The moment she removed her pallu, I realized she forgot to wear the bra inside the blouse.Instead of pointing it out, I encircled the tape on her brea...t and tried to take the measurements. I didn’t want to lose the opportunity to feel the breast again. While doing it again my fingers touched her soft boobs.Son: Mom, you didn’t wear the bra (as if I just realized it)Mom: Oh, my bad, I forgot to wear it.I asked her to wear the bra and come back again. She went to the bedroom and didn’t come back. Aaroe chumu kha.” Amit amar gale, nake, chokher pataye, thonte chumur ajsoro chumu khelo. Amit nijer shakishali hath diye amake joriye dhore nijer oopr tene ene amake khoob kore chumu khelo. Ami amader khela take aro agubar janno Amit ke bollam, “tor jeeb ta amaar mukher modhhey dieye de.” Amit khoob taratari amar kotha guno bujhe nichhilo. Se jhat kore amar mukher moddhe nijer jeev ta dhukie dilo. Ami bujhte parchilam je tar mujh theke or mujher ras amar mujhe dhukche aar ami pagol hoe. Only this time she was lying on her back with her hands cupping her breasts and her legs were bent at the knees and falling apart––like she was beckoning for me to slip between them. If not for the barely audible mumble of the TV, I would not have known it was on. I was so fixated on her crotch, I could think of nothing else until the flicker of an attractive female flashed across the screen. It was some dating infomercial. The girl on the screen looked like Meagan––well an older version of. ‘Yeah, he used to live in this building way before you moved in with me. We were pretty close, but…’ Blaine paused to unbutton the first few clasps on my shirt. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my beating heart, but once she leaned down to suckle on the tip of my nipple, it was useless. Blaine did things to me that no man ever did. Not sexually, but emotionally. No guy I’d ever been out with gave me butterflies, or made me laugh the way she did. I might not have been experienced, but Blaine.