‘Why not come and see for yourselves?’ said Roopa smiling.
‘We’ll come after you settle down,’ said Ramaiah joining them. ‘I hope you’re making the best of life.’
‘You should know,’ said Janaki to Roopa, ‘how your father is worried about you.’
‘No need for that,’ said Roopa thoughtfully. ‘He looks after me famously.’
After bath, in her anxiety to rush to Sandhya, Roopa joined her mother in the kitchen to pressurize her to speed up the cooking. But hardly could Roopa eat what her mother so fondly served her in time, and rushing in a rickshaw, she reached Sandhya’s place only to fumble in greeting Damayanthi at tête-à-tête with a guest.
When Roopa began to hop up the steps to Sandhya’s room, Damayanthi in concern sounded caution, and told her guest, ‘She’s Roopa, Sandhya’s friend, looks like they are born for friendship.’
Storming into Sandhya’s bed without a word, Roopa overwhelmed her in a cyclonic embrace and buried her head in her sharp valley and excited by her touch for which she was craving, Sandhya wanted gratification for her soul as well with the timbre of Roopa’s tone. However, even as Sandhya parted her sensuous lips to initiate a dialogue, Roopa in all eagerness to savor them, closed in on them for deep kissing, and even when her lips were set free, Sandhya couldn’t give vent to her feelings past monosyllables as Roopa went on probing her labia with her craving tongue. But when Roopa’s clamor rent the air as Sandhya plunged her tongue into her surging vulva to savor its flavor, they both had gratifying feeling.
‘Oh!’ said Sandhya in embosom with Roopa. ‘It’s as if it were ages.’
‘How true,’ crooned Roopa into Sandhya’s ear, ‘that you make me die for you!’
‘I’m going crazy craving for you,’ said Sandhya longingly. ‘How I started wishing that you weren’t married!’
‘Wonder how we failed,’ said Roopa fondling Sandhya, ‘to make it before I was trapped in the wedlock.’
‘Better late than never,’ said Sandhya fondling Roopa, ‘but, still we have so much life left for us.’
‘If only,’ said Roopa in apprehension, ‘our men wink at our escapades.’
‘Why not I,’ said Sandhya joking, ‘marry a blind one?’
‘Jokes apart,’ said Roopa in speculation, ‘what if your ‘would-be’ spoils the party?’
‘Why,’ said Sandhya mirthfully, ‘I would walk out on him. Are you for that?’
‘Won’t I make Sathyam blind,’ said Roopa mystically, ‘literally and otherwise as well.’
‘Why soil the hand and then go for the soap,’ continued Sandhya in the same vein. ‘I will remain single.’