Memory Lane
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My friend from Boyhood, live and work in a suburb of Toronto, Canada. We are like twin brothers. Even though we follow different religion. He is a big executive of a internationally based company. We talk to each other almost every week. In the meantime, I had to do a fellowship course, in the University of Illinois, USA, Springfield campus. In a summer holiday, he came to visit me with his family and insisted me to go to Canada with him. He said, he had a big surprise and gift for me.
He did not elaborate. Since it was holidays, I agreed to go. We crossed the border by Detroit-Winsor tunnel and drove through route 401 within southern Ontario State, in Canada. After driving hour and half, we reached in a smaller city in Ontario. In order to protect our privacy and identity, I am not mentioning the city name in Canada and changing our real names. My fried pulled over to a service area and talked to someone by his cell phone before we reached there. We pulled to the driveway of a nice house.
My friend walked to door and pushed the buzzer. I was right behind him. The person who opened the door was none other than my childhood friend Protima. Even though, it took few seconds to recognize each other. It was almost nineteen years, last time I met her. We embraced each other for longtime. Tears were rolling down to her eyes. She had three kids, two teen agers. Later that day, I met her hubby, a real gentleman. Readers, let me take you to the old memory lane. I am Prodip.
My childhood friend was Shahed. Our home was next to one another. We used to go to school together, play together, study in the same class. Pretty soon, we got another companion Protima. Her father was a govt employee and rented a flat, very close to us. Protima was a bit wicked like, I myself. We were friends in no time. Same class, same school, we used to walk to school together. Shahed was a bit intelligent, grave and reserved in nature. We were like’ Trirathna’.
We used to play indoor as well as some outdoor games together. Sometime we fought. We had a inseparable bond. Protima used to say, she would marry both me and Shahed, when she get older, in order to stay together. Our parents used to laugh about it. We were young at the time. Things started to change quickly, when we were reaching puberty. Protima used to get angry when me and Shahed together without her. I would get very jealous, if Shahed was with Pritima alone. Even though Shahed was silent but we could feel his rage, finding me and Protima together.
Just to make me upset,o nce Protima and Shahed hid themselves, hugging in an empty plastic barrel, under a staircase. When I was able to find them, I slapped them hard. Shahed was scolding me but Protima was fighting and hit me back. She was just developing her breasts. In order to defeat her, I quickly graved breasts by my both hands and held them very tight. I did not know what the hell I was doing beside revenge. Protima was not able to release herself and started to cry. Shahed bit my hand and separated her .I had a gut feeling that what I did was not right. It was a three way tie.
We held each other and cried. We did not complain to anybody. Next day, Protima lifted her frock and showed us the deep bruising on her chest and said, it was still hurting her. I regretfully touched her breasts with passion. For some unknown reason both of our body shivered. I felt so good to touch them. Protima closed her eyes. Shahed probably was the matured one among us, he quickly dispersed us and advised we should not be touching a girl’s chest.
But in me, I developed an absolute and serious attraction for her breasts from that day. I always tried to see, touch or smooch her breasts anyway I could. Another occasion, Protima hugged me and I was rubbing my face on her tiny boobs. We both felt good, she was holding me in her chest. I had a sense that what we were doing was not right but I liked it anyway. I was with my mom, at my maternal uncles house for couple of days. Protima’s family went to the local cinema hall to watch a film taking Shahed with them.
When I heard, Shahed and Pritima sat together and watched a movie, I got ridiculously jealous. To me Protima used to like Shahed, more than me. I did not understand the female character. Shahed used to ignore Protima but I always liked her, wanted to be with her. Still, Protima loved Shahed more than me. I didn’t know how far it was true but the feeling used to hurt me. Later, all three of us went to watch a movie. We were growing up. It was getting tough to convince our parents. Shahed and me were in both side of Protima.
After half an hour, shahed started to dose around. I was trying to attract Protima to me but, she was holding Shahed’s left hand. That made me very unhappy. I laid out a different plan. Shahed went to his relatives. A foreign film was running in our cinema hall. I asked Protima to watch that movie with me. She said, let Shahed come back we would watch together. I said, I asked at the hall counter, they would change the movie, day after that. I said, the movie was excellent I heard. We need to watch it.
