.

“Sanjay!!!” screamed Pushpa as she fell down.

She turned around, sitting in the base with water directly falling on her head.

Sanjay started laughing uncontrollably. Then he got conscious of his behaviour and looked around. People were far away from the fountain, mostly near the shades of the trees, but they did look at the duo near the fountain for a few moments.

Sanjay extended his arm to help her get out of the base.

“I swear if you weren’t holding those groceries, I’d have pulled you in with me,” said Pushpa as she grabbed his arm.

Pushpa stepped out of the fountain base and Sanjay’s eyes went directly at her boobs. The white shirt proved to be more than translucent. Pushpa’s black nipples and brown breasts was clearly visible through the wet white cotton fabric. She wasn’t wearing any bra!

She pulled her shirt away from her body, to keep it from sticking to her boobs. She seemed to have noticed that her boobs and nipples were almost exposed in the wet shirt, as she crossed her arms to hide them. She walked ahead and Sanjay noticed that her skirt had went inside her asscrack. Her ass was now perfectly outlined against the wet red material. After a few strides, the skirt adjusted itself out of the crevice between the asscheeks.

She stopped and turned around at Sanjay.

“I’m gonna get even with you soon,” she said with a smirk.

Sanjay was confused by her expression.

A few people stared at Pushpa on the way back to the flat as she kept hugging herself tighter, fidgeting her arms with each stare.

* * * * *

“I’ll make a nice bread omelette for breakfast,” he said as soon as they entered the flat, “Please don’t think of taking any sort of revenge.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Pushpa as she came out of her room with a towel.

“If I’m not wrong Pushpa, you weren’t…sorry you aren’t wearing anything under the shirt!”

“So?” said Pushpa with a frown, “Don’t you see it’s so hot. Should I pull down your pants and see if you’re wearing anything inside?”

“Woah, okay, I was just asking,” said Sanjay with a nervous smile, even though it was not easy to pull down his tight jeans.

They had never talked such intimate things about each other before and they both felt awkward. Pushpa rushed to the bathroom.

Sanjay started making breakfast in the kitchen, feeling slightly excited and mostly guilty about the incident in the park. Pushpa came out of the bathroom wearing just her towel. Sanjay didn’t have much chance to look at her, as three long quick strides were enough for her to get back to her bedroom.

Afterwards, Sanjay went inside the bathroom to take a shower. As he lathered his crotch with soap, the image of Pushpa’s exposed boobs and nipples through her wet shirt and her crumpled skirt over her perfect round asscheeks came to his mind. He kept thinking about it for a quick masturbation.

* * * * *

Oddly enough, they didn’t talk much during breakfast. Sanjay kept wondering if Pushpa was mad at him. After the breakfast, Pushpa mostly stayed inside her room and Sanjay occupied the bed in the living room. He quickly dozed off after an exhausting morning.

“Sanjay,” came Pushpa’s voice.

Sanjay woke up and he was drenched in sweat again. He realised the fan wasn’t on.

“Why did you switch off the fan?” he asked getting up.

“It’s power shutdown,” said Pushpa, “They do it randomly. There’s no fixed schedule for it.”

Sanjay looked at Pushpa. She was in a formal attire, with a white shirt similar to the one she was wearing in the morning. Though this one wasn’t as translucent, it was way tighter and it prominently showed the curves of her boobs. She was wearing a grey tight pencil skirt, which reached just below her knees.

“Where are you going?”

“I got a call from office. I need to go.”

“What? But it’s Saturday!” said Sanjay.

“I know, but we were informed earlier that we could be called during the weekend. I have prepared the lunch and you can have some when you’re hungry. I’ll be back by evening.”

Sanjay was slightly disappointed. He wanted to spend more time with her and he felt like his stupid prank in the morning and his remark about her being braless had led to the odd silence between them during breakfast.

After she left, he had his lunch and he wasted some time on his phone. When the power came back, he browsed the TV channels and felt drowsy again. He was feeling sweaty even when the ceiling fan was on. He took off his T-shirt and shorts and felt much better.

“I’d be awake before she comes back,” thought Sanjay as he lay just in his underwear, spread-eagle.

