One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

He climbed over me.
‘May I?’ he said.
Was I going to have sex? Had I finally grown up? But wait, should I?
‘I have protection,’ he said.
Damn, did the guy anticipate this? Was I too easy?
‘I happened to have it in my wallet,’ Debu said, as if reading my mind.
I didn’t want to think anymore. I gave him the slightest nod.
He entered me gently. It hurt a bit. Frankly, his tongue had felt better. However, this is what
people call sex, I thought, so I guess this is what we have to do.
Radhika Mehta, you are finally having sex, I said to myself and mentally high-fived. It felt
like a major milestone in life, on par with getting into IIMA or scoring Goldman Sachs. Or distressed
debt. Will that job be tough? Okay, why am I thinking about distressed debt when there is a man in
me?
‘You feel so amazing,’ he said.
I was glad he felt that way. As for me, I couldn’t see what the big fuss was about sex.
How do I ask him to do that ‘going down’ stuff again? Is it too late? What is the protocol in
bed?
His strokes became faster. He gripped me tight on my shoulders and groaned. I guess he had
had an orgasm. He gasped for a few seconds as he went lax on me.
‘Wow,’ Debu said. ‘Amazing, isn’t it?’
So, how did I feel after having sex the first time? Well, you know how you sometimes wait for
a big Salman or Shah Rukh movie for months and then it finally arrives? You go for the first day first
show, and then the movie is not bad, but not so great either.
‘Yeah, was amazing,’ I said. I guess it’s just polite to agree with people in bed.
He slid off me and lay on the side. He stared at the ceiling. We held hands.
‘You are wonderful. Thank you,’ he said.
‘Thank you’? What on earth was that? Is the show over? Why is he plopped like a phone
without charge now?
‘Was it good?’ I said.
‘I repeat, amazing. I am so spent and finished.’
‘Finished?’
‘Satisfied, I mean,’ he said.
‘Debu.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Can you make me spent and finished too? Please?’
‘Huh?’ Debu said. He turned to me, surprised.
‘That going down thing you did. Can you do it a bit more?’ I said.
‘Sure, baby.’
Good. I guess that didn’t make me the shy and coy girl all Indian girls should be. Maybe it
even made me seem like a slut. However, I would rather be a spent and finished slut than a good but
frustrated Indian girl.
Five minutes later, I moaned out loud too. Wow. I pressed his head hard between my legs. My
legs shook, and then my whole body. Okay, so this is what an orgasm feels like.
‘How are you?’ he said.
I hid my face in embarrassment.