Play With Me

by Ananth

  ‘Now you are mine,’ she said, and both girls giggled.

  ‘Who do you think is a better fuck bunny?’ Cara turned to me and asked, draping her leg over Rhea’s.

  ‘This is double trouble,’ I replied, grinning.

  ‘What’s a fuck bunny, babe?’ asked Rhea, trailing her fingers over Cara’s thigh.

  Just when I was having serious doubts about Cara’s intentions towards Rhea, and her sexual preference, she leaned over and began to kiss me. I could taste the vodka when she let my tongue into her mouth.

  ‘Guys?’ Rhea got up and, grabbing Cara’s hand, pulled her towards the water. I stood up too and followed them. Both the girls ran straight into the water and started splashing about. When I got to the edge, I pulled off my t-shirt and thought about joining them but stopped in my tracks when I saw Rhea pull Cara close and kiss her on the mouth. Cara hesitated at first, but then locked lips with Rhea. They stood there silhouetted against the pale moonlight, caressing each other, their bodies swaying gently with the waves. I stood there transfixed; my throat went dry.

  A little while later Cara came back alone, took my hand and dragged me away from the water’s edge. When we sat down I turned to look at Cara blankly and she returned my stare with an inscrutable look of her own. Rhea, who had briefly disappeared under the water, reappeared and undid her bikini top as she started walking towards us, her firm breasts on display, nipples hard in the cold breeze, her wet body gleaming in the moonlight. As Rhea got closer Cara removed her bikini top too and held her hand up in invitation. Rhea promptly knelt between her legs and began kissing her, sliding one hand between Cara’s legs. She licked her way down to Cara’s breasts and started rolling her tongue around her nipples and sucking on them.

  Writhing with pleasure, Cara moaned deeply and leaned back against me, her full weight on me, and gently pushed Rhea’s head down towards her mound. Rhea responded eagerly, kissing Cara’s taut stomach while removing her bikini bottom and then began eating her.

  I couldn’t hold back any longer. Pulling myself away from under Cara, I grabbed Rhea by her hair and kissed her, tasting the salt from Cara’s body and then went down on Cara myself. Rhea stood up and stripped and as she knelt, Cara turned towards me, smiling, and said, ‘You are one lucky bastard! Fuck me,’ before letting Rhea sit on her face.

  19

  I woke up alone on the beach, which, bathed in the first rays of morning light, looked seductive. I considered staying there and waiting for it to become day but then decided to walk back to the hotel. The wicket gate was locked and unmanned, so I walked all the way around and entered through the main gate. The two guys in the lobby weren’t exactly pleased when I said I needed another key card and didn’t have any ID to show. The security guard on the porch remembered me, fortunately, and nodded when these guys looked towards him for help.

  In the room I found both women on the bed. Cara was naked. She always slept in the nude, face down, sprawled like a body at a crime scene and seeing her now reminded me why I could never resist morning sex when we were together. Rhea was on her back, fast asleep, wearing only the yellow bikini bottoms, one arm draped across her eyes. Not many things are as beautiful as a naked woman in sexy briefs. I began to get aroused. I considered getting in between the two of them, waking them up and gorging on a human body breakfast, while offering myself too, but junked the idea. Instead I walked into the other room and went to sleep.

  The bed was quite comfortable, but I had a disturbed sleep; it had been a wild night, wet, rough, orgasmic and multi-bodied (I don’t think that is a word, but stay with me). I had sex with Rhea; I made out with Cara’s best friend, in front of Cara, and she didn’t mind. She made out with her best friend, goddamn it! I found the fact that she was bisexual both cool and disturbing at the same time. In the little time that I had known Cara all my beliefs about relationships and notions about my own sexuality had gone out of the window. Last night, at one point, Cara had pulled my hard cock out of Rhea and sucked on it until I almost died, and then helped me put it back into Rhea. I didn’t know what this would do to my relationship with Cara, or to my future sex life, which presumably would involve only one woman at a time, or to my head in the long term, but last night had turned out to be some evening and the knowledge that both the girls were going to be around another couple of days was too tempting not to take advantage of.

