Phone ki screen par main abhi woh gandi line type kar raha tha jab Komal ne mera haath daba diya. Sofa ke kone mein uska kandha mere kandhe se sata hua tha, aur fan ke neeche Jabalpur ki shaam dheemi chal rahi thi. Hum dono jaante the ki yeh sirf khel nahi, roz ki aadat ban chuki thi.
Teen hafte se yahi chalta aa raha tha. Bharat ke is madhya shehar mein garmi utarne ke baad hum milte, phir phone nikal kar ek dusre ko likhte. Aaj bhi hum ek hi sofa par the, lekin haath screen par hi ghum rahe the.
“Yash, ruk.” Komal ki awaaz dheemi thi, lekin saaf. “Yeh sex chat aaj yahin khatam karo. Seedha bolo, mujhe chahte ho ya nahi.”
Maine phone ko godi mein ulat diya. Uski aankhen meri aankhon se mili, aur uski ungli meri kalaai par ruki rahi. Main samajh gaya tha ki jawab se dono cheezein badal jayengi, typing bhi aur raat ka ant bhi.
“Agar main na kahun?” maine poocha.
“Toh main uthungi,” usne kaha. “Chat bhi band. Yeh Hindustan ke chhote flat wali chhupti hui baat mujhe ab kaafi nahi.”
Uski kurti ka palu meri godi par gira hua tha. Fan ki hawa uske baal thoda uthati, aur mere gale mein ek tightness aa gayi. Chat mein main bebaak tha. Yahan uske saamne meri zabaan ruk rahi thi.
“Dar hai ki yeh maza khatam ho jayega,” maine kaha. “Screen par sab control mein rehta hai.”
Komal hans padi, lekin hansna tez nahi tha. “Control chhod. Haan ya na. Beech ki baat mat nikaal.”
Maine uska haath apni kalaai se nahi hataya. “Haan. Chat band. Ab yahin.”
Typing ke beech Komal ruki
Uske honth pehle mere honthon par aaye, phir meri gardan par. Phone sofa ke cushion ke neeche sarak gaya, screen andheri. Komal ne meri t-shirt ka hem uthaya aur apni hatheli pet par pheri, jaise woh confirm kar rahi ho ki main bhaagunga nahi.
Meri saans tez ho gayi. Uski jeans ki zip meri ungli ke neeche thi, lekin main jaldi nahi kiya. Pehle uski kamar pakdi, phir kurti ko upar kiya. Neeche kaali bra thi, cups mein seene dabe hue. Maine strap ko kandhe se gira diya aur muh se nipple ko dabaya.
“Ah, aise hi,” usne kaha, aur uska sar peeche gaya. “Chat mein tu sirf likhta tha. Ab choos.”
Maine choosa, daant se halka kaata, aur doosre seene par muh shift kiya. Komal ki ungliyan mere baal mein phans gayin. Sofa ke spring ne ek halki awaaz di jab usne godi badlai aur meri shorts ke upar se mera lund masla.
Kapdon ka hisab seedha raha. Kurti sofa ke arm par padi. Bra unhook hote hi uske seene azaad ho gaye, bhari, garm. Maine jeans ki button kholi, zip utari, aur usne khud ko uthakar pant pairon se nikal di. Panty geeli thi, kapde ka gehra rang beech mein gehra ho chuka tha.
“Dekh,” usne meri kalaai pakad kar panty ke andar le gayi. “Yeh chat nahi. Yeh main hoon.”
Uski chut geeli aur garm thi. Meri do ungliyan fold ke beech se saraki, clit par gol ghumi. Komal ne meri gardan kaat kar pakad li aur ek awaaz nikali jo pados ke darwaze tak nahi jaani chahiye thi, isliye maine uske honth apne honth se daba diye.
Shorts aur underwear maine ek saath utare. Mera lund khada tha, sir chamak raha tha. Komal ne apna ek haath neeche kiya, mutthi banayi, aur dheere se upar neeche kiya. Uski aankhen meri taraf thi, na sharm se band, na drama se badi.
“Ithna tight mat kar,” maine kaha. “Pehle muh.”