* * * * *

Sanjay was still asleep when he the doorbell rang. He opened his eyes and the room was dark. There was some illumination in the room from the lights outside, coming through the window. He got up and opened the door and it was Pushpa.

Pushpa suddenly pulled him out of the flat in the hallway. She rushed inside the flat and closed the door. Sanjay was half asleep, but the sudden pull made his eyes wide open. He realised that he was just in his underwear outside the flat!

He looked left and right, but the hallway was deserted. He was mortified by his sudden exposure. He covered his crotch with one hand and rang the doorbell.

“Pushpa, let me in!” he shouted and banged the door.

The door was certainly latched.

“Let one minute pass by and I’ll let you in,” said Pushpa, “It’s for pushing me in the fountain this morning by the way.”

“Pushpa, don’t be crazy, let me in!” shouted Sanjay still banging the door.

“Don’t shout or I’ll not let you in for two more minutes,” came a faint voice of Pushpa. It seemed like she had entered her room.

Sanjay covered his crotch with both his palms and looked around. Even though he still had his underwear on, it was as good as being totally naked in public. He kept looking at the adjacent flat doors and prayed that no one step out of their house. He also looked at the direction of the lift. Fortunately no one showed up.

A minute felt more like ten minutes for him and he heard a neighbouring flat door unlatch from inside.

“Pushpa, open the door, someone is coming!” whispered Sanjay, banging the door.

Pushpa opened the door and he rushed inside towards the bed. The living room light was on but he couldn’t find his T-shirt and shorts.

“It’s here,” said Pushpa standing at her room door as she threw his clothes at him, “I only let you in because one minute was up. You do know that people saw me with my wet clothes sticking my body right? And I wasn’t wearing any underwear!”

“Oh right. That’s why I couldn’t see any panty line through the wet skirt,” said Sanjay with a grin.

Pushpa blushed a little.

“It’s just that it’s too hot nowadays and it’s harmless to be free under your clothes.”

Sanjay hastily put on his clothes. He then looked at Pushpa. She was wearing the same conservative nightie that she was wearing in the morning.

“How did you know I was sleeping in my underwear?”

“I came in and switched on the light and saw you sleeping practically naked. I decided to take revenge for what you did to me in the morning. So I picked up your clothes and kept them in my room, switched off the light and fan and went out of the flat again to ring the doorbell. My prank could’ve failed if you had noticed that you weren’t fully clothed. But I’m glad my prank worked.”

“Well, sorry for pushing you in the fountain,” said Sanjay scratching the back of his head, “And sorry for sleeping naked too. It was just too hot in the afternoon and I couldn’t sleep. It’s not usually how I sleep. I’m used to an AC back in my own flat”

“Hey, it’s nothing. I don’t mind if you sleep like that while you stay here,” said Pushpa, “After all, it’s summer.”

Sanjay couldn’t figure out if she was serious or just kidding.

“So, Sanjay, you never had crush on any girl in college?” asked Pushpa walking towards the kitchen.

“Nope, never,” lied Sanjay.

“I think you’re lying,” said Pushpa.

“What about you?”

“Nope.”

Sanjay was a bit disappointed.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend yet?” she asked

“No one Pushpa. No one.”

“Won’t you ask me if I have a boyfriend?”

“So, do you have one?” he asked walking towards the kitchen.

“Not really,” she said as she was about to prepare the dough for roti, “Or else I’d have told you already.”

“Yeah. That’s true,” he said.

Pushpa prepared roti and a vegetable dish for dinner. Sanjay offered to help her. But she insisted on making the dinner alone.

The dinner was good and Sanjay complimented Pushpa, which she received with a blushing smile. But it was also hot and it seemed to induce more sweat out of Sanjay. The irritating sweat sticking his T-shirt against his body made him wanna strip off his shirt sooner. Pushpa didn’t seem to be sweating much.

He went to the kitchen and washed his dishes and it made him sweat even more.

“You don’t mind if I put on a vest,” said Sanjay stepping in the living room, as he kept pulling his shirt away from his sweaty chest.

“Like I said, you can be practically naked here. It’s too hot here anyway,” said Pushpa.

Sanjay didn’t mind taking off his shirt and putting on a vest in front of Pushpa. He caught her watching him secretly from the corner of her eyes, pretending to watch the TV, as he was bare chested for a few moments.