  When I woke up the next morning Cara was sitting next to me on the bed, still naked.

  ‘Hiya!’

  ‘Hey.’ I smiled sheepishly.

  ‘Sleep tight? Sorry we left you on the beach but you had fallen asleep. And we had sand in all the wrong places and needed to take a shower.’

  I stopped her. ‘Do we have to talk about last night, Cara?’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘Okay, help me out here,’ I replied, pointing to the other room where Rhea still lay on the bed.

  ‘I like women too, Sid, I always have. And it has always been Rhea. She and I are girlfriends too.’ She looked me right in the eye as she said this and I began to realize that at times she wasn’t just the naughty and fun sex machine she liked to be, or even the smart intelligent woman who had a million ideas popping in her head in office, but a woman who knew exactly what she wanted from her body and had no qualms about going after it.

  I sat up against the headboard.

  ‘But that does not change anything between us,’ she continued, waving her hands between our bodies. And as I watched her hands my eyes settled on her nipples.

  ‘Don’t distract me,’ she said, noticing where my eyes were. ‘I have to tell you this.

  ‘I was thirteen when I had my first orgasm. We were at summer camp where this girl and I were sharing a room. She was in another grade and I didn’t know her well but the camp supervisor had insisted that we pick roommates by a draw so we could all get to know each other better.

  ‘I had told myself that I would make the best use of being away from home for two weeks. I wasn’t allowed to wear shorts at home or anything that even exposed more than my ankle and so I had gone shopping with my best friend and bought very short shorts and sleeveless tees to wear to bed. If I had had the room to myself I would’ve gone to bed naked.’

  And she had a glint in her eye when she said, ‘I loved being naked, even back then. But you can imagine how difficult it was to do that as a young girl!

  ‘We were meant to get into bed by ten. My room-mate had brought her iPod and was listening to music one night. I was well into a Jill Mansell novel and when I finished reading it, about an hour later, I wished her goodnight and was going to go to sleep when she came over to my bed and said, “Let’s listen to music.” She climbed under the duvet, shared the earphones with me, and began pod-jockeying as she called it. We spent the night with all our favourite pop icons. The earphones kept slipping out of our ears ever so often until finally we figured that the best way for them to stay in place would be for us to spoon so the earphones weren’t stretched.’

  ‘She snuggled into me and held me close, and it felt so good that I moved back, pushing my body into hers. She immediately moved her hand from around my waist and held me right across my chest and before I could react cupped my breast and began fondling it. I started to feel warm between my legs and squeezed my thighs together. Noticing this, she removed her hand from my breast and slowly moved it down my belly. She fiddled with the drawstring on my pyjamas before slipping her hand in and touching me between my legs. I squeezed my thighs harder and held her hand in place.

  ‘I surprised myself when I turned around to give her more room. She slowly massaged my lips and I began to writhe under her touch, feeling wet for the first time. She took her hand out for a moment and sucked her middle finger, tasting my juices, and then came back again, parting my lips with the same finger, moving it around, finding my spot. It sent an electrical shiver through me as she rubbed me faster and faster and worked me up to my first orgasm. It was heavenly. But when she tried to
insert her finger inside me, I got scared and stopped her, and holding her hand tightly in place, close against me, went to sleep. “It’s going to be my turn in the morning,” she said, just before she shut her eyes. I slept, smiling at the prospect, because just the thought of doing that with her again sent a tingle of pleasure down my legs and made me giddy with anticipation.’

  ‘When I woke up the next morning I was alone in bed. I got up and, realizing I was only in my tee, walked quickly towards the bathroom where I found her naked in front of the mirror, brushing her teeth. She looked so beautiful, Sid. Up until then I never even imagined that I would find a female body attractive and that I would fall in love with one. Looking back, the sheer pleasure I was capable of achieving from this body was a huge discovery,’ she said, and cupped her breasts in both hands and squeezed firmly.

