One Night Stand

(A sizzling story must read forall youth::sent to me by my friend )

It was 3:30 am, summers of 2006. My sleep had been lost and my heart was pounding in its full excitement. For the last 4 hours I was on my bed with her. It was like a long-cherished dream come true. Her name was Eva(though this wasn‘t her real name, I used to call her lovingly with this particular name) and she was Spanish. She was my first love. I had been seeing her for the last ten months. That summer, she was very kind to me, for she agreed to unravel all her secrets to me someday. And that night, her kindness was par excellence as she dissolved all my moments of wait. I still vividly recall those moments, Eva was sitting on my lap, her very touch was giving me an exotic pleasure. My fingers moved all around her neck, as rapidly as they could, trying to feel her with all my senses alive.

She was astonishingly beautiful and definitely very very sexy, but that night she was looking totally different to me, the curves of her body arousing my senses(anybody would lose his sleep after grasping that). After hanging around with her for almost 10 long months, I finally succeeded in winning her. I could not believe myself as all my fantasies were being fulfilled. I used to spend countless hours with her on a daily basis to pursue her to let me someday have fun with her, but she took her time in gaining her faith on me. My perseverance at last won her and she finally agreed to divulge herself to me. With her on my congested single-bed, she made it easy for me by being very cooperative. I bolted the door from inside and shut the windows, and without any further delay I began. I did all kind of hammering and bending on her and she was still supportive. She too wanted somebody to love her with all his passions, and that day I fulfilled all her desires. Touching the curves of her body was a sensation out of this world. While fondling her, my eyes remained closed while my soul danced in the music of happiness. I sang all the romantic songs I knew just for her, while she swayed her body in the melody and accompanied me.

Our fun was short-lived(game over in just 6 hours), as at 5 ‘o clock, somebody knocked the bolted door. Terrified, with her still lying on my bed(stark naked!) I dared to open the door(with my exhausted fingers!!!), having no option for her to hide. It was my Mom, banging me with a straight-forward question, “What the hell are you doing with your door closed?”; I tried to provide the best possible explanation to stop her at the door, but she pushed me aside and entered the room to be shocked at seeing Eva lying helpless on my single bed(and that too without anything to cover her bare body). I was caught red-handed, but still I could not hide the excitement of my first night-stand.

I blushingly exclaimed to my Mom, “Mom, I was having fun with her!!!”, pointing to the sexy five-feet Eva with her six-strings intact and her giraffe-like long neck slimy due to the continuous friction from my hand. She was lying naked on my bed with her cover lying on the floor(She was looking sexier from distance with all her curves beautifully crafted). I was looking and longing for her when my Mom pulled my ears and said, “So it was you who was making all the noise! You didn’t care that others were sleeping?” I had no answer. I looked at Eva, but her face faced my Mom, she kept looking at my Mom with her mouth open in a circle but alas she did not have a tongue to counter my Mom‘s scolding.

I just smiled back at Mom because of the eternal joy I had with my first love : my first girl-friend, when she unravelled all her secrets to me. That was the time I realized that I could play any song on her as I won a special place in her heart !

I got my first real six-strings
Got it tuned and tried all the tricks
Played it till my fingers bled
It was summer of 2006
If I got the chance
I would always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life

There are lots of P.S. to be written,but you people enjoy....dis tym no P.S.

Will u die for me??

Prelude
They are a happy couple. Just married - three years ago. Both of them were supposed to have an arranged marriage, but each of them - on the day of their marriage - fell in love. With each other. Their arranged marriage metamorphosed into a love marriage and nobody could even get to know about it. They are in love ever since.

He is a bit logical, with his mind being curious deciphering various facets of life; while she prefers thinking with her heart. She is an ardent believer in God, while he is an atheist, rather an agnostic, after-all he needs logic to believe anything. They are opposite in almost every respects, and perhaps that's why they make such a perfect couple.

One Fine Day
They were sitting in the drawing room, she was cutting the vegetables while he was peeling peas with his logical mind lost in decoding yet another mystery.

"Will you die for me?" He asked out of nowhere. The sharp knife in her hand came to a stand-still. Her eyes were questioning his question, as if it were repugnant. She could not think with her heart this time, rather she did not want to.

"I'll certainly kill you if you talk about 'death'." She pointed the knife towards him making him comforted that his death was imminent.

