“Zoya, tumne ammi ko pehle hi kya bol diya?” Main uske saamne khadi thi, awaaz kaamp rahi thi. Pankha dheere ghoom raha tha. Hum dono adult auratein ek dusre ko saal bhar se chhup ke pyar karti thi, aur aaj woh baat khul gayi thi.
Kolkata, India ke is bheega hue shehar ki raat bahar gadgadati rahi, lekin kamre ke andar sirf do auraton ka gussa tha. Zoya ne apna oversized shirt ka collar thik kiya, uski aankhen meri taraf uthi, aur usne seedha kaha, “Haan. Maine kal subah ke liye haan bol di thi. Ammi ne poocha tha ki main koi ladki se uljhi to nahi, maine jhooth bol diya ki nahi.”
Woh jumla mere pet mein baith gaya. Hum lesbian lovers the, yahi rented flat humari chhoti duniya thi, aur usne pehle se hi ek rishta milna sweekar kar liya tha. “Tumne socha nahi ki main yahin soonghungi?” Main aage badhi. “Ek pal mein tumne mujhe hata diya.”
Zoya ne meri kalaai pakdi, zor se nahi, bas rokne ke liye. “Aditi, main darti thi. Poore Bharat mein ghar wale aise ladkiyon wale pyaar ko abhi bhi asambhav samajhte hain. Maine socha ek baar unhe dikha doongi, phir wapas aa jaungi.”
Uske honth kaamp rahe the. Main uski kamar par haath rakh sakti thi, lekin pehle meri nafrat boli. “Wapas? Jaise main koi adda hoon jahan tum thak kar let jaogi?”
“Aisa mat kaho.” Zoya ne meri kurti ki kinari pakdi. “Main tumhe kho dena nahi chahti. Kal wali haan meri buzdili thi, aaj raat meri khwahish tum ho.”
Uski ungliyan meri pait ke upar ruki. Garmi utri. Main uski aankhon mein dekhti rahi, phir uske honth itne kareeb aa gaye ki saans mil gayi. “Aaj raat mujhe chhoo, Aditi. Main khud maang rahi hoon, aur tum rok sakti ho.”
Maine uske honth pakad liye. Jawab us kiss mein tha. Zoya ne meri peeth se sata liya, shirt ke neeche meri chhati dabayi, aur kamre ki woh pehli ladai dheere dheere do auraton ke raze mein badal gayi.
Jo baat usne ammi ko pehle bata di
Kurti ke button khulne mein der nahi lagi. Zoya ke haath gusse ke baad bhi naram the. Usne meri chhati nangi ki, nipple ko honth se daba kar kheenchha, aur meri lambi saans nikal aayi. “Itna gussa phir bhi geeli ho?” usne dheere kaha, jaise taunt nahi, hairani ho.
“Chup kar.” Maine uska shirt upar se kheench kar sofa ke arm par fek diya. Uske bra ke neeche garam chamdi thi. Main uski chhati ko muh mein bhar ke chusti rahi, daant se halka kaat diya, aur Zoya ki kamar meri taraf dhal gayi.
Pajama ki nali meri thighs par atak gayi. Zoya ne use neeche sarka diya, meri chut par halki ungli feri, aur kaha, “Itni geeli sirf meri wajah se hai na?” Main uske kandhon par sir rakh kar haan mein gardan hilayi. Koi lambi speech nahi di. Bas uski do ungliyan meri chut ke beech rukteen, phir andar gayeen.
Pehla dhakka tez tha. Maine uske baal pakad liye. Zoya ne ungliyan ghumayi, anguthe se meri clit dabayi, aur meri awaaz dab kar nikal aayi. Sofa chhota pad raha tha. Hum neeche gadde par khisak gaye, do nangi auratein, ek dusre ki taangein kholti hui.
Uske muh ne meri chut dhoondhi. Zabaan ghumi, honth sookhe nahi rahe, aur maine takiya daba liya. Har chatne ke saath woh pehli haan yaad aati rahi, phir bhi meri kamar uske muh ke peeche uth rahi thi. “Zoya… wahan, haan, wahi.”
Woh ruki nahi. Usne meri thighs ko apne kandhon par chadha liya, zabaan andar tak ghusayi, aur meri ungliyan uske baal mein atak gayeen. Main almost chillayi, lekin pados ke diwar ka khayal aa kar daant pe honth daba liye. Pani sa behne laga. Zoya ne woh geelapan chat kar uth kar meri honthon par laga diya.
“Ab meri baari,” usne kaha, lekin main pehle usko leta kar upar aa gayi. Uske nipple ko ungli se malte hue maine uski chut par muh rakh diya. Namkeen, garam, aur itni jaani hui. Zoya ki kamar meri zabaan ke hisaab se nachne lagi. Usne meri gardan daba kar rakhi, “Aditi, andarle… aur.”
Do ungliyan maine uski chut mein di, zabaan clit par rakh di. Uski saans phooli. Main tez nahi hui, bas gehra. Har dafa jab uski thighs meri kaan ke paas kasti, mujhe yaad aata ki kal subah woh kisi aur ke ghar jaane wali thi. Gussa aur chudai ek hi lehar ban gaye.
Zoya ne mujhe kheench kar apni chhati par bithaya. Humari chut ek dusre se ragad khane lagi. Geela awaaz kamre mein faila. Maine uski kamar pakad kar hilna tez kiya, usne meri gaand dabayi, aur dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. “Isi tarah… mat rukna.”
Main nahi ruki. Meri chut uski chut se chipak kar serak rahi thi, clit pe clit, paseena seene par. Zoya ki aankhen band hui, phir khuli, aur usne mera nam liya jaise koi iltija ho. Meri pehli orgasm aisi aayi ki main uske kandhon par gir gayi, taangein kaanp rahi thin, chut dhak dhak karti rahi.
