ANANYA AND ROHIT'S LUSTY LOVE

 "So, what are your thoughts on this?" Ananya inquired of her patient as she sat in her plush mentalist's chair.

The young woman seated across from her said, "I don't know." "I mean, why would I be here if I genuinely knew the solution to that?"

Ananya gave herself a wry grin. It was a standard response she'd heard a thousand times in her profession. Patients who weren't at her clinic because they didn't know what they were feeling, but who couldn't deal with how they felt, often mentioned it.

"Rima, you're correct. So, how about we take a step back?" Ananya calmed down her patient. "How about you explain me why you came to see me in the first place?"

"Well, I'm here because I had sex," says the man. Rima sighed.

"Doesn't seem to be anything wrong with that?"

"There is, indeed! I'm not married at all "Rima spoke up a little louder.

"Are you expecting a child?" Ananya inquired. "Have you had any STDs checked out?"

"No, I'm not expecting a child, and no, I'm not a drug addict. However, that isn't the purpose." Rima spoke up again, but this time with a hushed tone.

Ananya didn't say anything to her patient and just stared at her. She was beginning to get a sense of what was hurting Rima, but she let her patient go.

Rima groaned again and felt tears well up in her eyes as she stared at her doctor. She'd never been so perplexed in her entire life.

"This wasn't supposed to happen this way." Through tear-streaked eyes, she continued. "I mean, we're head over heels in love. Why am I feeling this way when he means the world to me and I to him?"

"Rima, how are you doing?" Ananya gave her patient a gentle prod.

"I'm in a good mood. "I'm feeling guilty!" Rima mumbled, a tear gently running down her cheek "and began to cry, her head in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Why do you feel guilty?" Ananya asked after letting her cry and waiting for Rima to calm down.

Rima took a long breath and composed herself before looking her in the eyes and said "I'm an Indian woman, and I'm expected to be a virgin until I marry. Because what I've done is in direct opposition to everything my parents taught me. Because in Indian society, sex outside of marriage is considered forbidden. I feel as if I've betrayed myself, my family, and my culture."

Rima was a young woman of around 21 years old who had come to her with anxiety, paranoia, and sadness. She was an Indian-British, having been born in the Britain to Indian parents. Ananya knew what it was like for girls like Rima since she was one herself. They were caught in the middle of the past and the future, unsure of where they actually belonged. Being born in the BRITAIN made them as BRITISH as everyone else, but being of Indian ancestry, where conservatism was engrained in every fibre of society, often put today's generation at odds. The urge to fit in with the youthful set, to be "normal," frequently pits college-aged young adults against their Indian origin.

Lack of acceptance of facts was typically the foundation of the problem in cases like Rima's, which originated from a strict background. She was a young woman in love with a man she adored, and she had had an intimate experience with him. While there is nothing more gorgeous on the surface, cultural baggage has resulted in an unexpected conclusion. Guilt.

Ananya has discovered that the sense of guilt was often the decisive factor between happiness and unhappiness. Guilt never prevents individuals from pursuing their dreams. It simply inhibits them from fully enjoying the experience and consumes them afterward. It all comes down to one thing: guilt.

It's that simple.

In such instances, there was no right answer, and Ananya was well aware of this. She was always meant to be objective as a professional, but cases that hit so close to heart were always more difficult. Ananya had been in a similar predicament while she was in college a few years earlier. She had been around Rima's age when she and Rohit had consummated their love, and she had gone through similar emotions. She knew, however, that she loved Rohit with all her heart, and that anything done out of love cannot be evil or immoral. Rohit and her kept their romance going, which resulted in an engagement and a wedding in the future. Ananya's discovery was personal, and while she accepted it, she realised that traditionalists would never understand or accept it.

Ananya discussed to Rima about personal choices and realisations after taking a deep breath. While she never forced her personal beliefs on her patients, she did encourage Rima to think objectively and practically. Rima listened closely, and while she was not completely happy or consoled, she was grateful to have been pointed in the right direction.

