One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

‘What are you making me do, Debu?’ I whispered as I held my unhooked bra in place with my
hands. I felt I had to make it seem like he made me do this. Never mind the pre-planned lingerie.
‘Just go with the flow,’ Debu said, standard boy-speak for ‘let me please have sex without
interruption’.
He pulled the red bra out of my hands. He grabbed my breasts.
‘Not so hard, please,’ I said.
‘Sorry,’ Debu said.
‘You have done this before?’ I said.
He took a few seconds to answer.
‘If I say yes, will you ask me to stop?’ Debu said.
I laughed.
‘No, silly. Just that this is my first time,’ I said.
‘I had one girlfriend before. Two years back.’
‘Can we not talk about that now?’ I said.
He kissed my nipples. He moved up and kissed my collarbone. He kissed my chin and then my
lips for several minutes. He tugged at my panties. My heart beat fast. Was I really going to get fully
naked in front of a man?
I guess it was too late. He pulled down my panties. He removed his trousers and underwear. I
had not seen a naked man so up-close. I wanted to get a good look, more as an anatomy lesson.
However, he held me tight and continued to kiss me. His hands moved higher on my thighs.
‘Your legs are so soft,’ he said. I decided to take a life membership at Completely Bare.
He touched me between my legs. The Brazilian had made everything smooth.
‘Wow, you are wet,’ he said.
I wasn’t just wet. I was soaked. The good girl in me wondered if he would judge me for it.
He bent and brought his face closer between my legs.
‘What are you doing?’ I said.
‘Huh? Going down.’
‘Down where?’ I said.
‘Down. There.’
‘Really? Your mouth? There?’
‘Yeah. Just relax.’
I can’t really describe the next ten minutes. His tongue felt the exact opposite of the brutal
waxing strips. Every flick transported me to a state of extreme pleasure. Why don’t people do this all
the time? Wow, why didn’t anyone tell me sex feels so damn good?
He put a finger inside me. I winced once.
‘Careful,’ I said.
‘Does it feel good?’ he said.
I nodded, my eyes closed.
He continued to work with his tongue. I became more aroused. I soon reached a point where
the intensity became too much.
‘Stop,’ I said.
‘What?’ he said.
‘Come here,’ I said.
He came up close. I kissed him, which was a little strange considering where his mouth had
been just now.