This is short story about my fascination for a woman who is elder to me. The period of story is in the early nineties when I was a school student in Chennai. Then I am a boy in class nine and I was doing poor in math. My mother was a language teacher in the neighborhood school and my father was a musician. We are vegetarians and we were staying in the ground floor of a small rented house which had a vacant first floor.
In the first floor a couple with a baby boy from our native town had come in recently. My mom took keen interest in getting the family settle down quickly and the two women became friends. The gentleman in the first floor worked as a marketing professional and would be off frequently on tours. I used to call the first floor lady Padma akka who was about 25 years of age with a medium complexion and a modest frame. As she was a physics graduate, my mom requested her to teach me math and science subjects. As my father’s income was not stable, our family went on with my mother’s salary as a teacher.
As we did not pay her any fees, my mom advised me to be good to her and help her in domestic work apart from learning. I used to carry drinking water for her from the corporation tap in ground floor and help her with local purchases and cutting vegetables. My main work was to take care of the baby when she prepares food in the kitchen.
She was a good teacher and I impressed her with my good behavior. The baby also seemed to have developed a liking to me as I kept it engaged when akka was busy. About 3 months, have passed like this. Slowly we had become good friends and even while teaching me, akka started to breast feed her baby by opening the nightie buttons. She used to cover the baby and her breast with a towel and many a times the towel would give way and I could have a glimpse of the breast. Initially I was shy and she used to laugh at me understanding my shy behavior. She has remarked to my mother that I am a nice boy and that I am taking good care of her baby boy. My mom was impressed as my marks were also increasing in the weekly tests.
On a certain day, after we had dinner and about to sleep at 10 pm, we could hear the continuous cries of the baby and my mother enquired akka. She replied that her husband is away and that she is weak with the periods (menstruation) and asked whether I can come over and take care of her baby boy. My mom asked me to help her. I went and engaged the baby for some time and in the process both myself and the baby boy fell asleep on her bed. My mom must have allowed and in the morning I could find akka sleeping on the floor on a mat. After she got up, she offered me coffee and thanked my mom. This kind of sleep overs had become a regular practice as the baby boy was becoming naughty by the day, and not allowing akka to sleep. As we were friends, all the three of us used to sleep on the same bed with the baby boy in the middle. When he wakes up, she used to put the baby to one side and turn over to feed the baby. I used to sleep by her side and by now I was up so close with her that I enjoyed her body scent. When her husband was at home also I used to help her with the baby boy, as myself and the baby boy slept in the hall while the couple slept in the bedroom. My mom did not object to this as our families were growing closer and closer.
So almost every night I slept in her house and I used to yearn for sleeping by her side as smell of her fragrant armpits was so fascinating. One fine morning she woke me up and showed the wet patch on my shorts and started laughing. I got shit scared with the thought as to what will happen if my mother comes to know of this and my days of sleeping with the fragrance would end.
She asked me not to worry and that she would not tell my mom and that it was a Sunday, I can go home little later while my shorts would dry up. She asked me to go to wash room and clean up and handover my shorts for drying while she would come up with alternate wear. She came up with her husband’s dhothi. I did not know to tie a dhothi and she laughingly asked whether Iwould use her inskirt. As there is no other way I agreed and came out wearing her inskirt. She was laughing to her heart’s content after seeing me wearing her skirt with me with shy written large on my face.