Usne mujhe palat diya. Ab Zoya upar thi, apni chut meri thighs par ragadti, do ungliyan meri geeli jagah mein daal kar tez chalati. “Dekho mujhe,” usne kaha. Maine dekha. Do adult auraton ka yeh milna koi accident nahi tha. Main ne uska haath pakad kar aur andar dhakela, aur Zoya ki awaaz toot gayi.
Uske aane par uski chut meri ungliyon ko jor se daba gayi. Pani meri kalaai tak aa gaya. Zoya meri chhati par let gayi, lambi saans leti hui, meri gardan ke khal mein honth rakhte hue. Pankha ab bhi ghoom raha tha. Bahar India ke is shehar ki bus ki horn goonji, lekin andar sirf hamari nadi si saans thi.
Thodi der baad usne meri chut phir se chumi, dheeme, jaise mafik mang rahi ho. Maine uske baal seharae. Doosri lehar meri kamar se utri, kam tez, zyada gehli. Zoya ne meri clit ko honth mein le kar chusa, aur main uske naam par toot gayi. Uske muh par meri geelapan chamak raha tha jab woh uth kar mere bagal mein aa leti.
Kapde ab bhi sofa aur gadde ke kinare the. Meri kurti ek side, uska shirt doosri. Hum nangi hi rahe. Zoya ki ungli meri pet par ghoomti rahi, kabhi navel, kabhi neeche ke baal. “Maine galti ki,” usne kaha, is baar chhupi nahi. “Woh haan dar se thi. Yeh raat dar se nahi.”
Maine jawab mein uski chhati chumi, nipple ko zabaan se ghumaya, phir uski kamar tak utri. Usne taangein khol di. Main wapas uski chut par aa gayi, is dafa do ungliyan aur angutha clit par. Zoya ki awaaz dab kar nikal rahi thi, “Haan… Aditi… bas aise.” Jab woh doosri baar kaanpi, usne meri kalai itna zor se pakdi ki nakhun chubh gaye.
Uske baad hum palat kar side se lipat gaye. Meri taang uski taangon ke beech. Geela pan dono ki thighs par tha. Zoya ne mera kaan chuma, phir mere honth. Kiss ab dheemi thi, lekin gehli. Main uski gaand par haath rakh kar dabati rahi, jaise rokna chahti hoon kal subah ko.
Raat ke beech jo hum dono auratein bani rahi
Thodi der chup rahi. Phir Zoya ne meri chut par haath wapas rakh diya, is baar khelne ke andaaz mein nahi, jaanne ke liye. “Tum ab bhi gusse mein ho.”
“Hoon,” maine kaha. “Lekin tumhari zabaan ke baad bhi hoon. Dono saath ho sakta hai.”
Usne hans kar meri thighs ke beech sir rakh diya. Main uske baal mein ungliyan phirati rahi. Kamre ki ghadi gyarah baj chuki thi. Humne paani nahi manga, rumaal nahi dhunda, sirf ek dusre ki chamdi se chipke rahe. Kabhi Zoya meri chhati choosti, kabhi main uski kamar chat’ti. Yeh doosri round nahi thi, bas usi milne ka dheema hissa tha jo abhi khatam nahi hua tha.
Jab uski ungli phir meri chut mein gayi, main leti rahi, aankhen khuli. Har dhakke ke saath mujhe uski ammi ki baat yaad aati, phir uski geeli ungli woh yaad dho deti. Maine uska haath pakad kar tez kiya. Zoya samajh gayi. Usne kalai ghuma kar meri clit ko sath dabaya, aur meri teesri lehar aisi aayi ki main uske kandhe kaatne lagi.
Uske baad meri bari thi usko last tak le jaane ki. Maine Zoya ko pet ke bal palat kar uski gaand par honth rakhe, phir neeche uski chut tak zabaan le gayi. Peeche se chatna usko jaldi todta hai, yeh main jaanti thi. Usne gadde ko pakad liya. “Aditi, main… aa rahi hoon.” Maine ruki nahi. Zabaan aur ungli saath. Zoya ki kamar kaanp kar baith gayi, uski awaaz takiye mein dab gayi, aur meri thuddi geeli ho gayi.
Hum wapas lipat kar let gaye. Paseena saaf karne ki fursat nahi li. Zoya ki saans meri gardan par gir rahi thi. Main soch rahi thi ki subah hum chai banayenge, jaise har Sunday. Yeh soch hi meri palak bhari rakh rahi thi jab neend aur thakaan ne mujhe daba liya.
Subah wale rishta plan ne mujhe uthaya
Neend adhoori thi jab phone ki vibration ne kaata. Zoya ne haath badha kar screen dekhi, phir use neeche rakha jaise koi chhoti baat ho. “Saat baje alarm hai,” usne kaha, awaaz ab bhi nangi thi. “Ammi ne kaha subah der nahi karni. Main mil ke aa jaungi. Tum so jao, chai baad mein.”
Woh jumla meri neend faad gaya. Maine kapde dhoondhe. Kurti pehni, pajama ki nali khinchi, chhati ab bhi uske muh ki yaad se bhari thi. Zoya ne meri kalaai pakadni chaahi. “Aditi, bas ek milna hai.”
Main uska haath chhod kar juti mein paon daal chuki thi. “Tum pehle hi haan bol chuki thi. Main yahan so kar us haan ka intezaar nahi karungi.” Darwaza kholte hue main palat kar dekhi. Woh nangi hi gadde par baithi thi, uski aankhen badi, honth ab bhi geele. Main seedhi se utar kar gali ki hawa mein nikal gayi, Kolkata ki us raat ko peeth pe daalte hue, aur turant apne hi raste par chal padi.