Chapter 6

On Tuesday morning, as Raman left for office, the doorbell rang unexpectedly. Radhika, still in her robe, answered to find Amir standing on the doorstep, a nervous smile playing on his lips.

“Amir? What are you doing here?” Radhika asked, her tone cautious.

“I ... I need to talk to you about something important,” Amir stammered, his eyes darting around as if checking for eavesdroppers.

Inviting him in, Radhika led Amir to the living room. They sat down, the silence awkward and heavy. “What’s on your mind, Amir?” Radhika prodded, her patience wearing thin.

Amir took a deep breath, his voice low and urgent. “I want to continue from where we left off and help each other.”

Radhika’s eyes narrowed, her defenses rising. “What do you mean, help each other?”

“I won’t tell anyone, specially my Mom, but ... I need something more in return,” Amir confessed, his gaze pleading.

Radhika laughed bitterly. “You think I care about keeping it a secret anymore? Go ahead, tell everyone.”

Amir shook his head, his voice softening. “It’s not just about that. I ... I need your help. With ... with understanding women, with sex.”

Radhika stared at him, a mix of disbelief and curiosity warring within her. After a long pause, she sighed. “Fine. But this doesn’t change anything between us. You tell a word of this to anyone and I’ll make your life a living hell, I promise.”

Amir nodded eagerly, his relief palpable. “Thank you, Radhika. Thank you so much.”

Radhika led Amir to her bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. She motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed, her eyes glinting with a mix of desire and determination. Kneeling before him, she reached out and slowly unzipped his pants, freeing his erect member. Amir’s breath caught in his throat as Radhika wrapped her soft hand around his shaft, gently stroking him.

“Relax,” she whispered, her voice husky with arousal. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock, sending a shiver down his spine. With a teasing lick, she engulfed him, her mouth warm and wet as she took him deeper. Amir groaned, his hands gripping the bedsheets as Radhika’s skilled mouth worked its magic, her tongue swirling around him in rhythmic patterns.

After a few moments, Radhika pulled away, her lips glistening. “Next lesson,” she said, her voice a sultry command. She lay back on the bed, her robe falling open to reveal her nakedness. “Come here, Amir. Taste me.”

Amir hesitated for a moment, then crawled between her legs, his eyes fixed on her glistening pussy. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to touch her clit, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Radhika. Encouraged, he began to lick and suck, exploring her folds with increasing confidence, guided by her moans and the way her body arched towards him.

Radhika’s fingers tangled in his hair, her hips moving in time with his tongue. “Yes, just like that,” she breathed, her voice thick with pleasure. Amir felt a surge of pride and excitement, the taste and scent of her driving him deeper into his newfound role.

Finally, Radhika pulled him up, her eyes dark with desire. “Now, let me feel you inside me,” she demanded, positioning him at her entrance. Amir entered her slowly, his eyes locked on hers as he pushed into her warmth. Radhika’s legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on.

They moved together, their bodies syncing in a sensual dance. Amir started slowly, his strokes gentle, but as Radhika’s moans grew louder, he felt his control slipping. With a growl, he began to thrust harder, deeper, each movement fueled by her cries of pleasure.

Radhika’s body tensed, her orgasm cresting as Amir pounded into her. She cried out, her inner muscles clenching around him, driving him over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, Amir spilled inside her, his body shuddering with release.

They lay together, spent and satisfied, the air heavy with the scent of their passion. Radhika smiled, her hand resting on Amir’s chest. “Well done, Amir. You’re a quick learner.” Soon Amir was ready to go again, Radhika laughed at the exuberance of the youth and got into position on her knees.

“This time take me from behind.”

They spent the afternoon exploring each other’s bodies, Radhika taking the lead, teaching Amir the intricacies of pleasure and passion. Their encounters were intense, each lesson pushing Amir further into uncharted territories of desire.

By the end of the day, Amir lay spent beside Radhika, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and gratitude. “I never knew it could be like this,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.

Radhika smiled, her own desires sated for the moment. “There’s a lot you don’t know, Amir. But remember, this stays between us.”

As Amir promised, his voice solemn, Radhika watched him leave, her mind a chaotic mix of emotions and questions. She couldn’t help but think of her own son, Jay, the same age as Amir. Was he also a virgin, untouched by the complexities of love and lust? Or had he found someone to share his secrets, his body? The thought of Jay, her innocent boy, tangled in such adult webs sent a shiver down her spine.

The secrets she shared with Amir bound them in ways she never imagined, but they also opened a door to a world she had only glimpsed from afar. Her mind raced with possibilities, each thought a thread in the tapestry of her new reality.

On Wednesday afternoon, Raman came earlier from the office and rang Naveed’s doorbell. Raman’s heart pounded in his chest as he entered Noor’s house, the door closing softly behind him. The air was thick with anticipation, the silence of the empty house amplifying every sound. He moved swiftly towards the bedroom, his steps muffled by the plush carpet.

Noor, already waiting, her eyes dark with desire, stood by the bed. Her silk robe clung to her curves, a tantalizing promise of what lay beneath. Raman closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to cup her face, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that spoke of long-suppressed desires.

As their tongues danced, Raman’s hands explored Noor’s body, slipping under her robe to feel her warm skin. Noor moaned into his mouth, her hands fumbling with his belt, urgency building with each passing second.

They fell onto the bed, their clothes discarded in haste, revealing bodies eager for contact. Raman positioned himself above Noor, his cock pressing against her entrance. With a deep breath, he entered her, both letting out a sigh of relief and pleasure at the reunion of their bodies.

Their movements were synchronized, each thrust deliberate and full of need. Noor’s legs wrapped around Raman’s waist, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, soft moans, and the slap of flesh against flesh echoing off the walls.

Outside, unnoticed by the engrossed couple, Jay watched from the window, his presence hidden by the shadows. He had seen his father look around suspiciously before he rang the bell of Khan’s House. Jay’s curiosity peaked and he went around the fence to look inside what the deal was.

His eyes widened as he witnessed his father and Noor entangled in passion, a mix of shock and curiosity warring within him. Jay had developed a habit of coming in early and going to the next-door house to spy on Alia. He had a massive crush on Alia and enjoyed watching her from the window. But today he was in for the surprise.

Inside, Raman and Noor were oblivious to the voyeur, their world shrinking to just the two of them. Raman’s thrusts grew more forceful, driven by a primal need to claim Noor fully. Noor matched his intensity, her body arching towards him, her cries growing louder as she approached her climax.