Woh sofa se khisak kar ghutnon par aa gayi. Fan ki hawa uske peeth par padi. Usne meri thighs ke andar haath rakhe aur lund ko honthon se chhua, phir jeebh se neeche tak le gayi. Garam muh, dheemi speed. Kabhi sir ko chusti, kabhi lund ko gale tak leti. Maine uske baal ek haath mein liye, kheenche nahi, bas sambhale.
Komal ne ek baar upar dekha. Thook ka taar honth se lund tak laga. “Ab condom. Drawer mein hai na, jo tu chat mein likhta tha ki rakha hai.”
Maine side table ka drawer khola, ek packet nikala, foil faadi. Rubber ko roll karke chadha diya. Tight, thoda cold, phir garm. Barrier lagate hi uski nazar neeche se upar aayi, aur usne sir hila diya, maan liya.
Usne panty ko ek pair se nikal kar doosri taraf fenka. Phir sofa par let gayi, ek taang floor par, ek taang meri kamar ke peeche. Uski chut khuli thi, geeli chamak ke saath. Maine lund ko fold par rakh kar dheere se dhaka diya.
Andar jaate hi Komal ki ungliyan mere kandhon par gaddi ho gayin. Uski chut ne lund ko kas diya, gila, tight. Maine ruka, uski saans ke hisaab se, phir aur andar gaya. Poora nahi pehle. Adha, phir zyada.
“Aur de,” usne kaha. “Chat mein tu tez likhta tha. Ab tez kar.”
Maine kamar uthayi aur dhakka teza kiya. Sofa ki peeth thodi khisaki. Uski thighs meri sides par lapeti thin. Har dhakke par uske seene hilte, aur meri chhati uske seene se takrati. Naam nahi liya usne. Sirf saans, kabhi meri peeth par nakhun.
Beech mein maine nikal kar clit par lund ko ragda, phir wapas andar. Komal ne aankhen band ki, phir kholi. “Wahan, wahi jagah. Mat hat.”
Us jagah par lund ko dabaye rakha, chhote chhote dhakke. Uski chut kasti gayi. Maine apna ek haath neeche kiya, ungli se clit masli, aur uski kamar uth gayi. Pani sa feel, geela aur zyada. Uski awaaz dab gayi mere kandhe mein.
Phir usne mujhe palat diya. Main sofa ki peeth se sata, woh upar aa gayi. Lund ko haath se pakad kar baith gayi, dheere, poora. Uski kamar gol ghumi, pehle chhota dayra, phir bada. Kurti nahi thi ab, sirf garmi aur paseena. Uski aankhen neeche meri taraf, honth khule.
“Dekh mujhe,” usne kaha. “Screen nahi.”
Maine dekha. Uski chut lund ko nigal rahi thi, upar neeche. Meri hatheli uski gaand par thi, doosri uske seene par. Jab usne tez kiya, meri saans atak gayi. Condom ke through bhi garmi saaf thi. Komal ki thighs meri thighs ke bahar se kasin, aur usne apna wazan aage jhukaya.
Ek pal ko phone ne cushion ke neeche buzz kiya, purani chat ki aadat ka notification. Dono ruke. Komal ne sirf itna kaha, “Mat nikaal.” Maine nahi nikala. Buzz doosri baar hua, phir khatam.
Usne wazan peeche kiya, lund ko almost bahar tak liya, phir baithi. Yeh dhakka gehra tha. Maine uski kamar pakad kar uske rhythm ko apna liya. Uski chut ab aur geeli thi, awaaz gili thi. Jabalpur ki raat khidki ke bahar scooter aur dur kutta, andar sirf hamari saans.
“Main aa rahi hoon,” usne kaha, bina poochhe, bina ruke. Uski ungliyan meri chhati par kasin. Uski chut dabki, phaili, phir kas kar baithi. Meri godi gili ho gayi. Maine uske honth pakad kar chuma jab tak uski thighs kaanpte rahi.
Uske baad bhi woh uth nahi. Dheeme dhakke, ab sirf mere liye. Maine kamar uthayi, neeche se choda, chhote lekin bhari. Condom tight laga, lund bhari hui. Komal ne meri gardan mein muh rakh diya. “Nikal ke andar mat kar. Yahin de.”
