The XXX Sleeper - Part 4
Aamir and Monica were lying in her bed, exhausted. Aamir suddenly remembered that it was the day Raj was coming back. But there was no reason for him to worry. So, he put that thought aside and looked at Monica. “Monica?” Monica looked at Aamir. “What happened to “Miss Monica”?” “Is it still necessary? We’re not at the college right now, there’s nobody else around, and I’m just done fucking you.” “Yeah, I was just kidding,” Monica said, turning back away from Aamir. “Anyway, tell me something, Monica.” “Yeah?” “Do you have someone?” “Aamir, we can’t become a formal couple. You’re my student.” “Yeah, I know that. I want to know if you’re seeing someone so I can be properly careful, you know?” “Well, there’s my boyfriend, but don’t worry, he rarely visits me here. I’ll let you know if he’s coming around.” “Yeah, that’s reassuring.” Aamir hugged Monica from behind and kissed her left collar area. Monica turned her face towards him. “Aren’t you going to go back to your apartment?” “Yeah, I better get going,” Aamir said, standing up. Soon, he was dressed up and back on the ground floor. Raj’s apartment was closed and in darkness, like all other ones around. Aamir slowly went to his apartment. As Aamir prepared to go to sleep, he received a call. “Raj?” “Check the news,” Rashid said and dropped the call. Aamir could only guess what he was referring to. He closed his eyes and went to sleep. The next morning, Aamir was at Raj’s house. “Aamir, did you see the news?” Raj asked, looking at his laptop. “No, what’s up?” “There’s been an explosion…well, that’s what the news says. Look,” Raj said, turning his laptop towards Aamir. It was a morning news article about an explosion that happened at a house the night before. Aamir quickly skimmed through to see if there was anything about a pressure cooker. There was nothing, but Aamir knew better. “Be careful, Aamir,” Raj said. “Sure.” Aamir left before Monica came out of her room and saw him. Aamir felt uneasy at school that day. Everyone was talking about the blast, and he couldn’t tell anyone what he knew. That day, Monica met Aamir at college to give him a piece of bad news. The bad news was that Rahul, Monica’s boyfriend, was coming to stay at her place for some time. Aamir felt disappointed, but he didn’t show. Another eight days passed without an incident. On the coming Friday evening, Aamir went to meet Komal. Komal was preparing the dining table for dinner. Raj was helping her. “Aamir! Good evening my nice neighbor!” Raj welcomed Aamir with a happy greeting. “What’s up? Is anyone visiting you two?” “Oh yeah, Aamir, Richa, an old friend of Komal’s, is visiting her from Rajasthan.” “Oh, must be nice… Anything I can help you guys with?” Aamir helped Raj and Komal with decorating the apartment. Aamir stayed with Raj and Komal until almost 5 pm. He helped them prepare the apartment to welcome Richa. “Ok, guys, I’ll get going now,” Aamir said, trying to leave Raj’s apartment. “No, you stay,” Raj said. “But your friend is visiting–.” “And we’d love to introduce our good new friend, you, to our good old friend, right, Raj?” Komal interrupted Aamir. “Yeah, why not? Come on, Aamir, you helped us all day. Stay for some dinner and new company,” Raj said with a smile. “Ok, if you guys insist,” Aamir said, staying. “But, I’ll go and come when she’s here?” “Oh, she’ll be here any minute now,” Raj said. And before long, the doorbell rang. “It must be her,” Komal said, standing up to open the door. The two men followed. The door was opened. Richa was standing at the door. Richa was 31 years old. She had a 4-year-old kid with her husband. But she was there alone. After the formalities between Richa and Komal, and Richa and Raj, Komal introduced Aamir to Richa. “Richa, I’d like you to meet Aamir Chisti, our very good, helpful new neighbor. He’s a college student at nearby Ratnam college.” “Nice to meet you, Aamir Chisti,” Richa said, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you too, Richa.” “Looks like I found my new meat,” Aamir thought, but he didn’t say that aloud. He just smiled. The four spent time talking and then having dinner together. In the end, Aamir greeted them accordingly and left for his apartment. However, Aamir couldn’t stop thinking about Richa. He was sleepless. He decided to leave his apartment for a while and have some air outside. He put on his pyjama suit and left his room. When he left, he saw Richa outside of Komal’s apartment. Richa wore a short-sleeved, long nighty with no collar area and a little deep cleavage. She was standing at the door, leaning against the wall. “Hey, Richa.” “Hey, Aamir. Looks like you also can’t sleep.” “Yeah. You can’t sleep either?” “Yeah, this place feels different,” Richa said. Aamir approached Richa and looked into her eyes as he held her in both arms right below where the hands of her nighty ended. “Aamir, what is it?” Richa asked, confused. But Aamir spent no time with words. Instead, he went for the kiss. As Aamir planted his lips against Richa’s, sliding his arms around her torso, Richa felt a familiar heat rising in her body. Soon, she closed her eyes, slid her arms over Aamir’s shoulders, and started kissing him back. But suddenly, Richa broke the kiss. “Wait,” Richa said. “Not here. Let’s go to your apartment.” As soon as the two were in Aamir’s apartment, Aamir kicked the door close. Aamir hugged and pinned her against the wall as he started sharing a wild kiss with her. “Mmm…” Richa started moaning. Later, Aamir broke the kiss and held Richa’s chin with his right hand. He turned her face to her left. He started licking the right side of her face, her neck, and the inside of her ear, planting kisses along the way. “Mmm… Oh god, Aamir, you’re a wild one, ahh,” Richa moaned. Aamir pulled Richa’s nighty to both sides and pushed it off her shoulders, licking and kissing her down to her cleavage. As Richa’s nighty fell to the floor, she unhooked her bra and took it off.