  ‘Strangely, after that morning she didn’t sleep with me again. I think she was embarrassed to be around me even though I wasn’t. But I had discovered something so wonderful that it left me wanting more. And then of course Rhea and I discovered each other at one of our sleepovers. We were playing strip with twist-the-bottle. I am sorry if this is freaking you out!’

  ‘No, Cara, no . . .’ I began, unable to form coherent sentences, because I wasn’t sure how her story tied in with the fact that I had had sex with both women last night. Fortunately she cut me short.

  ‘Sid!’ she said, laughing, ‘I’m sorry, baby,’ and she moved closer and gave me a hug, crushing her body to mine.

  ‘No, Cara,’ and then it was my turn to smile, ‘I don’t mind at all, honestly. Show me a man who hasn’t fantasized about a threesome with two gorgeous women! If anything I was worried that you would be upset I had sex with Rhea.’

  ‘You know what, it was so damn hot watching you fuck her, and I have a feeling you want to do this again.’ She slid her hand inside my boxers, wrapped her fingers around my already hard cock and whispered in my ear, ‘And I want you to fuck us both again.’

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  20

  Friday evening. When the plane landed and I switched on my phone, the first four messages were missed call alerts, all of them from Nat. I called her back immediately.

  ‘Hi. Are you back?’ she asked. She sounded very low.

  ‘Yeah, Nat, just got in. Are you okay?’

  ‘No. Can you come home?’

  ‘Of course! See you in a bit,’ I assured her.

  Cara and Rhea had decided to stay back and spend a few more days in Goa, but I had work to do so I’d left their company reluctantly. While I waited for the bags, I replayed what had been a very dirty weekend. One moment I was standing in front of the Mater Dei school, cooking up a new photo project, and the next I was in bed with two beautiful women. That morning after our talk, Cara and I had begun to kiss. When she woke up Rhea found us on the bed, groping each other. She joined the melee and the three of us proceeded to have sex on the floor and in the balcony and even in the shower. Rhea was insatiable and clearly loved Cara deeply. I will never be able to erase from my mind images of them entwined, making love. I had had such an overdose of sex, physically and visually, that standing by the conveyor belt I imagined how every young woman around me would look and feel naked. I shuddered.

  I rushed out of the airport as soon as I collected my bags and jumped into the first available cab. It was half past ten by the time I got to Nat’s apartment.

  She opened the door in shorts and a t-shirt. Her hair was dishevelled and it was obvious she had been crying.

  ‘Hi,’ she said, and stepped aside to let me in.

  By the time I dragged my bags in and found a place to put them, she had gone back into her bedroom.

  I walked up to the open door of the bedroom. ‘Nat?’

  ‘Come in.’

  She was lying on one side of the bed, curled up into a ball, clutching a pillow. As I got closer, she moved a little, making room for me to sit next to her.

  ‘Nat? What happened?’

  She turned to face me and, with tears in her eyes, confessed, ‘I can’t conceive, Sid!’

  I watched helplessly as her slender body was racked by sobs. I reached out and held her hand, not knowing what to say to comfort her, and wondering where her husband was. They’d been married six or seven years I think, because I remembered that on their fifth anniversary, he had sent over this humongous bunch of flowers to the office and an S Class Mercedes to pick her up for lunch. It had embarrassed her no end and she’d been furious with him.

  ‘Nat. Please stop crying.’ I removed her hand from mine and, pushing her hair away from her face, made her sit up.

  I went to the bathroom and came back with a wet towel. She took it from me and wiped her face, then slid off the bed and walked into the bathroom. I quickly straightened the covers and sat on the corner again to wait for her. She seemed to be taking a long time so I called her name. She didn’t respond. Walking up to door and leaning on the frame I tried again.

  ‘Nat? ’

  Nothing. Then I noticed she hadn’t shut the door, so I gingerly pushed it open and saw her sitting on the pot, crying.

  ‘C’mon, Nat,’ I said as sternly as I could. ‘You are an adult, act like it,’ I fumed, and then lifting her by her shoulders walked her out of the bedroom and straight into the living room where I deposited her on the sofa.