They spent the next hour or so talking generic things about their work life and college friends.

“I’m going to sleep now. Sweet dreams,” said Pushpa, getting up and going to her room.

“More like sweat dreams,” said Sanjay looking up at the weak ceiling fan.

Pushpa giggled a bit at his lame joke and shut her room door. Sanjay stripped off his vest after some time and opened the windows. He switched off the main light and turned on the dim red night bulb.

He couldn’t really fall asleep, as he had already completed his daily sleep quota in the morning and afternoon. He kept thinking how Pushpa confessed to him that she wasn’t wearing any bra and panties under her clothes in the morning. He wondered if she did the same in the afternoon when she went to her office or if she slept naked inside her room. He began to make some uneasy assumptions that her male coworkers stared at her curvaceous figure all the time, especially the way she seemed to dress for office.

After a few minutes, he realised the room was pitch-black dark. The ceiling fan seemed to have stopped. He reached his phone on the table to check the time. It was around midnight. He switched on the phone torch.

“They cut off the power at night. Bastards!” murmured Sanjay.

Without the fan, he began to sweat a little again. Even though the window was open, there wasn’t enough wind coming in.

“What if I strip off my shorts too?” he thought.

He got up and with the mobile torch, he searched for a bedsheet in his trolley bag. He lay on the bed and spread the thin bedsheet over him and pushed his shorts down his legs. He was just in an underwear again, under the bedsheet.

“Even if Pushpa wakes up in the morning before me, she won’t see me naked,” he thought, “But then she said I could sleep like this.”

He was now comfortable and was about to fall sleep, but he heard the creak of a door. He turned his face to the flat door, it wasn’t open. Then he looked at Pushpa’s door. For a moment he jumped up scared as he saw a figure holding a candle, with only the chin of a face illuminated. He realised it was Pushpa.

“Hey Sanjay. Sorry to wake up you up,” said Pushpa.

“Yeah, no problem. Power cut at this time?”

“It’s quite frequent,” said Pushpa keeping the candle in a corner of the room, “If you don’t mind, can I sleep here tonight? I’ll bring my sleeping mattress. There is no surety that the power will be back anytime soon.”

“Yeah sure. But you can take the bed if you want. I can sleep on the floor.”

“No. You’re my guest. You should get more luxury,” said Pushpa as she turned back to her room.

Sanjay noticed that Pushpa was not in her conservative nightie anymore. She was wearing a short T-shirt, barely covering her stomach, and sleeves so short that it exposed almost all of her arms and shoulders. She was wearing a free and loose knee-length skirt. Her figure from the back in the dim candle light made it look surreal for Sanjay. He kept looking at her back, till she entered the darkness of her room.

Pushpa came back with a thin mattress and a pillow. She laid the mattress on the floor just beside Sanjay’s bed and placed the pillow facing the window, opposite to the direction where Sanjay was facing.

“Should I blow off the candle?” asked Pushpa as she sat on the mattress.

“Either way is fine.”

“I’ll blow it off then,” said Pushpa.

She crawled on all fours to reach the candle and Sanjay wished the power came back at that instant, so that he could see Pushpa in that position better. Once she blew off the candle, the room was dark again with some dim light coming from outside the window.

* * * * *

The bright morning sun-rays woke Sanjay up. He realised that his morning wood had pitched a tent through his bedsheet. He turned on his right and looked at Pushpa, lying below on the mattress, still asleep.

Both her hands were stretched above her head, and the short sleeves couldn’t hide her armpits. Sanjay had never seen her armpits before. The hem of the T-shirt was pulled up, exposing her bellybutton. Her stomach was flat, but it looked chubby on the sides. Sanjay realised he hadn’t seen her bare stomach before either. She had her left leg bent, with her left knee pointing up. Sanjay could see her thick left inner thigh and her right thigh as the skirt had ridden up.

The sight hardened Sanjay’s erection even more. He slid his hand under the bedsheet and reached his erection. His hand went inside his underwear and he began to stroke his hard penis, looking at Pushpa as she took slow breaths, her boobs rising up and down along with it.

If only Sanjay could kiss her underarms, her belly, her thighs. He wanted to bury his face between her smooth inner thighs. He imagined sliding his hands under her skirt and feeling her pussy, fidgeting and pleasuring it with his fingers.

