Nasty Note (4) Next, she would coach Jackpot how to swim. Jackpot explained to her that he would have feared to get on swimming and she oppositely had won the championship award in swimming. She would lead him to the swimming pool, very early. She promised that they would go for a dip hand in hand comfortably. After half an hour practice, Supriya begged him to stop. Jackpot noticed her exhaustion and halted. “Thank God, it is really very tough” Supriya uttered, unable to control her breath. “You need practice if you want to give a show” Jackpot smiled and tapped her sweaty cheeks. Supriya was happy although she knew her weakness. She did not learn how to move legs, swing rhythmically and go round after round putting right hand over partner’s midriff. “Could they let me give a show?” Supriya delighted “Why not, they need talented artistes” Jackpot said. Then he enthusiastically began to explain that in waltz the first of the three beats of rhythm both in music and in dance had strong impulse that followed the remaining two lighter beats that stirred our mind energetically. “I don’t understand what you say?” Supriya thumped on his chest romantically. “I think, you are stupid” Jackpot teased her. “Me?” “Yes” “Why sir?” “Because you don’t understand what I say” “Oh cruel!” She again thumped on his chest and then plumped down into his embrace. “Promise, now I would listen to you understandably” And then Jackpot tended to explain on salsa, jive, tango, jazz which are also the similar forms to waltz. He was far much animated to express on certain things. He told Supriya that the waltz was developed in central Europe by a Austrian couple. Supriya nodded as if taking much interest as she was caressing his hairy chest as well. After sometime, Supriya felt bored. “Are you my teacher, sir?” “What?” Jackpot amazed. “Stop this lecture” And the lecture stopped. “Are you new in Chandigarh, I think?” “Of course” “Why don’t you ask me stroll you in the beautiful city?” “Really?” “I shall coach you swimming and we would dine out together in a fine restaurant. Won’t we?” “Sure enough, sweet” Supriya grew elated with the light of love and joy. They left the hotel, hand in hand, together began to behave with each other as if love flying birds emerging from Heaven, knew their intentions without saying anything to each other. Both had intense feelings in their hearts for each other. Supriya at time spoke ill of the rotund lady who had deprived Mr. Jackpot from her. Jackpot did not even mind. He laughed boisterously instead. She bitch is my friend, you think, sweet. Hand in hand, they crossed the hazardous road and dropped in coffee house. Jackpot put his right hand round her shoulder and lit cigarette by left hand while sitting onto trendy wooden chair. Supriya glanced at him pleasantly. She too unhesitatingly used to puffing impeccable classy cigarettes but Jackpot did not offer her even a single time. She was obsessed with the western way of his life. She was madly influenced by his smoking style. Supriya wondered how they had come close within a day. Moreover, within hours. Had it not been a miracle? If she had not met Jackpot maybe she would have died. After a while, Jackpot offered cigarette to Supriya. She outrightly rejected. “No, thank you” “Don’t you smoke?” “No” She lied. “Wonder! Yourlike modern girl dislike smoking” “Because it is injurious to female health, sir” Supriya spoke didactically and took his hands in her. “Oh wonder! For male health, it is salubrious, you think.” Jackpot mocked at himself. The white clad waiter standing there to get order too smiled clandestinely. After the waiter goes, Supriya grew serious and asked Jackpot how he considered her in his life. Jackpot, at that time fiddling with the menu, stared at Supriya to gauge her mind. “You are, no doubt, a fine lady, sugar.” After finishing the cigarette, he put its stub into ashtray. “Thanks.” Supriya moved on. “Do you promise me keeping our friendship forever?” “It is so early to decide, sweet” Jackpot said frankly. Supriya thought for a while. Ok, I would wait for your answer after swimming” “I love swimming. Do you teach me very sincerely, sweet?” “Sure, I shall do.” She showed her promise putting her arms into his neck. Jackpot put a little kiss on her left cheek. Waiter stole a look and smiled. He used to watch stupid foreigners kissing openly and overtly. “I would consider you one of my best friends