  ‘Okay. Time to talk. Can I make you a drink?’

  She didn’t say anything.

  ‘Nat.’

  ‘Shut up, Sid!’

  That jolted me a bit.

  ‘Okay . . . sorry.’ I turned and went to the fridge and pulled out a can each of Coke and Sprite, not sure which she preferred. And then finding the bar I poured her a large vodka with Coke and brought it to her.

  Taking it from me, she took a large gulp.

  ‘What happened?’

  ‘Nothing! that’s the point! We’ve been trying to have a baby for so long; we’ve tried everything. This was the last chance for the IVF to work.’

  ‘What did the doc say?’

  ‘That we should stop trying now. She says there is nothing more we can do, and that it is time I stopped pushing my body.’

  ‘How lo—’

  ‘Two years,’ she said without waiting for me to finish.

  I let out a sigh.

  ‘Does—’

  ‘He knows. I called him this evening.’

  ‘Where’s—’

  ‘In Texas. He can’t leave for another two days. Besides, what’s the point, Sid? Not that things are going to change!’

  ‘I know but—’

  ‘THERE’S NO POINT, DAMMIT! WHAT’S WITH YOU MEN?!’ she yelled and then started to sob again.

  ‘Nat, please stop crying.’

  ‘STOP FUCKING SAYING THAT!’

  ‘Okay. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here. AND STOP YELLING AT ME.’ I got up and walked away from her.

  ‘Sorry,’ she mumbled.

  ‘You don’t have to say sorry. Have you eaten anything?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Okay. Get up, we are going to go find food and then we’ll talk.’

  I thought it best to take her out of the house. In her comfort zone and without her husband around, the chances of her moping were very high. Surprisingly, she agreed and changed into jeans and a t-shirt.

  ‘You okay?’ I asked as we walked down to the parking lot.

  ‘I . . . It’s just such a waste of my life. I will never find out what it means to be a mother.’

  ‘Nat, you are way too intelligent to make such a defeatist statement!’

  ‘You sound like Rajat.’

  ‘There are millions of women in the world who don’t have children.’

  ‘So? What’s your point?’

  ‘I am not sure they are saying their life is a waste.’

  ‘I don’t care what happens to others. I wanted to have a baby. Desperately. And now I can’t. We don’t know if it’s his fault or mine because we told the doc
we don’t want to know. We tried everything possible,’ she said vehemently. ‘Why me?’

  I reached out and held her hand.

  ‘It’s so pointless, this whole bloody thing.’ She clasped my hand tightly and turned to look outside.

  We sat there like that for a while, looking out of our respective windows, before I started the engine and pulled out of the lot.

  For some reason it led me to think about what I was doing with my life. Was Cara in it at all? I couldn’t ever tell. She did make me feel very happy though. She was fun to be with and the sex was incredible. But was she my girlfriend? The thing was that I could never ask her that. She’d immediately call me old-fashioned and bring up something else, and then distract me with more sex. Somehow we had never behaved like adults and talked about our relationship. And I hadn’t thought too hard about it.

  In about ten minutes we arrived at a hotel and decided to stop there. We walked into the coffee shop only to find a late-night birthday party in progress. Some guy was celebrating his thirty-fifth and there were at least ten couples in that party wreaking havoc. I cursed myself for bringing Nat over here.

  ‘Of all the places to eat in this city you had to bring me here?’ Nat asked, annoyed.

  ‘I am sorry, Nat,’ I apologized, and then did something unexpected: I put my arm around her, pulled her close and gave her peck on her forehead. She leaned into me and we stood like that for a little while, debating if we should go inside and find a table, or if we wanted to go in at all.

  ‘Give me a minute,’ I told Nat and went to find the manager and ask if he could organize a packed meal for us. He agreed. It took them about twenty minutes to come back with our food.

  ‘Please, let’s leave,’ Nat begged just as the group started the countdown to the birthday.

  Grabbing our food, we walked out through the lobby as quickly as we could. The valet had parked my car right outside, under the porch, so it didn’t take us that long to get out.