He lowered his underwear down to his knees and he began to stroke his hard dick with more excitement.

Pushpa opened her eyes and got up, stretching her arms to let out a wide yawn.

“Shit,” whispered Sanjay as he turned away from her on his left.

He pretended to be asleep, closing his eyes. He heard that Pushpa had entered her room. He pulled up his underwear back to his waist. He turned on his right again, lying almost in a fetal position, with his face towards Pushpa’s room.

Pushpa came out of her room, wearing a sports T-shirt and sweatpants. She had a sweatband on her forehead and she tied her hair into a ponytail.

“Sanjay,” said Pushpa.

“Yes,” said Sanjay opening his eyes, acting as if he had just woken up.

“I’m going out for a jog, it’s already too late,” she said, looking at her watch, “I assume you won’t be joining me?”

Sanjay wanted to spend every waking moment with her. But his erection didn’t seem to be subsiding soon, and he wasn’t sure if he could explain that to Pushpa.

“Yeah, I’ll be tempted to push you into the fountain again,” chuckled Sanjay.

“Yeah right,” smiled Pushpa, “It might be half an hour before I come back. You can help yourself with breakfast, you don’t need to wait for me.”

“Sure,” said Sanjay.

“Hey, why are you under a bedsheet?” asked Pushpa, who was about to turn around towards the door.

“I was feeling cold at night,” lied Sanjay.

Pushpa turned around for a moment and then suddenly turned back to Sanjay again and yanked the bedsheet off of him. She was greeted by the sight of Sanjay’s erection poking through his underwear. Sanjay curled up bringing his knees to his chest, trying to hide it.

“Oops, sorry!” said Pushpa who was embarrassed now as she turned around and sprinted out of the flat.

Sanjay was shocked for a moment, but he smiled thinking about what had just happened.

* * * * *

After having a light breakfast of bread, jam and tea, Sanjay picked up the newspaper lying outside the door and started reading it. He was lost in the newspaper when Pushpa came back and sat down heavily in the chair in front of him.

“Thank god you’re dressed,” said Pushpa with a smile and a panting voice.

Sanjay just nodded and smiled as he continued with his newspaper reading.

“Can you bring me some water from the fridge?” she asked, panting heavily.

He went to the kitchen and brought her a cold bottle of water.

“Thanks!” said Pushpa as she grabbed it and began to gulp it down.

She was wearing dark blue T-shirt and black sweatpants. The T-shirt stuck to her body as she was sweating profusely.

“I hadn’t jogged in a month and it wasn’t too hot back then,” said Pushpa.

Sanjay looked at Pushpa’s face. Beads of sweat across her forehead and the tip of her nose. She looked even more beautiful with few strands of her hair, sticking to her forehead and temples from the sweat. And everybody in college used to consider her unattractive!

“I’ll go take a shower,” she said.

Sanjay picked up the newspaper again and hid his face behind it. He heard her getting out of the bathroom and going to her room after some time.

“Hey, one help,” said Pushpa walking towards him.

Sanjay lowered the newspaper. Pushpa was wearing the same T-shirt and skirt that she wore last night. She had a bottle of cooling talcum powder in her hand.

“Can you pour some powder on my back. The prickly heats are so itchy. Even after a cold shower I feel irritated by it.”

She gave him the bottle and turned around, showing him her back. Sanjay got up from his chair. Pushpa lifted her shirt above her breasts. She wasn’t wearing any bra. Sanjay could see her sideboobs from behind her back, as her torso wasn’t wide enough to hide them. She bent over a little, pushing back her butt, almost touching his crotch. Sanjay hoped that his dick wouldn’t wake up.

“You can see the prickly heats right?” asked Pushpa, still bent over with her shirt lifted. It looked like she was holding her boobs too, from dangling around. Sanjay could see some prickly heats. But he poured the powder all over her back.

“Yes, it feels cool,” moaned Pushpa and she shivered a little from the chillness.

Sanjay kept looking at his crotch, wondering if his dick woke up from slumber.

“Rub the powder around a little please,” she requested, still in the same bent over position, holding her shirt and boobs.