if you teach me swimming lesson, today.” “Just friend, not girl friend?” Supriya displeased. Jackpot nodded. At that time, Supriya felt vaguely pain in her heart that chased into her forehead and immediately intensified. She dumped her head into heaped up legs and hit it over and over to discard the pain. And with a surge of mania, she before taking the next sip to coffee, once again peeped into her bulky wallet and satisfied herself. A one thousand rupee note was lying elegantly there. She drew relief and within a moment, her headache vanished miraculously. The pain was because of not noticing her prize money, she guessed. “What is in your purse you are stealing looks into again and again?” Jackpot asked inquisitively. Supriya smiled meekly, spoke nothing. Should she get suggestions from Jackpot how to spend prize money? Wouldn’t he scoff at her? “Nothing.” Supriya said and turned the knob of her purse. Jackpot took purse out of her hand and fished out one thousand rupee note. At once the colour of Supriya’s face faded as if a patient of jaundice. “Indian currency is well looking.” He beamed. “Up to now, I could not have glimpsed one thousand rupee note, honey. If you don’t mind let me have this one with me.” Supriya was taken aback. And Jackpot slipped the one thousand rupee note into pocket and beamed. “It is not mine sir” Supriya shrieked abruptly. “Yesterday, a female friend of mine had given me to have a change of it.” “Oh, friend’s currency. Wonderful.” Jackpot laughed pleasantly. “Ask your friend you have given me her currency. Would she mind at this news?” “Perhaps, I think, sir.” Supriya said timidly. “In fact, she is not my nice friend. She is just acquaintance and has forgotten to get the change of it.” Supriya reasoned. “Is she your classmate?” Jackpot enquired casually. “No- yes, she is my classmate and roommate as well, sir” Supriya lied again and felt a bout of tremble. Jackpot smirked and placed note back into her wallet. “Miss Supriya, I wonder she is your roommate and she is not your nice friend.” Supriya felt embarrassment and lowered down her eyes. “I am sorry sir, she is my roommate but she is not my nice friend. I will change my room early, sir. I will give back her currency note and never have it again.” Jackpot again smiled. “Let me ask about your hobbies, sweet.” He switched on another subject. Supriya heaved a sigh of relief. The one thousand rupee note was narrowly rescued. Jackpot comfortably had deposited it into her purse. She was too skinflint to give a treat even good friends. How could she lose her prize of one thousand rupees? “Watching movies and reading novels.” Supriya said proudly and moved her eyes. “I think Indian girls are pure hearted.” Jackpot beamed excessively. Hearing the words, Supriya’s eyes filled with gush. “I would love people who are sacred at heart.” “Thanks.” Supriya said innocuously. Jackpot lit cigarette again. He had finished the cup earlier. They walked off hand in hand. They were on the pavement, hands on waists, and chocolaty conversation run on constantly. “And what about your hobbies, Mr. Jack?” Supriya charmed as she played with his beard. “I love travelling and excursion.” Jackpot responded throwing silver coated cardamom into his mouth and chewed it and gave one to Supriya too. He had a packet of cardamom in his pocket. “Rather I hate travelling and excursion. These things often give me boredom.” Supriya laughed with child-like glee. “But I think bulky novels and movies are my worst enemies.” Jackpot laughed as he shot out spit from mouth. “What about love affairs Mr. Jack? Have you any now?” Supriya asked normally with no wavering at all. She had the heartiest passion to make friendship with a foreigner who could make her life joyous and fantastic. What is more, she wanted to go in nuptial knot with a foreigner. Now an opportunity was readily there for her. “Love is life’s delicious tonic. Without which there is no existence at all.” Jackpot answered unbelievingly. “Then why do people betray in love?” Supriya gushed. “They don’t know actually the worth of love. They think love is profane.” Supriya felt delighted as she listened to Jackpot views. “I think love is precious gem.” Jackpot too gushed so as to impress upon Supriya. “Have you any sweetheart, darling?” Supriya asked frankly looking into his eyes. “Actually, I’ve no time for these trivialities.” Jackpot expressed freely. Then Supriya