One Indian Girl(22)

I guess it was too late. He pulled down my panties. He removed his trousers and underwear. I had not seen a naked man so up-close. I wanted to get a good look, more as an anatomy lesson. However, he held me tight and continued to kiss me. His hands moved higher on my thighs.

‘Your legs are so soft,’ he said. I decided to take a life membership at Completely Bare.

He touched me between my legs. The Brazilian had made everything smooth.

‘Wow, you are wet,’ he said.

I wasn’t just wet. I was soaked. The good girl in me wondered if he would judge me for it.

He bent and brought his face closer between my legs.

‘What are you doing?’ I said.

‘Huh? Going down.’

‘Down where?’ I said.

‘Down. There.’

‘Really? Your mouth? There?’

‘Yeah. Just relax.’

I can’t really describe the next ten minutes. His tongue felt the exact opposite of the brutal waxing strips. Every flick transported me to a state of extreme pleasure. Why don’t people do this all the time? Wow, why didn’t anyone tell me sex feels so damn good?

He put a finger inside me. I winced once.

‘Careful,’ I said.

‘Does it feel good?’ he said.

I nodded, my eyes closed.

He continued to work with his tongue. I became more aroused. I soon reached a point where the intensity became too much.

‘Stop,’ I said.

‘What?’ he said.

‘Come here,’ I said.

He came up close. I kissed him, which was a little strange considering where his mouth had been just now.

He climbed over me.

‘May I?’ he said.

Was I going to have sex? Had I finally grown up? But wait, should I?

‘I have protection,’ he said.

Damn, did the guy anticipate this? Was I too easy?

‘I happened to have it in my wallet,’ Debu said, as if reading my mind.

I didn’t want to think anymore. I gave him the slightest nod.

He entered me gently. It hurt a bit. Frankly, his tongue had felt better. However, this is what people call sex, I thought, so I guess this is what we have to do.

Radhika Mehta, you are finally having sex, I said to myself and mentally high-fived. It felt like a major milestone in life, on par with getting into IIMA or scoring Goldman Sachs. Or distressed debt. Will that job be tough? Okay, why am I thinking about distressed debt when there is a man in me?

‘You feel so amazing,’ he said.

I was glad he felt that way. As for me, I couldn’t see what the big fuss was about sex.

How do I ask him to do that ‘going down’ stuff again? Is it too late? What is the protocol in bed?

His strokes became faster. He gripped me tight on my shoulders and groaned. I guess he had had an orgasm. He gasped for a few seconds as he went lax on me.

‘Wow,’ Debu said. ‘Amazing, isn’t it?’

So, how did I feel after having sex the first time? Well, you know how you sometimes wait for a big Salman or Shah Rukh movie for months and then it finally arrives? You go for the first day first show, and then the movie is not bad, but not so great either.

‘Yeah, was amazing,’ I said. I guess it’s just polite to agree with people in bed.

He slid off me and lay on the side. He stared at the ceiling. We held hands.

‘You are wonderful. Thank you,’ he said.

‘Thank you’? What on earth was that? Is the show over? Why is he plopped like a phone without charge now?

‘Was it good?’ I said.

‘I repeat, amazing. I am so spent and finished.’

‘Finished?’

‘Satisfied, I mean,’ he said.

‘Debu.’

‘Yeah.’

‘Can you make me spent and finished too? Please?’

‘Huh?’ Debu said. He turned to me, surprised.

‘That going down thing you did. Can you do it a bit more?’ I said.

‘Sure, baby.’

Good. I guess that didn’t make me the shy and coy girl all Indian girls should be. Maybe it even made me seem like a slut. However, I would rather be a spent and finished slut than a good but frustrated Indian girl.

Five minutes later, I moaned out loud too. Wow. I pressed his head hard between my legs. My legs shook, and then my whole body. Okay, so this is what an orgasm feels like.

‘How are you?’ he said.

I hid my face in embarrassment.

‘What? I said, “How are you”.’ He laughed.

‘Spent. And finished.’





9


Two months later


‘We are stuck in this MegaBowl deal,’ said Jonathan Husky, vice president and my boss in the Distressed Debt Group.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked the time. It was 7 in the evening. I had to meet Debu in an hour. It seemed undoable.

We sat in the meeting room of the Goldman Sachs Distressed Debt Group. From the Goldman side, there was Jonathan, Clark Smith, who was another associate in the group, and me. We also had a representative from each of the seven banks that had lent to MegaBowl, a Boston-based builder of bowling alleys. While people who played in their bowling alleys had fun, their creditors had a different story. MegaBowl had defaulted on fifty million dollars’ worth of loans.