Ananya sat down to take notes after the session, and as she was going over what Rima had said, her thoughts wandered back to college, when she had met Rohit. They had known one other for years and were in the same group of friends. Rohit was a law student who was bright and hardworking, a combination that propelled him forward quickly. Ananya has always appreciated his commitment. It didn't helped that he was tall (about 6'1), dark, and extremely attractive.

Rohit has a sweet spot in his heart for Ananya. She was entertaining to be around; she laughed at his jokes and was adored by everyone, particularly her family. Her parents adored her, and her younger sister saw her as a role model for everything. Rohit became closer to Ananya because of her nurturing and caring character. Ananya was no slouch when it came to appearances. She was taller than the normal Indian girl, at 5'8, and she complemented Rohit perfectly. Her dedication to working out on a regular basis resulted in a gorgeous hourglass body. Her dark piercing eyes and hair complemented her light skin well.

So, taking a risk, Rohit summoned the bravery to ask Ananya out on a date, which she gladly agreed. He picked her up with a bunch of roses and drove her to dinner in Manchester, followed by a drive across the Tower Bridge and ultimately London Eye overlooking the cityscape. Rohit was a gentleman, opening the door for her, taking her hand in his, and assisting Ananya to sit on the bonnet of his automobile. He felt Ananya tremble as the cool ocean breeze blew over them, so he removed his coat, slung it over her shoulders, and grabbed her in his arms. The couple conversed for hours, not as friends, but as two friends on the cusp of becoming something more, something much more.

Rohit peered into Ananya's eyes as the hour grew later and the moon shined brightly above, gently pulling her closer. Ananya leaned over him and rested her head on his arm, staring up at him, astonished at how comfortable she felt. Rohit felt like the luckiest man he knew as he looked at her moonlit face, the moon's reflection in her eyes, her complexion bright, her lips moist, and her breathing slow. He carefully lowered his head and kissed Ananya, crossing the border that had previously separated them as friends.

Ananya's body became numb and her mind went blank the instant his lips contacted hers. Then she felt jolts of lightning run through her body, bringing all of her senses to life. She softly drew him closer by running her finger through his hair. Their lips were riveted to each other as she felt his lips part in response. They kissed repeatedly, each more passionate than the other.

Rohit cradled Ananya in both arms and touched her lips with his tongue carefully. As she took in air, he felt her shiver in his arms. As Ananya's tongue contacted his, he felt it respond in kind. Rohit's growing manhood was beginning to take over his senses as her fingers ran through his hair and her tongue explored his mouth. Ananya's wasn't far behind, as she'd already begun to feel her femininity damp her crotch.

Ananya and Rohit parted their lips and realised they were both panting after making the tough decision. Rohit moved her locks away from her eyes as he ran his palm over her face. He knew he was in love since his date looked like an angel. Ananya had never felt so at ease with anybody before, and her heart knew she had found her soul mate.

The news spread that the two buddies were now formally dating. Both families were in favour of the union, and their acquaintances were equally enthusiastic. Things couldn't possibly get much better — could they?

Rohit was summoned to Dublin a few months later for a case he was working on for his Corporate Law class. Ananya decided to accompany him the last weekend Rohit was there because he had to fly there for two weeks. Rohit met her at the airport on Saturday morning (Ananya had flown red-eye) and drove her to his hotel room. Ananya was not fatigued because she had slept on the plane. The pair went out for breakfast after a short shower and change of clothes.

They went on a full-day tour of the city. They walked through Grafton Street  and up the Dublin Castle. They walked aroundSt. Patrick’s Cathedral  after taking the cab to The Temple Bar . They dined there. Rohit and Ananya returned to their hotel room after dinner.

While the day had been near-perfection for the two of them, this was the first time they had spent time alone at night since their relationship began. Children frequently live with their parents, as is customary in Indian culture. So, even though Rohit and Ananya were in college, they continued to live at home. Privacy has never been an issue, but it isn't tonight.

While sex was never on their minds, the pair was ecstatic to have their own space. Rohit scooped her up and carried her over the threshold while Ananya opened the hotel door. Ananya kissed his cheek and put her arms around his neck as he gently set her on the bed.

"Welcome to Casa Da Love, lady!" Rohit grinned.

Ananya joined in, "Oh my, how exquisite." "So, what could I expect from this high-end establishment?"