Sanjay rubbed her back with his palm to spread the powder. He even let his hand inside her shirt at the top of her back. He was balancing himself to keep his crotch away from touching her butt. He explored the sides of her back with both his hands. For a moment, his hands reached the waistband of her skirt.

“Hey, don’t tickle!” said Pushpa as she jumped up straight, lowering her T-shirt.

“Sorry,” said Sanjay as he quickly sat on the bed, expecting his dick to be erect anytime soon.

“We will go out and watch a movie after lunch,” said Pushpa taking back the bottle from Sanjay.

“Sure,” he said, realising that his dick was asleep now.

* * * * *

While Pushpa was making lunch, Sanjay opened his laptop for a few minutes, checking mails from work.

“Hey, lunch is ready,” said Pushpa jumping beside Sanjay on the bed, “Show me what movies you have got?”

“We’re going out for a movie right?”

“Yeah, I just wanna copy some from your laptop to mine. I don’t have many movies on my laptop. And I don’t subscribe to any streaming services, it’s a waste of money.”

Sanjay let her browse his laptop, as he got up to take a piss. When he came back, he noticed that Pushpa had opened a folder. But it did not have the kind of movies she wanted.

Before Sanjay could stop Pushpa, she had already opened a video from the folder. There were two white girls, lying on a bed talking to each other.

“A Hollywood movie?” she asked turning to Sanjay.

“No Pushpa, it’s a bad movie!”

“What’s bad in it?”

She fast forwarded the video and the two white girls were now totally naked on the bed, fondling each other’s large breasts and rubbing each other’s pussies. Sanjay shut the laptop in the blink of an eye.

“Sorry,” said Sanjay, looking away from her.

There was a moment of awkward silence and stillness between them. Pushpa got up and walked towards the kitchen.

“Let’s have lunch and then we will go to the mall,” she said from inside the kitchen.

They didn’t talk much while having lunch.

* * * * *

They came out of the theatre in the mall. Sanjay found the movie rather boring. But Pushpa wouldn’t stop talking about how funny the movie was. Sanjay still listened and nodded to her. Though it had been less than two days since he had been living in Pushpa’s flat, he felt like he was her boyfriend and they were a couple, living together, roaming around in a mall and watching a movie.

His eyes suddenly caught the legs of a girl walking ahead, wearing short black skirt and black tank top. She also seemed to be wearing a black choker. She was with another man, maybe her boyfriend, who was wearing a jeans and a hoodie. Sanjay instantly judged how mismatched the pair looked, at least in terms of their sense of clothing.

“Hey! What are you looking at?” said Pushpa snapping her fingers in front of his eyes.

She then looked at the girl with black choker.

“Oh, you like that girl’s behind, I see,” said Pushpa sarcastically.

“Oh no, I was just thinking how odd that couple look,” said Sanjay, “The boy is wearing something casual and the girl is obviously fashionable. They’re no match.”

Pushpa was frowning at him and he decided to keep his mouth shut.

They stopped at a sugarcane juice stand outside the mall. It was getting dark and slow wind was blowing outside. There were three girls near the juice stand wearing V neck T-shirts, sipping the juice from their glasses with straws. They looked like triplets. Sanjay just glanced at their cleavages momentarily while sipping his juice and then looked at Pushpa. Pushpa scowled at him. He realised that she had caught him staring at their boobs. He didn’t say anything and looked away and gulped down his sugarcane juice without the straw. He cursed himself for accidentally ogling at other girls in front of Pushpa.

Before they left for the flat, they bought dinner along with a large bottle of Coca Cola and four cups of strawberry ice cream from a restaurant.

“It’s not that hot tonight,” said Sanjay when they bought the ice cream.

“It’s sure hot as hell in my flat. Besides, ice creams are ice creams, you don’t need to wait for the right weather for having them,” said Pushpa.

“Yeah right,” nodded Sanjay.

Once they reached the flat, they lay on their beds for half an hour or so. Sanjay had changed to his usual T-shirt and shorts. It felt like the light cold wind outside didn’t matter at all inside the small confines of the flat, as Sanjay once again felt the urge to lose all his clothes to beat the heat.

* * * * *

Pushpa came out of her room wearing a rather short sleeveless cotton nightie, which reached just above her knees. Sanjay felt that Pushpa had never looked so sexy before. He got nervous looking at her.

