Lakshmi skipped as she walked down the tree-lined avenue in Lokhandwala towards her boyfriend's small house and had to check her directions; she had only been there once before and it had been dark then. Since that time Varun had expressly forbidden her from going back, saying that he lived in a dangerous part of the town and that she would be at risk if she visited.
Lakshmi didn't feel in any danger. The road was well lit and although the Sun had long since disappeared below the horizon, being replaced with a fearsome wind in the night sky, there were enough cars and people about to make her feel safe. She had thought of ringing him and asking him to meet her at the bus stop but that would have spoilt the surprise – it was his birthday in three days and although their relationship was new, she wanted to treat him. She wanted him to not expect her and then offer him a present, and a night of lustful satisfaction.
She felt a warm glow as she remembered how they had met, two lonely pairs of eyes glancing at each other over the dance floor in the University party. He looked rugged but appealing and she had watched as he walked around the sweaty, writhing masses of drunken students and sat down next to her in the seat vacated by her friend who was now just a few feet in front of them doing wild pelvic thrusts to the music.
He had smoothly introduced himself, told her that she looked lovely and offered to buy her a drink. Lakshmi felt under a spell, few people ever came up to her to talk to her, she was "too flat-chested" for men to take a real interest in her, and gleefully accepted his charm.
Varun enticed the girl onto the dance floor and plied her with drinks, causing her classmates to look on enviously. It was unheard of for the diminutive girl "to pull" and they not find anyone to even dance with but despite the obvious attempts at ensnaring attention, they had not managed it with ever shortening skirts or increasing cleavage.
Lakshmi was whisked away at the end of the night, barely able to stand up and leaning on her date, into the town centre and then guided back to her house. Varun had taken the opportunity to wrap his arm around her and although he certainly felt her left breast as she walked, made no moves on the drunken girl. Lakshmi was too drunk to notice and if it wasn't for her address on her provisional driving license, Varun would have had no idea of where to take her.
Varun had calmly deposited the girl with Nina, her red-headed house mate, who had had to be raised from her bed, and left his phone number on a piece of paper in her purse. She had been too paralysed to notice that evening and he'd wondered if she'd notice as he had idled back to his house a mile and a half away.
Lakshmi had rung his mobile, and ended up arranging to meet him in the small Irish pub for a late lunch the following day, which they had ended up with Varun taking her to feed the ducks at the nearby pond. She warmed to him; he was kind and calm with her and certainly arranged to meet him again as he seemed genuinely interested in her.
Their trip to the cinema ended up with them at her house in bed and for the following month they had met every other day on campus, in town or at her house but she had only been to his house once, but had not been inside.
Lakshmi had not had a proper boyfriend since she'd had left the Pune to go to University in Mumbai and found the new relationship exhilarating. She loved finding out about her partner, his likes and dislikes. He was enchanted by her tattoos on her waist and she was thrilled he loved her back massages.
She was still reluctant about being naked around him. She was only a 34A cup size and most of her friends were much bigger. Although she used to "fill out" with "chicken fillets" and padded underwear, she didn't want him to see the real her, no matter what he said about liking all of her. Men lied and if breast size was not important then why was Ayesha so popular?
Due to her self-image, their carnal activities were conservative and conducted with Lakshmi retaining a degree of coverage, whether it be her nightie, top or bra. She just couldn't be naked, much to her new partner's frustration.
Lakshmi held the present in her hand; she had three days without lectures and she knew Varun was similarly unoccupied. They could have two nights together and she could meet his house mates. He talked a bit about them but she had never actually met them.
She'd written the directions down when they had had to visit him a couple of weeks ago and she looked up to see number 32, a terraced house with a battered Maruti in the drive. Lakshmi smiled and strode up to the house, knocking loudly; she could hear music from inside and bit her lip. Varun would be surprised to see her.
There were footsteps behind the door and Lakshmi steadied herself, ready to throw her arms around Varun and kiss him on the lips, to slide her hands over his body and grin expectantly at him. She waited and watched as the door opened.
There were two shrieks, one from a shocked and unprepared Lakshmi, the other from a large naked girl standing in the hallway, faced with not her boyfriend but the shocked face of a stranger.
