Monday, January 23, 2006

Story.....Normal

“Shit!” He thought. Jason was always bored with such crowds. He seldom attended these parties. But Paul, his business partner had insisted and he could not refuse. Now, Jason stood there holding a drink. He looked around and stopped short. She was so breathtakingly beautiful with long silky black hair, dark eyes, and full kissable lips. Skin so soft and silky. A body so very inviting. He felt something stirring inside him. It astonished him. Females had never interested him. Until now.

She was laughing at something Paul had said. Lilting laughter. Jason walked towards her. Looked deep into her mysterious eyes and said, “I am Jason. And you?” “Olivia,” she answered. She too had been watching him all along and was pleased that he had finally reached her. She looked over him and liked what she saw.

“Dance?” He asked.
“Yes. Paul, will you excuse us, please?” She asked turning back towards Paul. He gave a strange look towards Jason and said, “Be my guest.”

After that, there was no looking back. Jason forgot his boredom. It was as if it never existed. They were inseparable. He had a gut feeling it was a start of something new in his life. He was confused by his own reactions. But he wanted to savour the moment. He knew people were talking about him and Olivia They knew enough about him. Why not? He had never hidden anything. He didn’t really care.

It was rather very late, when the party started to break up. Jason did not want to let her go. He kept looking at her unseeingly. Finally asked, “Would you like to go with me?” Olivia too was silent for a moment. She knew all about him. In the washroom, she had heard enough gossip. “Yes,” she answered. “Your place or mine?” He asked. “Yours.” Olivia answered.

In the lift up to his Apartment, they could not keep their hands off each other. He was pleasantly surprised. And very pleased with her body’s responses to his. Next morning, Jason woke up and stretched, smiling to himself. It had never been so good before this. Most important, he was normal. It was going to last forever. He could not have asked for more. Olivia was, after all, Oliver, a male.

2 comments:

david raphael israel said...

Gautami you rascal. ;-)
(The ironic use of "normal" duly noted.) True enough the standard for normalcy is not an inflexible universal, but rather a shifting mapping (albeit within a definite scale of possibility defined by givens of society, mind, nature, life). The relation between societal conceptions and the soul's own conception, is a curiousity. Though you were here happy simply to pull the wool over our eyes w/ your bon-mot.

btw, wonder how I got by for so long without looking at this blog you'all have.

ciao for now,
d.i.

Batul said...

Gautami,

Nice and mischievous.