Maine do dhakke aur diye, teesre par ruk nahi paya. Lund kas kar phenka, condom ke andar garm. Meri ungliyan uski peeth par failin. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Fan wahi ghum raha tha. Sofa ne ek last squeak di.
Kapde girne ke baad garmi
Komal meri chhati par jhuki rahi, lund ab dheela hota hua uski chut se bahar aaya, condom abhi bhi chadha. Maine use pakad kar nikaala nahi turant, bas saans li. Uski aankhen band thin, honth mere collarbone par.
“Chat mein kabhi itna gila nahi likha tha,” usne dheeme kaha. “Woh jhooth tha ya yeh?”
“Woh kam tha,” maine kaha. Meri awaaz bhi bhari thi. “Yeh poora hai.”
Usne sir uthaya. Paseena uske baal ki line par chamak raha tha. Maine uski thighs par haath phera, na naya round shuru karne ke liye, sirf isliye ki woh kanpti band ho. Uski panty sofa ke paon ke paas padi thi, meri shorts door, t-shirt arm par atki.
Condom maine ab nikaal kar tissue par rakha, knot laga kar. Barrier hatate hi hawa thandi lagi. Komal ne meri godi se hat kar bagal mein letne ki jagah banayi, ek taang meri taang par. Uski kamar meri bazu ke neeche aa gayi.
Cushion ke neeche se phone phir hilaa, ek kamzor vibrate. Purani thread, koi pending message, shayad wahi gandi line jo main type karke chhod gaya tha. Dono ne use dekha jaise koi teesra shakhs kamre mein ghusa ho.
Komal ne nahi chhua. “Tera hai. Tera khel tha yeh.”
Maine haath badhaya, phone nikala. Screen jal uthi, chat ka last box adhura. Uski photo wahan thumbnail mein thi, yahan uska gila jism mere bagal mein. Farak itna saaf tha ki pet mein ek halki sharam bhi aa gayi, phir utar gayi.
“Agar isko on rakha,” maine kaha, “toh kal phir yahi ungliyan screen par honge.”
Komal chup rahi. Uski aankhen screen par thin, phir meri taraf. Jawab usne nahi diya, kyunki sawal usne pehle hi kar diya tha. Ab baaki mera tha.
Maine power button dabaya. Screen kali padi. Phone ko table par ulta rakh diya, camera neeche, jaise koi aankh band kar di ho. Koi naya message nahi khula, koi typing nahi bachi.
Komal ki hatheli mere pet par aa gayi, bas rakhne ke liye. “Theek hai. Ab yeh yahin rahe.”
Main uthkar kapde nahi pehna. Uski bra bhi wahi padi rahi. Hum nange sofa par the, lekin ab sex nahi, sirf garmi utarti hui. Uski saans meri bazu ke andar dheemi padi.
Khidki ke bahar Jabalpur ki gali se kisi ke bartan ki awaaz aayi. Flat ke andar fan, aur table par band phone. Maine uski kamar ke ghere par ungli ghumayi, bina kuch maange. Usne aankhen band ki, lekin haath nahi hataya.
Phone ko maine band kiya
Thodi der baad Komal ne meri taraf muh kiya. “Kal office hai dono ka. Aaj jo kiya, usko chat mein mat likhna.”
Maine sir hilaya. “Likhunga nahi. Screen band hai.”
Usne meri ungliyan apni ungliyon mein le liin, tight nahi, bas pakad. Sofa chhota tha, do vajan se daba. Uski thighs meri taang se satti rahi, geelapan sookh raha tha. Main ne koi agla plan nahi bola. Koi waqt nahi poocha.
Phone table par kaala pada. Main uski taraf haath nahi badhaya. Komal ne bhi nahi. Yeh chhoti si cheez ab kamre ka kanoon thi, bina likhe.
Usne apna sar meri chhati par wapas rakh diya. Maine ceiling ko dekha, fan ke pakkhon ko, aur uske baal ke geele kone ko. Jawab jo maine pehle diya tha, usi ne yahan tak khincha tha. Ab usi jawab ko main table ke kaale phone ke saath chhod kar sofa par raha, uske garm kandhe ke neeche, bina screen ke.