"Extremely high-end service is assured." Rohit's character remained the same. "However, Madam might want to refresh up and change into something more comfortable," I offer.

"That's a great idea," Ananya said and got out of bed. She went to the restroom and changed her clothing.

Rohit removed his clothing and changed into his night boxers. He dimmed the light and switched on the classical music station on the radio. Rohit and Ananya were both classical music fans who spent hours listening to compositions by Pandit Jasraj. He heard Ananya come out just as he was listening in the channel. He turned to face her and was almost taken aback when he saw her dressed in a silk navy blue knee-length nightdress with a sensuous side split and lovely lace panels. On top of the underwear, she wore a matching silk robe that was loosely wrapped at the waist.

Ananya simply stood at the entrance, admiring Rohit's bemused expression. She had spent a lot of time and work finding the right outfit for her night with him, and she hoped he would appreciate it. He got out of bed and walked over to her, which she observed.

Rohit couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Ananya. This was the first time he'd seen her in something so beautiful and exposing, and his initial emotion was genuine appreciation. Rohit fell even more in love with Ananya as he softly grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her forehead, her eyes still sparkling, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her smooth and gorgeous skin still radiating. He gently scooped her up and placed her back on the bed.

He moved to her feet after propping up a pillow to make her more comfortable. Returning to their game, he inquired, in a fictitious Irish butler accent,

"Would you like a foot massage, madam? It's been a long day thus far."

"Hmmmm, and how much would this service cost?"

"Though the pleasure of your company would be nice as a gratuity, madam, this is on the house." Rohit expressed his gratitude by bowing his head respectfully.

"Way to go, your services have been accepted." Ananya said, mockingly royal.

Rohit took Ananya's right foot in his palms and began caressing the top of the foot with his thumbs in a long, steady, firm stroke. He began at the tips of her toes and worked his way down to her ankles, sliding it away from him. With a lighter stroke, he retraced his steps back to his toes. Ananya closed her eyes and took a deep breath as he repeated the move a couple more times.

He cupped one hand under her heel to brace her foot and leg, taking this as a positive response. With the other hand, Rohit gripped the ball of the foot and carefully rotated the ankle in one direction, then the other. Ananya let out a long sigh as he felt her foot release in his grip.

"Thank you very much, my kind gentleman." She whispered something. She'd feel the tension she'd built up from walking all day dissipate totally.

"Thank you, my dear madam," says the speaker. Rohit was the one who responded. "It's my goal to make people happy."

He continued to massage the foot by grasping it beneath the arch. He held her big toe with his other hand, thumb on top and index finger beneath. He began pulling the toe from the base, slowly and firmly, sliding his fingers to the top and back to the base. He then gently pinched and moved the toe between his thumb and index finger, moving from the base to the tip and back.

Rohit applied his method on the remaining toes one by one, and as he moved down her toes, Ananya began to relax more and more. Ananya had closed her eyes and was completely absorbed in the soothing sensation of her foot being held in Rohit's strong arms. She had heard about the benefits of a foot massage from her more experienced friends, but this was her first time. She wasn't surprised, then, that the massage was both calming and stimulating for her. Small jolts were being delivered to her loins by the strokes, and her thong was doing nothing to mask her steadily increasing dampness.

Rohit continued to rub Ananya, completely unaware to the erotic charge he was giving her. He took her foot by the ankle and cupped it under the heel. He slid his other hand's index finger between his toes, back and forth in slow but strong strokes. Ananya was gently extending and spreading her other leg, and he caught a glimpse of her thigh as the nightdress rode up her leg.

He continued to hold her foot beneath the heel with one hand and pushed firmly with the heel of the other as he ran his hand along the arch of her foot from the ball off the foot to the ball off the foot and back again, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Ananya's eyes sprung open as she felt a painful jolt run down her leg and her loins constrict and pour out moisture.

"Wow, that was a great feeling." Ananya was finally able to take a deep breath.

Rohit answered, "Well madam, we are just half way done," and carefully took up her other leg, fighting hard to keep his arousal from coming through in his voice. He caught a glimpse of her underwear as he leaned down to pick up the foot. He believed he noticed a touch of dampness in the lace material, which was highly sheer.