"What is it?" Varun asked, appearing from the lounge and Lakshmi's eyes widened, he was naked as well. "Lakshmi?"
"Varun?" Lakshmi called and stared at his unclothed body. "What the hell... ?" Lakshmi didn't quite know how to finish when a third naked person arrived from behind Varun, a completely flat-chested diminutive girl with freckles and a long brown hair.
"What is it? It's cold, come back to the warm," she cooed and Lakshmi shook her head slowly.
"No wonder you never wanted me to come here," Lakshmi started and threw her present – a bottle of whisky - at her boyfriend's feet. "You were cheating on me all along!"
"No!" Varun cried out but Lakshmi had turned on her heels. Without thinking the muscular student pushed past his house mate and ran down the end of the drive, still naked in the icy wind. "Lakshmi, come here!"
Lakshmi turned out of the driveway and started walking down the street when Varun caught up with her. She pushed his hand away as it touched her arm and carried on walking but he was insistent. "Lakshmi, it isn't what it looks like."
"Oh come on," she scoffed. "What else is there? You naked with a couple of girls?"
Varun took a deep breath and gave a shiver. "Can we go inside please, it's cold."
"No," Lakshmi said firmly. "I've got nothing to say to you."
Varun took a deep breath. "Well I've got something to say to you. To show you. Please." He looked at her with imploring eyes and Lakshmi shook her head, going to move away from him. "I'll keep following you until you talk to me," he told her. "And it is fucking freezing out here. It being November and in Lancashire, after all."
"Well you shouldn't be naked then," Lakshmi barked back. "And screwing those girls!"
"I'm not. Please Lakshmi. Come back for five minutes, I want to explain. And you can ask the girls, I am not cheating on you. But I do have something to tell you," he pleaded again, shivering.
Lakshmi took a deep breath and suppressed a titter at his shrivelled appendage.
"OK," she muttered and Varun put his icy arm around her. There was a toot of a passing car horn. Even for a town that consisted mostly of students, the sight of a naked man escorting his clothed girlfriend was not a common sight.
As they walked in, Lakshmi saw the girls were sitting in the warm lounge, silently watching them. She gasped in shock as she saw another naked woman sat in the armchair, her features well defined by the flickering from the fire burning brightly. "Take a seat," Varun offered and Lakshmi screwed up her face.
"I'd rather not," she said and Varun closed the door to the lounge and then persuaded her to sit down. He knelt down next to her and looked at her in the eye.
"I am not a cheat. I'm a nudist," he told her, his heart beating furiously and licking his lips. He took Lakshmi's cold hand in his and looked into her eyes. "I promise I have not touched my fellow house mates, but we live together in the nude. All day, and that is why I never wanted you to come here. But I never touch them."
Lakshmi grunted and went to speak but Varun took her hand to his mouth and kissed her hand. "We met last year and found we all wanted a nudist lifestyle," the chubby girl told her and they looked at Varun and then Lakshmi.
He introduced the chubby girl as Tanushre who grinned back and offered Lakshmi a drink. She stammered, not quite sure what to say and Varun nodded. "Glass of wine please," he asked and then introduced the small-breasted girl as Oenaa and the obscenely beautiful woman sitting in the corner as Lathika. "There is Robert as well but he is at his girlfriend's pad, he's coming over later."
Tanushre returned with a glass of wine for Lakshmi and she took a huge gulp. "Why didn't you tell me?" Lakshmi asked and Varun shrugged.
"It is not easy to tell someone you live in the nude. I do my essays wearing nothing, I write text messages and e-mails to you naked. Hell I even cook and eat naked. It's not easy when you first meet someone, I scared my last two girlfriends away by being a 'bit unusual'," he told her, making his point with hand gestures. "I didn't want to scare you away."
Lakshmi bit her lip and Lathika looked across. "My boyfriend didn't like it, so we don't date any more. I would've thought he would've wanted to spend all day looking at my body but he said 'no it wasn't right' and that was that."
Lakshmi nodded and gulped the rest of the wine in her glass which Tanushre refilled. "I'm sorry," Lakshmi muttered. "I shouldn't have accused you."
