“Mmmmm … you are so thick and hard,” whispered Rita huskily.
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“Why didn’t you take advantage of me last night?” she went on, “this is the reward for being such a gentleman dearest Roy…”
She continued for a while and then suddenly went further down and cupped his testicles, and in one swift motion sucked them into her mouth, one at a time.
“Oh Jesus, I am in heaven!” moaned Roy.
She licked him from base to head in wet strokes and her tongue tickled the joint where his foreskin met the glans.
“Can’t take it anymore,” Roy muttered and pulled her face to his. Their lips pressed against each other and their tongues waltzed to the music of love, lust and longing.
He could feel her soft breasts and hard nipples against his bare chest and his hands reached to fondle them gently, his thumb and index finger softly rolling the hard nipples.
Rita got up slowly; Roy could see her shapely silhouette against the first light that entered through the window. She held her hand out to him…
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“Roy George Philipose, come make love to me…”
In spite of his longing, Roy couldn’t help reminisce who had called him by his full name last, and smiled as he dutifully followed her to the bed.
Once on the bed, it was Roy’s turn to pleasure his diva. He started by holding her right breast gently up and rolling his tongue around its base tantalizingly. He could taste the slight saltiness of her skin and his nostrils could sense the remnants of her imported perfume.
“Mmmm … Roy, you love my boobs, don’t you?” asked Rita, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
“Is that a rhetorical question?” replied Roy in between licks, “who wouldn’t love these lovely soft mounds?!”
Roy’s tongue worked its way upwards from the base to reach her hard, erect nipples but he teased her choosing to lick around them.
“Mmmmm … suck my nipples baby,” she cajoled.
“Not yet, my princess,” he teased.
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“No, now!” demanded Rita and cupped his face and thrust her nipple into his mouth.
“Heeeeaaaaven!” She moaned as Roy obliged her by sucking and licking her nipple at the same time.”
He proceeded to do the same to the other nipple and within a minute he could feel her body stiffening as she moaned “I love it when you do that… Oh Roy, I love you… Ohhh God, yesssss!”
But Roy wasn’t done yet. His tongue moved to her soft belly, caressing her navel while she squirmed and moaned with pleasure.
He then lowered himself, spread her legs and cupped her buttocks under her and pushed them upwards gently towards his waiting tongue. His lips enveloped her hardened clitoris and his tongue danced to the tune of her heaving.
“Oh Lord… have mercy!” moaned Rita.
Her day old pubic stubble brushed against the nerve endings of his tongue and he liked the sensation. She moaned and stiffened for the second time in 10 minutes.
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“Roy, where were you my whole life…” she whispered, “nobody has made me cum like this
… Mmmm.”
“The best is yet to come,” he said hoarsely and placed a pillow under her butt to elevate her.
“Gently, my dear,” she said and guided his hardness into her. Even though she was not used to his thickness, she was so wet that he had no difficulty entering her.
“Wowwww, this feels so good…” she moaned.
Then she did something that she had read in an issue of Cosmo Woman that blew Roy completely off.
She tried out what was called the ‘Kegal trap’ by the magazine. It meant relaxing her vaginal muscles as he entered and tightening them when he withdrew. With each stroke she milked his organ. Roy had never experienced such pleasure and could not last more than five minutes. With a loud groan he ejaculated massively into her.
She used her kegals to squeeze dry his spent organ inside her for a few more minutes till she shuddered and came for the third time.
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When Roy rolled over, she rolled on top of him and placed her head on his chest, her lovely black mane engulfing his body.
“Where on earth did you learn to do that?” he asked incredulously.
“A woman is allowed to have her secrets,” she quipped back, pecking him softly on his lips.
Spent and content, they spoke for a little while before Roy realized that Rita was snoring ever so softly, still with her head on his chest and his arms wrapped around her. He drifted too.
They woke up at around 10:00 am when the room service attendant knocked on the door.
The waiter carried with him a tray of continental breakfast for two and a flask of piping hot coffee.
“Compliments of Mr Shetty,” the waiter smiled knowingly and left without waiting for a tip.
All the dancing the previous night and the early morning prancing had worked up a great appetite in the couple and they relished the hearty breakfast.