surprised as she said unpleasantly. “Is love a trivial thing as you think?” “Yes, no, it is not, when I say so.” He puzzled. “Love is that which bestows you unique pleasure. My all girl friends award me pleasures. So, how can I dare say love is a trivial thing?” And his eyes broadened with proud. Supriya again amazed as she somewhat puzzled as she shouted at the passing auto rickshaw. Auto rickshaw stopped with a pull and they clambered into it and the driver was instructed for destination. Within half an hour, the auto rickshaw pulled up and Supriya guided Jackpot to the posh house where she sometimes would have visited with female friends for swimming. Inside the house, there was a large open area and three four cubicles for change and the back of the house, there was a beautiful swimming pool. It was not public place. Jackpot surprised to see the beautiful scenes and greenery around there and a lush lawn freshly trimmed in front of the swimming pool beatifying the place. None was there except for the caretaker. He was an old man and wrinkled face. He saluted Supriya as she looked at the Jackpot. He was strained to have Supriya with a male of strange features but awfully did not enquire about him. Supriya dared to visit there first time with a male partner. She commanded old man to go around. The caretaker again saluted and went off. “It’s my friend lodge. We often swim here in the sweltering sun.” “For sure, if you could teach me how to swim, honey.” Jackpot thrilled. “Of course, Jack. And bestow you unique pleasures as your all girl friends do to you as you were telling.” Jackpot smiled broadly. Supriya felt that she was filling with love and wanting. Never before, she enjoyed the life so intensely. The swimming pool was a body of sufficient water. “Here we will be alone?” Jackpot asked casually. “Is it your home?” “It is my friend’s home. It is personal” “Personal? Where is family? If someone come here? “Nobody will come up here. They all people had gone to Shimla.” Supriya spoke unworriedly. The sun had been set and stars spangled beautiful night with relaxing gibbous moon fell. “Let’s try to how I could coach you.” Supriya laughed sweetly. “I don’t have a bathing suit, honey.” Jackpot said. “Oh, I arrange it” She spoke and immediately went inside the cubicle and brought a short pant, threw over to Jackpot then again disappeared into cubicle for herself change and within minutes emerged out attiring nice looking, thin, transparent swimming suit. There was a silence except for the sound of cooling breeze, except for the sound of solitary night. Jackpot observed her body was peeping out from transparent swimming suit. Today, she wanted to do something wonderful for him. She wanted to make the moments memorable and let him know how much she cared for him, how much she valued him in her life, how much she loved him, how much she dedicated to his friendship. And suddenly, they together jumped into the pool, hands on waists. She was afraid Jackpot would be puzzled as he did not know the nitty-gritty of swim. She was pretty amazed how an Australian did not know how to swim. She embraced him tightly so as he could not drown. “Good teacher.” Exclaimed Jackpot and kissed her. “Thanks.” Supriya continued to embrace him tightly. Body was now fully peeping out of transparent bathing suit. Jackpot obviously could see the black nipples of her charming full breasts. Supriya knew what he stared at hungrily but she wanted to enjoy the moments, enjoy the silent song of nature and enjoy the coolness of water and make the moments memorable. She held his hands tightly and pressed it with her nipples and they together dipped into water. And afterward, Supriya felt the male hardness of him pressed against her. It stimulated her. She grabbed his legs and moaned. “Jack, oh darling, yes, move, swimming is not easy.” And Jackpot with a fury of desire pulled down her panties and thrust into her. “Yes, it is too much difficult” She too hungrily reached down for him and bounced up his short pant in the air. Want for him had maddened her furiously. She sank into her chest and moaned more and more that forced Jackpot thrust his lips into her breasts. She moaned screamingly and felt the hardness of organ constantly harder and more than harder and aggravated. “Jack, save yourself, don’t lose balance” “I want rest, let me go out of water”
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