Rohit, encouraged, massaged the other foot with the same care and precision as the first. He wanted to make sure Ananya savoured every moment of her trip with him. He could feel himself becoming stiff throughout the massage, but he resisted the impulse to grasp his lovely love in his arms and kiss her from head to toe.

Ananya had no idea how much better this night could get. The atmosphere was ideal, the music was ideal, her lover was ideal, and she was receiving the ideal foot massage. Rohit's finger strokes were both calming and arousing and exciting at the same time. She'd let go of any pretence of control and let her body to be free. Her thongs had become so saturated that they were beginning to bunch up in her slit. Her nipples alternated between being hard and soft. Her breathing alternated between deep and shallow, and the fact that she was in potentially perilous area had faded from her consciousness.

Rohit then lifted both of her feet, and she opened her eyes to find him kissing the tops of her feet and gently laying them on the bed, saying, "Hope that was to the madam's liking."

"It's not just liking, it's loving," Ananya said as she extended her arms in a warm embrace. "I believe it is now time for you to receive your gratuity."

As she threw her arms around him, Rohit carefully got on top of her and kissed her lips. This kiss wasn't soft, but it had the desperation that both of them had been building up. Their lips opened instantly, and their tongues began to dance around one another, probing their lips and mouths. Rohit leaned down and untangled her robe's knot, then pulled it off her shoulders. Rohit kissed Ananya's bare shoulder as she let it slide off her body. Ananya moaned as he planted slow lips on her shoulder, then the strap on her nightdress, and lastly the kiss on her neck.

"Oh Rohit," she exclaimed, her arms tightening around her boyfriend.

Rohit drew her down slowly and lay her down on the bed. Ananya moaned again as he gently sucked on her neck. Rohit traced a little trail from his love bite to her ear, the tip of his tongue moistening the nape of her sensitive neck. He tugged on her earlobe with his lips as he gently licked it. His tongue followed the outer curve of her ear, gently teasing it before gently nibbling on her earlobe again.

The sensuality of what Rohit was doing astounded Ananya. Her mind was racing out of control, and her body was already riding high on a wave of pleasure that was showing no signs of abating. Rohit's lips went from her ear to her forehead, then he kissed each of her eyes sensuously softly. Her cheeks were next, then her nose, and finally her chin. Ananya lifted her head up, anticipating his lips on hers, but Rohit only hovered over her. She opened her mouth after he parted his lips. She tried again to kiss him, but he shifted his head just out of reach.

"Please kiss me, honey, I want your lips," Ananya pleaded softly, raising her head even higher, her lips parted and tongue fluttering in the air.

Rohit had had enough and pressed his wide mouth into hers. The intensity of the kiss was something that could only be experienced by young lovers. This was their chance, their chance to shine. There was nothing else that mattered, nothing else that existed. He belonged to him, and she belonged to him. Body, mind, and spirit are all intertwined.

The lovers wrapped their arms and legs around each other and kissed. Ananya stroked her fingers up and down the naked back of her boyfriend, gently stroking her nails on his flesh. Rohit's fingertips could feel the silk fabric glide over his angel, but he couldn't determine where the nightdress ended and her skin began. To his touch, her perfect skin felt smooth and silky, yet much hotter.

He caressed her ass with his hand slipping under her nightgown. His hands were going up and down her smooth back and sensual ass cheeks as their lips and tongues continued their onslaught. Ananya responded by kissing him even more fiercely when he softly pinched her ass with his hands. Rohit ran his fingers farther down her ass crack till he came across her very wet panty-covered pussy, which he softly stroked. He stroked her pussy and placed his finger on her clit, enjoying the wetness on his finger.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssssssssssssssssss", Ananya groaned as they broke their kiss. She kissed Rohit passionately, sucking his tongue into her lips, and looked at him with lustful eyes. Rohit's cock was becoming harder by the second, and it was staining his boxers. Rohit pulled up the nightdress over her head, making her as topless as he was, while still running his hands over her back and butt.

TO BE CONTINUED.......

PART 2