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After breakfast, Rita filled the bathtub and told Roy “Come, my dear, lemme give you a bath.”
But it turned out to be the other way around as Roy sat back with his legs around her and Rita leaned against him. He poured warm, soapy water on to her breasts lovingly and fondled them and rolled her nipples.
“You know Roy, my boobs must be really clean by now,” she teased as she pushed back harder so that she could feel his hardness against her. They tried to do it in the tub, but found it too confining and uncomfortable.
“Wish they had a Jacuzzi,” said Roy.
“If wishes were horses…” she replied with a naughty glint in her eye, “I’d still prefer to ride you!” as they dried themselves impatiently and moved to the couch.
“Let me do the riding,” Roy demanded and pushed her on to her knees on the couch softly.
“Men are such dogs,” came the reply as he held her curvy love handles slid his hardness into her.
This time, despite her kegal expertise, Roy thrusted hard into her for almost 20 minutes. She
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was completely at his mercy and at one point, the pleasure was so intense that Rita almost lost consciousness for a few seconds. She had orgasmed not once but twice before he groaned and ejaculated forcefully into her.
“Roy, you get a gold medal for being the best lover in the world.” She said, shaking her head in disbelief.
“I prefer Silver,” laughed Roy “I rather come second!” and hugged her.
“Stay away!” She cautioned in mock anger, “Or I will be aroused again and never be able to go home.”
It was almost noon. Roy called the bell boy and gave him the car keys and asked him to get Rita’s overnighter to the room.
Half an hour later, they left the hotel. By then Rita had changed into her casual clothes. When they reached the reception and asked for the bill, they were told that it had been taken care of.
“Must thank the Shettys,” murmured Roy.
Their car was already waiting for them at the gate and they drove back to reality!
This time Rita took the wheel and Roy sitting next to her could notice the glow on her makeup shorn face, ‘This is why they say sex makes your face glow’ thought Roy.
Rita noticed him looking at her and elbowed him on the ribs with her left arm, “Stop staring…” she admonished with a smile, “you are making me horny!”
They shared a hearty laugh. They were happy, content, satiated and completely in love.
Rita dropped Roy outside the garage, reluctantly he got out.
“When do we meet again?” he asked.
“As soon as possible,” she replied with a wink and drove away. He felt emptiness when he saw the small red car disappear around the bend.
‘I guess this is what love feels like…’ he thought and was glad he had experienced it.
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As he walked into the office, Husain, one of the teenaged technicians ran towards him and yelled breathlessly, “Roy sir … Roy sir … your father is very serious and admitted at St. Mary’s Hospital.”
Since the office van was not parked there, Roy immediately hired an auto rickshaw and proceeded to the hospital. As he neared the hospital, he could see the white Maruti van with the FCN logo painted on it parked near the main gate.
As he rushed inside, he was met by Chika.
“At around noon, we got a call from your neighbour Mr Parab that your dad is not opening the door. When we reached there and broke the door open, we found him unconscious in his bed. Immediately, we carried him out and admitted him here. He is pretty serious and in the Intensive Care Unit. We tried calling you, but the receptionist at KP said that you had just checked out.”
Roy thanked Chika, and went towards the ICU. The nurse outside did not allow him in, saying that the doctor is examining his father. Roy waited for the doctor to come out.
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Dr Srivastav was an experienced doctor. He knew Roy well from the Prakash episode. “Your father is very serious,” the doctor told Roy, “He is suffering from what is known as Primary Biliary Cirrhosis (PBC) caused by excessive alcohol abuse and his liver has collapsed.”
“Isn’t there anything you can do?” pleaded Roy, “A transplant, perhaps, I can arrange for the money…”
“Come into my room, let me explain…” said the doctor, walking past him. Roy and Chika followed.
Once in the room, Dr Srivastav opened a chart of the liver and explained its working to them.
“The liver is perhaps the most resilient of our body parts. It takes years of abuse to destroy it. Applying for a transplant is not an option as there is a huge waiting list and your dad needs it very urgently.”
“So, what are our options?” asked Roy.
“The good news is that, he may not need a full transplant. Even a partial transplant from a matching healthy donor can do because the
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liver is capable of regenerating itself. But getting a matching living donor in such short notice is difficult, unless he/she is a relative.”