“I’ll fill the ice cube tray with water, to have some ice with the coke,” said Pushpa as she walked to the kitchen.

Sanjay and Pushpa didn’t talk much during the dinner too. Pushpa kept shaking her legs, joining and parting her knees while having dinner in her chair. But Sanjay kept ignoring her as he had done enough ogling for the day. Pushpa kept changing the channels when she finally found something on cable TV.

“It’s Titanic!” she said excitedly.

They both finished their dinners. Pushpa didn’t care about washing the dishes and rushed back to the living room. She moved the chairs and tables to the side of the room to make some space on the floor. She sat down, leaning her back against the edge of the bed.

“Come, sit here. We will wash the dishes tomorrow,” said Pushpa patting on the floor beside her. Sanjay looked confused.

“I’ll bring the coke. I’ve seen this movie so many times,” he said as he headed to the kitchen.

“Bring the ice creams too,” said Pushpa, with her eyes stuck at the TV screen, watching Jack running through the crowd in the port to catch the Titanic.

Sanjay came back with a tray containing the ice cream cups, the bottle of coke and two empty glasses. They first had the ice creams and then the coke from glasses while watching the movie. Sanjay kept looking at Pushpa’s thighs from time to time, as she stretched her legs on the floor and the hem of her nightie rode up.

Pushpa moved the tray containing the empty cups and glasses aside and Sanjay dragged himself closer to her.

They reached the scene where Rose asks Jack to draw her like one of his French girls. Sanjay had anticipated the nude scene, even though they censored it on Indian cable TV. He looked at Pushpa’s face and she didn’t seem to be worried about the upcoming scene. They both could watch kissing scenes together without any hesitation. But a nude or a bed scene was something different.

Finally, the scene arrived where Rose enters the room wearing just a thin gown. Sanjay knew that Rose was about to slip down the gown to reveal her naked body.

“Hey, we forgot the ice cubes!” said Sanjay.

“What? Yeah right,” said Pushpa, her eyes still stuck to the TV screen.

“I guess I’ll bring the ice cube tray out of the fridge,” said Sanjay as he got up.

Pushpa looked confused but didn’t bother to say that they had finished all the coke. Just as Sanjay entered the kitchen and took the ice cube tray out of the fridge, the lights went out.

“Oh shit!” came Pushpa’s voice from the living room.

Sanjay was slightly relieved. He didn’t know how he would have felt looking at a censored, naked Kate Winslet on the screen while sitting beside Pushpa. There was a dim ray of light coming from the streets through the window pane as usual. He placed the ice cube tray on the bed and walked past Pushpa to open the windows.

“Let me light the candles,” said Pushpa getting up and walking towards her room.

“You should buy some strong electric lamp you know, if these power cuts are frequent,” said Sanjay sitting on the floor, “Or maybe invest on a power inverter.”

“Yeah, I’ll buy an electric lamp. Inverter is too costly,” said Pusha as she lighted one candle and kept it on the table near the entrance door.

She lighted another candle below the window. The room was quite bright now.

“Candles would also do, if you don’t mind buying lots of it,” said Sanjay looking at the candles.

Pushpa sat closer to Sanjay on the floor, her right shoulder touching his left. Sanjay looked at her face, which seemed to be hypnotised in the candle lights.

“So, what about these ice cubes then?” said Sanjay reaching the tray kept behind his head on the bed.

“They’re gonna melt, you know. So no use now if you keep them inside the fridge too.”

“Yeah,” said Sanjay, keeping the tray beside him on the floor.

“Are you not feeling hot?” asked Pushpa.

“What?”

“I mean, you can take off your clothes if you want.”

Sanjay was startled. Pushpa leaned her head slowly on his shoulder. Sanjay didn’t say anything. He once again looked at her thighs, as she folded her knees closer to her chest. The hem of her nightie was all bunched together at her crotch now.

“You can take them off,” she said now lifting her head from his shoulder

Sanjay didn’t wanna ask or say anything. He lifted up his shirt, pulled it over his head. He hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his shorts and dragged it down his legs and kicked them off. He was now only in his underwear, yet again.

Pushpa admired his bare chest and brushed her fingers across it, before she kissed his shoulder.

