Page 76 of 12 Years
‘Harder,’ she said.
Even though I was the ‘boss’ in the scenario, I followed everything she said.
‘Have I been a bad girl?’ Payal said.
‘Yeah, you’re so bad,’ I said as red marks appeared on her bottom.
‘I’m so turned on, spank me harder,’ she said. I was super turned on too, and about to enter her from behind.
The bedroom door pushed open. Payal’s parents entered the room.
‘Mom!’ Payal turned her head and screamed, still naked and on all fours on her bed.
Initially, I didn’t realize what had happened. I think I spanked Payal once even after her parents had entered the room. It took me a few seconds to register reality and understand that I was in a really messed-up situation.What am I supposed to say?Hello, Uncle. Hello, Aunty. I would like to introduce myself. I’m Saket. I was just about to mount your daughter from behind, that too in your own house. Would you like me to be your son-in-law?
‘Payal!’ her mother screamed, her mouth and eyes wide open.
To the men reading this: Guys, I hope you never, ever find yourselves in such a situation. However, just in case you do, let me tell you the first thing you should do. I didn’t do this at that moment, but you should learn from my mistake. Anyway, the first thing to do in such a scenario is to cover your penis. I didn’t because I was too shocked to see the Jains, possibly my prospective in-laws, randomly appear in the room like that. I froze, like a deer caught in a truck’s headlights. Except thatthis deer was fully turned on. It took me several extra seconds to realize that I needed to find something to cover my intimate parts with. Meanwhile, in those several extra seconds, Payal’s mom, my mother-in-law-to-be, the pious Yashodha Jain, had a good look at my manhood. As did her husband, the devout, returning-from-the-temple-with-the-long-name Mr Anand Jain. Making things worse was my penis itself—it did not realize that the entire game had changed. That we were no longer going to do the fun stuff we thought we were going to do. Blissfully unaware, my junior remained hard, staring right back at our surprise visitors.
I tried to look for a cushion to cover my bits with. I couldn’t find one. However, I found a stuffed teddy bear. I picked it up and placed it in front of my private parts. It looked like I was trying to poke my stuff into a teddy bear, which, in a way, is even more wrong and perverted. However, I had to cover my modesty.
Payal, meanwhile, had been smart enough to cover herself in the pink bedsheet in a nanosecond.
Payal’s parents stood there frozen, not saying a word after their initial screams and gasps. I wondered what I should do. Greet them? Shake their hand? Touch their feet? Do a namaste? I couldn’t do any of that right now. My hands were busy holding the teddy bear to cover my dick.
‘We’ll come outside, Mom. Please, give us some privacy,’ Payal said.
How could she speak in sensible sentences right now?
‘Come,’ Payal’s mother said, dragging her husband out, who was as perplexed and shocked as I was.
I finally turned to look at Payal after her parents left.
‘Damn, this is bad,’ she said, letting out a huge sigh.
‘Yeah? You think so?’ I said, still trying to come back to my senses.
‘But how the hell did this happen …’ Payal said, and checked the time on her phone. ‘It’s just 12.10 p.m. They were supposed to come home after 1.30 p.m.’
‘You tell me,’ I said.
‘I don’t know what happened,’ Payal said, getting up and wearing her clothes.
‘What do we do next?’ I said, my brain still numb.
‘Get dressed, what else? And Saket, what exactly are you doing with my teddy bear?’
‘I just told you, Mom, Dad. Saket is my boyfriend.’
We sat on the humungous sofas in Payal’s humungous living room. All the framed pictures and statues of all the gods in the room made me feel like I was in a religious morality court, on my way to getting condemned. Or maybe stoned to death. Or starved to death. Or fed Jain food to death.
‘Boyfriend?’ Payal’s mother said. ‘And what were you guys doing? Such an obscene thing.’
‘We love each other, Mom,’ Payal said.
The men in the room, that is, Payal’s father and I, hadn’t spoken at all. I think while men are obsessed with sex, when it comes to discussing it like this, they freeze up.
Om, om.The chanting machine continued to produce its sounds, making the awkward silence even more awkward.