"Honey, I am not kidding. Please answer. Will you die for me?"
"What kind of question is this?"
"Please don't get irritated. I want an answer, I have something in my mind."
"You and your mind. A helluva combination. You already know the answer! I'll certainly." She said, with her mental blackboard sketching her death in all possible permutations.
"Hmm."
"Was that what you wanted to assure? Satisfied?"
"Not yet. One more question. A difficult one this time." He said.
"Ah! Another headache approaching. Shoot, I've no options left."
"That's like a good wife. So here is my question - If you had been given a choice between these two things - Me dying for you or you dying for me, what would you've chosen?"
"You're sick. What is the matter with you? Why these sudden talks about death?"
"No questions. First answer my question." He dominated.
"You're never gonna mend - will always remain weird. By the way, the question was not so difficult. In fact, not at all. I wonder you even have to ask. I will let you live honey and a thousand times over. I will do it without any second thought."

"Gotcha! This is where my BIG question comes. Don't you think that you are acting selfish by letting me live because when you will be gone, you'll stay in peace. While, I will be tortured not to find you anymore for my entire life, with nothing but your memories burning my heart every moment. You are choosing the easy path buddy. This way you want me to face more misery, don't you?" He struck the bull's eye.

"But your parents will need you. My parents will miss me but my brother will look after them." She tried to think with her mind.
"Suppose there are no obligations at all. Then what will you choose?" He was much better at thinking with his mind.
"Still I'll let you live because in this way, I'll have some peace in the other world until you come and join me." She taunted. She forwent the option of thinking with her mind.
"Come on. Answer me seriously! Will you let me live and die everyday missing you more and more than ever?"
"Hmmmmmmmmmm. You have thought it out very well."
"This is a paradox." He said with pride, as if he would be awarded the Nobel Prize for this brilliant discovery. Noble Prize for love. Alas, there is no such category, otherwise she would be a recipient of a thousand of them.

She was lost - in thinking - this time with her heart. Suddenly, she said, "No, it isn't."

"What? You've an answer to this! Interesting...so what's the catch?" His pride was transformed into the curiosity for the reply that was to come.
"Well, the catch is my love does not need my presence. It is in fact your strength, not your weakness." Her heart gave sound defeat to his logic. He however was not convinced.
"I did not understand"

"I know you are dumb. Listen carefully this time - in my absence you will miss me but you'll realize in some time that I never want you to miss me in a way that hurts you but in a way that inspires you to make a meaningful life, fulfill all those dreams and do all those things that I couldn't do. Love is not for fretting over, rather it is to help you feel alive forever." Her words left him spell-bound.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" He asked.
"No, but many other guys did tell me that - actually, too many times!"

"Naughty." He exclaimed naughtily and tried to catch her, she ran away and they played Chor-Police in their drawing room for a while, until the chor caught the police. The chor hugged the police, the most endearing embrace ever.

"You're bad, but I still love you." He said with his voice full of emotions while the hug was still on.
"Promise me that you'll always love me like this."
"Always, I promise. And you promise me you'll miss me in a way that'll inspire you to make a meaningful life, fulfill all those dreams and do all those things that I couldn't do."

She was stunned. She didn't make the promise. Why would she? She didn't find his last line pleasing at all.

"What? What do you mean by that?" She said being a bit horrified.
"Honey, I have been diagnosed with final-stage pancreatic cancer. I've got just two months to live."

Her tongue parched, her feet stiffened, her eyes turned wet, her hug became tightened holding him tauter than ever before. She was standing there in a fix. She did not know what to say, what to do or what to hope for. Her heart sank - sank deep within her heart. She could not locate it, nor did she try. She just held him close to her sunken heart, trying to make him rediscover it within her. The wet eyes, the heavy breath and the emotional setback brought more tears and she cried raining her trapped emotions into his ears - as loud as possible.

"Duffer. You screamed directly into my ears. You fool, I was just kidding that time. What do you think, I would leave you so soon? I have a whole lifetime to pester you again and again." He laughed extravagantly.

"I hate you! I hate you jerk!" She struck his toes hardly with her feet. He jumped in pain of that ping, but nevertheless he relished it. Her embrace became the tightest ever.

"I love you. Your jerk has found another jerk for himself."

Her sunken heart found a saviour in him, and she was delighted, primarily because the saviour was he - himself. The tears of heartbreak turned into tears of immense joy, and started flowing more and more.

Her heart was throbbing in joy - so loud - that even he could hear it. She was happy as never before and he was happy as never after. The joy of getting him back made her the most blessed woman of this world, while he gave his logical mind a rest by laughing and eating the peas which he had peeled earlier.