“I know you had a crush on me Sanjay,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder again, “Why did you not tell me then? Why are you hiding it now?”

“I was afraid then, you know,” said Sanjay, now more relaxed than ever.

It felt like a big load was lifted off his chest.

“You didn’t even confess your love to me when you have been here, alone with me for the past 36 hours,” she said.

“I was afraid that you’d have some other man in your life, especially when I saw you yesterday in that office attire. I bet all the men in your office tries to hit on you.”

“I’m not that attractive, you know that,” said Pushpa, playfully hitting his thigh, “I’m an average looking girl. There are far more attractive women in my office. But yes, I have been approached by more than one guy.”

“And do you enjoy it?” said Sanjay, now petting her head with his hand.

“I do. In fact, one of my teammates even asked me out for dinner yesterday,” she said, “I thought of you and declined his offer.”

Sanjay now grabbed Pushpa’s head and brought it closer to his and gave a quick kiss.

Pushpa slithered herself towards Sanjay’s lap, and lay across it on her back. She looked so sexy on his lap that Sanjay couldn’t control his hard-on and it touched her back.

“Ah, I can feel your excitement,” she said playfully.

Sanjay brushed his hand over her smooth bare legs. He caught the hem of the nightie and lifted it up slowly, revealing her naked crotch, which shocked him for a second, but it wasn’t unexpected. He could make out the small bush over her crotch in the candle lights. He took no time in taking off the nightie over her head, revealing her bare dusky body. He studied each part of her body that he had fantasised about in the morning. He lifted her arms to check her armpits and touched one of them.

“Don’t tickle me,” she said with a giggle.

Sanjay liked the way her boobs shook with her laughter and her nipples seemed to be tight and erect over her bouncy boobs.

“I’m feeling so hot right now, even without clothes,” she said.

Sanjay picked up the ice tray lying beside him. It was easier to take out the ice cubes, as it had already started to melt. He picked one cube and rubbed it on her cheeks. She twitched her face a little from the sudden chillness on her skin. But then she started enjoying it. She opened her mouth and Sanjay put the ice cube on it. She held the ice cube in her mouth like a gag.

He took out another cube and rubbed it down her neck. He slipped it to the middle of her breasts and then slid it sideways across the curves of her left boob to her nipple. She giggled with her ice cube-gagged mouth. He circled the cube around both her areolas and then slid it down to her bellybutton and placed it there.

He placed another cube on top of her crotch. He rubbed it around it and then slid the cube down her crotch and over her pussy.

Pushpa shivered uncontrollably, both by the cold ice cube and the arousal. Sanjay caressed the wet bush on her crotch and then let his finger inside her pussy. She dragged both her feet up and raised her knees and then spread them to expose her vagina. Sanjay circled his fingers around and then inserted them to please her. She started getting aroused even more.

He leaned forward to bring his lips closer to hers. The ice cube on her lips had melted into a thin wafer. They pressed their lips against the thin ice wafer, till it turned into water and their wet lips met. They sucked and licked each other’s wet tongues while he kept playing with her pussy.

He picked another ice cube from the tray.

“Turn around,” he said.

Pushpa turn around to lie on her stomach. Sanjay got up so that Pushpa was lying on the floor now. He finally got to see her bare round ass. He moved the ice cube from the top of her arched back down the valley. He kept the ice cube on her asscrack, rubbed it around her ass to make it wet and then kissed both her asscheeks one by one. He buried his face between her asscheeks, spread her legs and moved his face below her butt, as his tongue reached her sweet pussy. Pushpa was aroused by the feel of Sanjay’s face against her butt and she moaned as he worked his tongue from behind.

Pushpa turned around on her back again and Sanjay pulled both her legs over his shoulders, to bring the pussy closer to his face. He licked it and tasted it like he was thirsty for it for a very long time. Pushpa was resting on her elbows and her whole body was charged up with the feeling of love and lust between her legs.

Sanjay placed her legs down, got up from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Pushpa was on her knees as she pulled down his underwear. Sanjay’s naked erection pointed straight at her. She was mesmerised by the length and girth of it, and how it seemed to have a life of its own as she grabbed it. She grabbed the ice cube tray, the but all the ice got melted.