43 UnWelcome Detail (1/2)

It was the sixth night of the week. There was no work today. I came from college and stayed in my room, waiting for Amaan's call. She and I met up in front of the house. It was to the buffet first. And then to the shopping. Then to a bookstore. Finally, a movie. And then back home. We'd part with a kiss and go to bed.

I knew something was wrong when I set my eyes on her. she was annoyed. She was not pleasant like always. She also felt cagey.

Her car was waiting for us. We sat on either side of the back seat. The engine started pulling the vehicle and I, like always, extended my hand at Amaan. She'd always hold it for the while we drove from place to place. But this time she slammed her hand against mine and swatted it out of her personal space. She turned around and started glaring outside of the window on her side. Dejected, I did the same.

The streets glittered like milky way. Different sizes and colors of lights illuminated the almost darkening sky. It was all the same that I saw everyday, except one anomaly. Just before we took an exit from our street, I spotted a boy. He was the same chatterbox boy who was in my class. He had his backpack and was still in his clothes that I saw at college.

I opened my mouth to mention the uninteresting fact but closed it immediately. Something was bothering Amaan, and her sour mood could affect our whole evening. The buffet was silent. We didn't talk much. The shopping was uninteresting. it took a bookstore to cheer her up. I mentioned how I liked Japanese comics called 'manga'. After spending money on thirty manga volumes Amaan was feeling much better. We skipped our movie and instead got some dinner. Then we headed home with our books.

We were standing in front of the main gate. Her head maid was handed all the books while me and Amaan basked under the chilly winter sky. The moon was half visible, emitting enough light for me to read the uneasy feeling on Amaan's face.

”I guess I should ask you to come inside. It was a date after all,” Amaan said.

”Is that right? Well, you don't have to play with the social etiquettes around me. I know you are tired of your meeting in the afternoon. And you'd prefer to go to bed. So, I wont force you for the cup of coffee.”

”Madonna, I really have something that I want to show you,” Amaan said smilingly.

”Oh Yeah, what is it?”

Amaan grabbed my hand and led me inside. The steps she was talking were not those that I was familiar with. They were peppered with restlessness and anxiety. It was the best guess since I could not see her face. It never crossed me that it could be curiosity.

That is what was across the board when we entered her room and she directly led me to a secret door. She made sure I was not peeking and carefully plucked a long, wiggly pink double ended dildo. I could not help but get attracted by the serpentine device.

I shot look at Amaan, and then at the dildo. Then again at Amaan.

Her eyes were beaming with curiosity.

”Amaan, why do you have it?”

”It's our sex partner. Just to spice it up.”

I put my palm at on my forehead. What I was about to say would probably piss her off.

”Listen, I don't do dildos well.”

She tilted her head slightly, seeming cute, and asked,” Why not?”

”I-”I hesitated to give out the explicit details of my past so casually. I chose not to bother with the detail.

”-Just because. I don't mean to blow you off. And I do appreciate you are covering your bases. But I don't see myself anywhere near this device.”

Amaan was dejected. But she nodded softly and muttered I do. I was barely able to listen to it but didn't delve into it.

”Amaan, good night?” I asked, wondering if we were ready to retire for the night.

”Hmm,” Amaan agreed with me.

I turned around and started walking towards the door. I had taken only couple of steps when I turned my head left and the small trash bin. It would have been same if I didn't catch something else in it. Without missing a beat, I turned around and walked towards the bin to reaffirm my doubt.

They were right.

It was a condom, sitting on top of the mountain of paper.

It was stretched. Up to around four inches.

I picked it up and marched to Amaan. She saw the piece of latex between my index and middle finger. Closing the secret cupboard from where the dildo came from, she turned to look at me.

”What it this?” I asked. I was not polite.

”A condom,” She casually explained the fact that I already knew.

”What is it doing in your room?”

”Why? Is it uninvited?”

My temper was raising by the second.

”Stop. And answer.”

Amaan raised her right hand and carefully placed under my chin. She closed the gap between our noses and stared directly in my eyes. I was going to retract just like always but stood my ground for the explanation I clearly deserved. The doubt that was in my eyes came through with a twitch in my neck, making Amaan smile.

”I don't owe you an explanation, Madonna,” she declared.

The fear I was trying to fight away came gushing back.

”Please, tell me.”

”Oh! Now you want to plead. Fine, I'll tell you.”

She took her face away from mine and spoke,” I was trying it out. On myself.”

Heh?!

What?!

”Why?”

”I was curious?!”