“What are the repercussions for the donor?” asked Chika, he had read Roy’s mind.
“Very minimal,” the doctor replied, “a few months of care and the donor’s liver will regenerate itself to its normal size.”
He continued “but yes, the donor and the receiver have to be monitored during that period, take regular medications, should abstain from alcohol and vigorous activity and should comply with a low fat diet.”
“I will do it,” said Roy, “Doctor, can you conduct the test to find out if I am a match?”
“You are a noble soul, Roy,” the doctor smiled, “I think there is a 90% chance that you will be a match because you are his son, we will also have to conduct an Indocyanine Green (ICG) retention test, to check if your liver is healthy enough to be transplanted.”
“But most important thing is that despite your noble sacrifice, you father should have the will
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to change his lifestyle completely if he wants to live.”
“I will make him understand,” promised Roy.
It took two days of intravenous antibiotics to curb the infection and get George conscious again. During that time Roy was tested and his liver was found to be healthy and a perfect match. George was delirious throughout, calling out to Philomena and Mark. Roy was constantly on his bedside comforting him.
When he did come to, he snubbed Roy and did not talk to him.
When Roy went out for lunch, Sister Gracy, the head nurse who also hailed from Kerala and knew the family, gave George a piece of her mind.
“All your life you have treated that boy like shit. And yet, he has not left your side in the last two days. He has paid over Rs 20,000 as deposit and he has to arrange another 50,000 for your transplant. Without the transplant you will die, George and guess who’s donating half his liver to save your worthless life? Yes, the same boy!”
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“Frankly, I don’t know why he is risking his own life to save yours. I am sure you don’t deserve it! Now, if you are half the man you think you are, stop living in the past and embrace the future with your son.”
That day George looked at his younger son closely, “You have your mom’s soft eyes,” he told him with tears in his eyes, “and her kind soul.”
“But you gave me your complexion,” complained Roy in jest and they laughed together for the first time in their lives.
In the next three days, the father and son came to know each other. They spoke for hours, joked and shed tears together.
Before they were to be prepped for surgery, George hugged Roy and begged forgiveness for not being a father to him. Seven years after Mark’s death, Roy felt that he had a family.
The surgery went off well. Roy had to be monitored for a week, so had to remain admitted for that period. Rita came to visit Roy whenever time permitted. Roy preferred that she did not come often as that would lead to tongues wagging.
George on the other hand needed close monitoring for a month and since they had nobody at home Roy preferred that George remain in the hospital. When he was taken out of ICU, Roy shifted George to a private room in the hospital, under the direct care of Nurse Gracy.
He could also see a friendship blooming between them, which he approved. He realized that if George has to be rehabilitated, he would need stability at a personal level first. And of all people, Gracy was the one who could bring that stability to George.
Roy liked Gracy. She was just under 40 and a spinster. She actually wanted to become a nun but since all the young girls in Kerala at that
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But this was not the love that he had ever felt. He did not even know if he could feel it either. Gogo had never mentioned it. No one had portrayed to him the deep and the light shades of the rainbow they called love. He felt he had been alive as a zombie until that day, living only as an automated body, a machine that had been prepared to wage war against human sentiments. Had he just begun to be human? He wondered. He looked at Eva’s face and her delicate shoulders strewn with her black hair as she read him the sublime poetry of Romeo and Juliet. He picked her up and asked her not to stop as he fondled her breasts and she continued to read to him. That evening he made love to her very gently: serenely, delicately, musically and wet. After she had laughed herself to satisfaction and he felt sure that she was contented, he asked her to lend him that volume of Shakespeare’s works. She obliged.
In the days to follow Brohum sank himself in the sea of Shakespeare. His voracious appetite seemed to be increasing with every word he read and he stood tantalised every time he faced Eva’s great library. In the evening they would lie naked in the bath and would talk of nothing but the great sonnets; gradually there began to be formed a layer of philosophy and aesthetic sense on his otherwise indifferent approach to things. He wondered at times whether Gogo had meant his books to be read by him in his mature youth. Whenever he asked himself that he felt sure that Gogo would not have kept them from him forever.
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