Sex Education
by Hareendran Kallinkeel
He remembered the advice
his friend gave him during his teenage:
“Never make love to
your spouse on the wedding night. You need to
first get acquainted with each other. Know each
other; love each other. Then only you can enjoy
sex.”
His friend had also added
that these were not his ideas, but lessons
borrowed from an ancient text on sex.
Hailing from an orthodox
Hindu family, his upbringing was strict and he
seldom had any other buddies. So, he earnestly
believed in his only friend's counsel.
#
“It was great fun, you
know.”
She listened to her friend's
voice ringing with excitement.
“As soon as I closed
the door he pulled me towards him, crushing me
onto his chest. Then, he slid his hand beneath my
sari and began caressing my underbelly. Then…”
Born of liberal parents,
she had enough freedom to do whatever she wanted.
But she had never allowed her boyfriends to cross
the limits. So she had never known how a man's
touch felt.
“He laid me onto the
bed and…”
Anxiety built up, racing
along her upper thighs, tickling her groin and
causing goose-bumps to bloom along her skin.
“Oh, my…”
Her friend's voice dropped to a whisper. “He's
coming.”
The phone went dead.
#
The wedding night arrives.
She tiptoes into the
bedroom, carrying a glass of warm milk. She
places it on the bedside table, closes the door
and sits on the bed.
He puts a hand on her
shoulder. “You're beautiful,” he says.
A blush intensifies the
redness of her cheeks. Her tucked toe draws
unseen arcs on the Italian marble.
“I want to talk to you.
Tell you about myself. Hear you talk, telling me
about you…”
She waits.
He continues talking.
Anticipation tantalizes her,
agonizing.
He continues speaking.
She keeps waiting…
For him to pull away her
sari… remove the hooks of her blouse; for
his hand to slide beneath the band of her skirt.
All that follows is boring
drone of his words that makes no sense to her.
#
She abandons him the next
day, leaving a note behind: We had a
lifetime to tell stories. But there's only one
first night, which you deprived us of.
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