Varun forced a brief smile. "No, I wouldn't cheat on you. But you see why I couldn't tell you." Lakshmi ran her hands through her hair and looked at her partner with a smile. "You see why when I said I don't mind what size breasts you have, I mean it.
Lakshmi didn't feel in any danger. The road was well lit and although the Sun had long since disappeared below the horizon, being replaced with a fearsome wind in the night sky, there were enough cars and people about to make her feel safe. She had thought of ringing him and asking him to meet her at the bus stop but that would have spoilt the surprise – it was his birthday in three days and although their relationship was new, she wanted to treat him. She wanted him to not expect her and then offer him a present, and a night of lustful satisfaction.
She felt a warm glow as she remembered how they had met, two lonely pairs of eyes glancing at each other over the dance floor in the University party. He looked rugged but appealing and she had watched as he walked around the sweaty, writhing masses of drunken students and sat down next to her in the seat vacated by her friend who was now just a few feet in front of them doing wild pelvic thrusts to the music.
He had smoothly introduced himself, told her that she looked lovely and offered to buy her a drink. Lakshmi felt under a spell, few people ever came up to her to talk to her, she was "too flat-chested" for men to take a real interest in her, and gleefully accepted his charm.
Varun enticed the girl onto the dance floor and plied her with drinks, causing her classmates to look on enviously. It was unheard of for the diminutive girl "to pull" and they not find anyone to even dance with but despite the obvious attempts at ensnaring attention, they had not managed it with ever shortening skirts or increasing cleavage.
Lakshmi was whisked away at the end of the night, barely able to stand up and leaning on her date, into the town centre and then guided back to her house. Varun had taken the opportunity to wrap his arm around her and although he certainly felt her left breast as she walked, made no moves on the drunken girl. Lakshmi was too drunk to notice and if it wasn't for her address on her provisional driving license, Varun would have had no idea of where to take her.
Varun had calmly deposited the girl with Nina, her red-headed house mate, who had had to be raised from her bed, and left his phone number on a piece of paper in her purse. She had been too paralysed to notice that evening and he'd wondered if she'd notice as he had idled back to his house a mile and a half away.
Lakshmi had rung his mobile, and ended up arranging to meet him in the small Irish pub for a late lunch the following day, which they had ended up with Varun taking her to feed the ducks at the nearby pond. She warmed to him; he was kind and calm with her and certainly arranged to meet him again as he seemed genuinely interested in her.
Their trip to the cinema ended up with them at her house in bed and for the following month they had met every other day on campus, in town or at her house but she had only been to his house once, but had not been inside.
Lakshmi had not had a proper boyfriend since she'd had left the Pune to go to University in Mumbai and found the new relationship exhilarating. She loved finding out about her partner, his likes and dislikes. He was enchanted by her tattoos on her waist and she was thrilled he loved her back massages.
She was still reluctant about being naked around him. She was only a 34A cup size and most of her friends were much bigger. Although she used to "fill out" with "chicken fillets" and padded underwear, she didn't want him to see the real her, no matter what he said about liking all of her. Men lied and if breast size was not important then why was Ayesha so popular?
Due to her self-image, their carnal activities were conservative and conducted with Lakshmi retaining a degree of coverage, whether it be her nightie, top or bra. She just couldn't be naked, much to her new partner's frustration.
Lakshmi held the present in her hand; she had three days without lectures and she knew Varun was similarly unoccupied. They could have two nights together and she could meet his house mates. He talked a bit about them but she had never actually met them.
She'd written the directions down when they had had to visit him a couple of weeks ago and she looked up to see number 32, a terraced house with a battered Maruti in the drive. Lakshmi smiled and strode up to the house, knocking loudly; she could hear music from inside and bit her lip. Varun would be surprised to see her.
There were footsteps behind the door and Lakshmi steadied herself, ready to throw her arms around Varun and kiss him on the lips, to slide her hands over his body and grin expectantly at him. She waited and watched as the door opened.
There were two shrieks, one from a shocked and unprepared Lakshmi, the other from a large naked girl standing in the hallway, faced with not her boyfriend but the shocked face of a stranger.
"What is it?" Varun asked, appearing from the lounge and Lakshmi's eyes widened, he was naked as well. "Lakshmi?"
