Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Adrian

Today is my wedding with Christina, the most beautiful unsullied maiden I had ever laid my eyes upon. I am very fortunate and happy for marrying her but at the same time anxious too for an undisclosed fact - An important verity that had been eating up my mind since inception of our relationship the gospel truth that I hid from her since the commencement of our association. Will she ever forgive me for my irrevocable sin?

Flashback

It was one of those very cold rainy days in New York during December last year. Since Christina's advent in my life I haven't touched any woman. Though we were not often in touch with each other due to my over powering busy schedule, I considered her my girlfriend. There was nothing physical between us except a sharing of kiss once in a while but both of us knew in our hearts we were meant for each other.

I was returning home from office and Sherlock invited me to one of the famous clubs in the city to have a drink. It was a weekend and the club was heavily crowded. Not that I was interested in any woman but it felt weirdly satisfactory to have sexy lasses move around.

Both of us sat on each of the bar stools discussing various things starting from family to business and everything under the sun. As I watch the almost naked girls Sherlock looks at me in question raising one of his brows, his typical act to scorn at me when I was openly wrong. Never mind, he is my childhood friend, the one who holds the right to tease and the one who embraces me with shit.

God has created the world attractive and there is nothing wrong to admire the nature's beauty when we have no sinful intentions. Isn't it? And that includes approbation to a pretty colleen. One drink became two and two went to three as we rolled into deep conversations. Finally I had no idea on how many drinks I had consumed. My head began to feel light and dizzy.

Sherlock left after a while. His wife was pregnant and he had those typical husband duties to attend to. Earlier I would have complained, surely grumbled about the marital stuff but not anymore. Even though I haven't touched Christina as yet I have already started imagining a family with her. I was sipping my drink and saw a woman through the transparency of glass approaching me.

My libido was instantly on fire. I tried to adjust my pants without anyone noticing but it was a lame attempt for the number of drinks I consumed. "Babe what for are you restraining yourself? Come let us rock this night together." She spoke in her sultry voice. I grumble. "Please leave, I already have a girlfriend." and push her hands away.

"You did not recognize me?" The surprise was clearly heard in her voice but she goes promptly balanced. "Oh you are so the old fashioned." There was now the dejection. I wasn't sure of what my feelings were but I was unhappy by her despondency. "Aren't you smart enough to know the ways?" Her voice transforms enthusiastic instantly and so velvety that felt so mesmeric. Was this the effect of drinks that I had? "She wouldn't know anything unless you discuss the things with her." She replied altruistic.

"Hmm" my eyes weren't even in a position to look at her, they were dropping down to the floor. I clumsily get out of the stool as she drags me to one of the secluded areas of the club and then to a private room. My hands were around her shoulders. With my ardour hitting the bloom, my arm slides lower on her body feeling her super soft chest. My erection went on a haywire and I lightly squeeze her inviting globes.

"Hmm" a sexy moan escapes her throat. "What is your name sexy?" I ask her occupied by deep lust. "Any name that you want to give me." She coos near my ear and bites it. "That's so much fun." I go along with her. "I will call you Chris, Christina. That is the name of my girlfriend."

"Oh it seems like you love your girlfriend very much." Her throat suddenly went dry and she lights a cigarette pulling out the smoke off her lips. But I wasn't the one to mind. Jealousy and women compete with each other on who is first in the ranking. Nevertheless this is only a one night stand. I will empty my sexual frustration and tomorrow everything is history. No one will know about this. I am neither going to meet nor see her ever again. It is just a satisfaction of physical desires and we are matured adults who would respect each other's privacy.

We move into a room which was scantily luminous. There was no light or just a bed light but who cares. I am not here to admire her beauty or write an essay on it. I only want her curvaceous sexy body. Within seconds both of us go naked in the stark black erotic room. I fondle her breasts sucking licking and nibbling on them with my violent tongue rolls. I kiss her lips like a carnivore.

"Baby you smell so good. Your scent reminds me of a bitch I was fortunate to lose in my school." She goes stiff in a matter of seconds and I run wet kisses from her ears to her jaw line to loosen her. "Don't worry I have nothing to do with her. She was just.... someone from my past."

I rub her clit that was running out its sexy juices. "Oh you smell so delicious baby." My voice roars occupied by passion. "All yours" she tells and takes another puff of smoke before placing her cigarette between my lips. "Ride me" she commands as I lick clean her dripping juices. "It has been so long." She sighs as though she was reminded of someone in her past. "You had always been so good in that Adrian." She points to her cunt and my mouth. I was appalled. How did she know my name?

If I was completely conscious I could challenge anyone, I saw fear in her eyes but just for a moment. She pours herself a drink and hands me another glass with a smile that can send a man to his knees in mere seconds. "You don't remember? You told me your name just minutes ago." I sip the whiskey that makes my throat burn. Did I? May be..Then drop a little of it on her super soft bristols and lick it.

She pulls her head back and goes in chuckles. "You are enjoying it. Don't you?" I ask in expectancy and start banging her. The room rumbled with her moans and my groans. After several rounds of thrumming orgasms both of us lay in each other's arms with our eyes closed in satisfaction.

*****

I open my eyes the next day morning with the ring of my phone in my pant pocket. Looking around I find I was in a different room which wasn't my bedroom and then I feel a familiar feminine scent hitting my nostrils. Why can't I stop thinking of her? I look down at the girl who was cocooned in my arms and then.... My world stops. Fuck...What did I do? How could she... How did I... Words went to a quiescence struck in my throat.

It was an irreconcilable transgression, an immoral act I can never excuse myself of. I run my hand on my head tiredly. What have I done in a foolish shake of befuddle? Winning Christina's pardon is far away question. Will I be able to forgive myself for this debacle? Lighting a cigarette I reach the balcony and dial his number. "Sherlock I have done a blunder."

"What is so big a mistake you have done that you are calling me this early in the morning?" He asked me exhausted. "I slept with someone." I blurt out my words in trepid. For a moment there was no response on the other line. Did the line shut off? "Sherlock?.." He doesn't let me finish. "You are an imprudent son of a gun, shameless rascal... What is the reason you are going to give to Christina for this witless act? Don't you know to keep yourself in check?" He kept ringing profanities in my ear.

"Sherlock please...I have something more to say." I growl pulling the hairs out of head. "What could be a better gaffe than what you have already played?" I could already feel him on the brink yet my mind was tottering to empty the content.

"I slept with Amaira yesterday without protection. Please never let this truth out to Chris."