We had tough time to convince our parents for a afternoon show, but was able to get the permission at last. There wasn’t much people in the hall. We moved to the last row at the corner. We were having soft drink and snacks. I held my hand on her shoulder. A man and a woman were kissing in the screen. I placed my head on her shoulder. She pulled me closer. My face touched her neck. She was running her fingers in my hair.
Those were twin, luxury seats, no hand rest between us. I am pretty sure, we did not know what the hack we were doing but, by instinct we pressed our lips together. In a minute, our lips were wet. Protima started to suck my lips. It felt so good. The aroma in her mouth, sweet taste of saliva was amazing. I few minutes, she held my face on her chest. From past experience, I was dying to touch her breasts. I started to slowly press her boobs over the cloths. She was moaning slowly. I pushed my hands inside her kamiz. She held my hand on her chest and said,”Dipu, It feel so good.”
I was touching her belly, lower abdomen and eventually on her triangular crotch over her salwar.
She spread her legs a bit and shivered tremendously. We did not know what was our destination. We were doing it from instinct. I was rubbing her pussy, it was wet .Due to the people nearby us, we sat back. She was touching all over my body. I pushed my hand inside her salwar. Her slit was so soft and velvety, the feeling was out of the world. I could not describe it now. While touching my body, she found my steel hard penis. She asked me,” Dipu, is this your penis?
Why it so hard?” She opened my zipper and grabbed it. I was in heaven. I don’t have language to describe the feeling. Protima instinctively started to stroke slowly up and down. I was rubbing my middle finger in her pussy lips. She was moving her waist around the chair and moaning slowly. She was saying,”Dipu, I feel like going to the bathroom.” I said,” Me too.” But we kept rubbing one another anyway. I suddenly inserted the tip of my finger in her cunt. She gave out a sigh with ahhhhhh and pressed my hand on it. Her pussy was secreting some kind of juice. I asked her,”
Priti, have you pee on my hand?” She said,”No.” Protima was stroking me little faster. Suddenly I felt a pressure and released some westerly substance in her hands. It felt so good, I closed my eyes. Protima yelled at me, with anger,”Dipu,you are a pig. You pee’d on my hand.” I said,” Sorry, I did not do it willingly. It just happened.” She had a handkerchief in her purse, wiped out as much as she could. I was trying to push my finger inside her slit but, she was holding me back.She was told me she was feeling very good. She was shivering when I was touching her rigid part of upper slit(Clitoris) and holding my hand.
Her pussy was so juicy that when I pushed my finger little hard, it went right in. She growled aloud. I quickly held her mouth. A woman was looking at us ,even though she was a bit away to understand anything. Protima slowly started to cry and yelled at me that, I hurt her bad. I removed my hand, held her face on my chest and kissed her to make her happy. We were not watching the movie at all. We were busy with ourselves. I closed my zipper. It was intermission in a couple of minutes.
We both were scared to see blood in her groin area. I held her hand and console her. She stayed there ,I went to the bathroom, got some wet and dry napkins. She cleaned herself as much as she could! What we did that day, was a forbidden act, we realized from our instinct. I was urging her not to tell anybody about it. She agreed and said, we could talk to our good friend, Shahed. I said,no. She was silent. In a month or so, Protima’s father was transferred to a different far away city. That was a heartbreaking news for all of us. Protima was so adamant, she told her parents she would stay here alone, with her friends.
But reality was obviously different. She had to go. We were crying like five years old, holding Protima, when she was leaving. We had a chance to meet each other after five years. She was a real heartthrob for all of us. A stunningly beautiful young girl. She was hugging both Shahed and me, and shed tears. We had communication with her till higher secondary. Then as we got fully matured, we lost touch with her. Then, here we are. Together again, probably for the last time in our life. I was nostalgic as hell within myself. Please feedback at
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