"Varun?" Lakshmi called and stared at his unclothed body. "What the hell... ?" Lakshmi didn't quite know how to finish when a third naked person arrived from behind Varun, a completely flat-chested diminutive girl with freckles and a long brown hair.
"What is it? It's cold, come back to the warm," she cooed and Lakshmi shook her head slowly.
"No wonder you never wanted me to come here," Lakshmi started and threw her present – a bottle of whisky - at her boyfriend's feet. "You were cheating on me all along!"
"No!" Varun cried out but Lakshmi had turned on her heels. Without thinking the muscular student pushed past his house mate and ran down the end of the drive, still naked in the icy wind. "Lakshmi, come here!"
Lakshmi turned out of the driveway and started walking down the street when Varun caught up with her. She pushed his hand away as it touched her arm and carried on walking but he was insistent. "Lakshmi, it isn't what it looks like."
"Oh come on," she scoffed. "What else is there? You naked with a couple of girls?"
Varun took a deep breath and gave a shiver. "Can we go inside please, it's cold."
"No," Lakshmi said firmly. "I've got nothing to say to you."
Varun took a deep breath. "Well I've got something to say to you. To show you. Please." He looked at her with imploring eyes and Lakshmi shook her head, going to move away from him. "I'll keep following you until you talk to me," he told her. "And it is fucking freezing out here. It being November and in Lancashire, after all."
"Well you shouldn't be naked then," Lakshmi barked back. "And screwing those girls!"
"I'm not. Please Lakshmi. Come back for five minutes, I want to explain. And you can ask the girls, I am not cheating on you. But I do have something to tell you," he pleaded again, shivering.
Lakshmi took a deep breath and suppressed a titter at his shrivelled appendage.
"OK," she muttered and Varun put his icy arm around her. There was a toot of a passing car horn. Even for a town that consisted mostly of students, the sight of a naked man escorting his clothed girlfriend was not a common sight.
As they walked in, Lakshmi saw the girls were sitting in the warm lounge, silently watching them. She gasped in shock as she saw another naked woman sat in the armchair, her features well defined by the flickering from the fire burning brightly. "Take a seat," Varun offered and Lakshmi screwed up her face.
"I'd rather not," she said and Varun closed the door to the lounge and then persuaded her to sit down. He knelt down next to her and looked at her in the eye.
"I am not a cheat. I'm a nudist," he told her, his heart beating furiously and licking his lips. He took Lakshmi's cold hand in his and looked into her eyes. "I promise I have not touched my fellow house mates, but we live together in the nude. All day, and that is why I never wanted you to come here. But I never touch them."
Lakshmi grunted and went to speak but Varun took her hand to his mouth and kissed her hand. "We met last year and found we all wanted a nudist lifestyle," the chubby girl told her and they looked at Varun and then Lakshmi.
He introduced the chubby girl as Tanushre who grinned back and offered Lakshmi a drink. She stammered, not quite sure what to say and Varun nodded. "Glass of wine please," he asked and then introduced the small-breasted girl as Oenaa and the obscenely beautiful woman sitting in the corner as Lathika. "There is Robert as well but he is at his girlfriend's pad, he's coming over later."
Tanushre returned with a glass of wine for Lakshmi and she took a huge gulp. "Why didn't you tell me?" Lakshmi asked and Varun shrugged.
"It is not easy to tell someone you live in the nude. I do my essays wearing nothing, I write text messages and e-mails to you naked. Hell I even cook and eat naked. It's not easy when you first meet someone, I scared my last two girlfriends away by being a 'bit unusual'," he told her, making his point with hand gestures. "I didn't want to scare you away."
Lakshmi bit her lip and Lathika looked across. "My boyfriend didn't like it, so we don't date any more. I would've thought he would've wanted to spend all day looking at my body but he said 'no it wasn't right' and that was that."
Lakshmi nodded and gulped the rest of the wine in her glass which Tanushre refilled. "I'm sorry," Lakshmi muttered. "I shouldn't have accused you."
Varun forced a brief smile. "No, I wouldn't cheat on you. But you see why I couldn't tell you." Lakshmi ran her hands through her hair and looked at her partner with a smile. "You see why when I said I don't mind what size breasts you have, I mean it.