Just copying the last portion of the first episode for continuity's sake…
Reshmi came to me, put her left arm under my thighs and wrapped her long and thick arm around both my thighs together and stood up. I went up on her body, sitting only on her left forearm. The 15 year old schoolgirl lifted me, a forty year old man, just with one hand, as if I was a 4-5 year old boy, being carried by his mother on her way to school. My hands automatically went around her neck for support. She started walking. On her way out, she kept on switching off the lights and fans of the rooms, and closing the doors behind her. While riding on the teenager's arms as she carried me down the stairs, I felt that she was now behaving quite like a mature young woman and not a child.
I was feeling so helpless, a 40 year old grown up adult man being carried away from his own flat by a tall 15 year old school girl in a frock, effortlessly holding him up in just one hand. I felt as if she was kidnapping me and taking me as a captive to her own flat.
And the story rolls on….
Locked Down 2Reshmi was carrying me to her room downstairs to sleep with her for the night. Reshmi's right hand was free, she was carrying me in her left hand only. She was smiling at me, my face now just next to hers. Before entering her bedroom, she squeezed my cheek with the fingers of her free hand and said, "My small baby, I'll have to give you a name. You also decide what you want to call me Mummy or Aunty or Didi. I don't like you calling me Reshmi and I calling you Uncle."
I said, "Ok, you decide on my name but I'll call you Reshmi or if you have any other nickname. When you are playing any game, then I can call you Mummy or Aunty or Didi, whatever you are playing". I already was beginning to feel like a small boy being carried by his big tall elder sister.
Reshmi asked, "Uncle, how old are you ?"
I said, " 40 …why ?"
She said, "I'm 18, you are 40. Difference is 22 years. But still you need not be my Uncle. You can be my older cousin too. I don't like to call you Uncle. From now on I'll call you "Bhaiya…Bade Bhaiya".
I said, "Fine, it's ok with me. But wait, I thought that you were 15 years old."
Reshmi said, "Ohh ! Papa told me that he had told you everything about me. So I thought that he had told you that I'm actually 18, but since I'm in class 10, it is told to everybody that I'm 15. As per my birth certificate it is 18, so in my school records officially it is mentioned as 18 only. But my friends and all know that I'm 15 only as per their age in class 10. Otherwise I'll be ridiculed further."
I did not ask why she is in class 10 if she is actually 18. Possibly she had failed 2 or 3 years, when she was earlier studying here in Bhubaneswar. Let's see, I'll find out the facts later.
But this changes the whole perspective. Till now I was thinking that I was babysitting a minor girl of 15 years of age. But if she's 18, then it means she's already an adult. Now, I'll have to sleep in the same bed with an adult girl of 18 years who behaves like a school girl of 15. I only hope the girl does not have any mental problems. But I don't think so. Generally she is talking and behaving in a perfectly normal way. Also studying in class 10, she cannot be so mentally challenged at least. Only that sometimes she is behaving too childish for her age. All the more so, because it seems she is not aware of her own strength. With her 5'11" height and 95 kgs of solid body, even though she is only a school girl of 18 years, she is just toying with my 5'3" and 64 kgs body, although I'm a grown up adult man of 40.
She had carried me inside her room and put me down on her bed. She said, "You just wait over here. I'll change into my night suit and come."
I looked around the room. Pink coloured walls, colourful bedsheets and curtains. The room was full of toys, mainly dolls of varying sizes, most of them big ones. Reshmi came back soon. Her hair tied with a thick yellow rubber band. She was wearing a light yellow cotton sleeveless frock running down to her thighs, much above her knees. Her very full body was visible in most areas, thick arms, fat thighs and legs, wide shoulders and big breasts. I was sitting on the bed the way she had left me. She came and just scooped me up in her arms in a cradle. My hands instinctively went around her neck for support. She laughed out loud, "Oh Bhaiya, you are so light and small. I can carry you all day and night in my arms like this."
She carried me to the full length mirror and turned and twisted with me in different poses. It was such an odd sight. With her skimpy frock on, she looked like an oversized schoolgirl carrying a middle-aged man helplessly on her breasts. She said, "Bhaiya, don't you think you are overdressed. You will feel hot. My mother doesn't allow me to put the AC on at bedtime, lest I catch a cold at night. I do not switch off the AC you know, and keep it on throughout the night. So no AC at night, only fans."
She took me to the bed and sat down cross legged. She laid me down across her lap like a baby and started unbuttoning my shirt. I held her wrists to stop her. Her wrists were so thick, my fingers were not even going half way over them. She just smiled at me and kept on unbuttoning my shirt, not even bothering that I'm holding her wrists to try and prevent her from doing so. She then put a hand behind my back and made me sit up on her lap. She took off my shirt. Then laid me back on her lap, bare bodied. She said, "That's better, now you will not feel hot. Come let's get ready to sleep now. I really feel sleepy today with all the day-long car journey." She switched off the bedside lamp which was still on. Now only a soft green night lamp permeated in the room.
She lay down on the bed and just pulled me up on her body and laid me face down on her. She pushed me down her body, so that my feet were touching her feet. That made my face come up to her breasts level only. She pressed down on my head, so my face rested on one of her soft big breasts. "Now go to sleep on Mummy's bed, my little Baby." Reshmi patted me on my cheek. She held me tightly on her big body with an arm around my back. My full body was easily cupped on her huge body, about a foot over the bed. None of my body parts, legs or hands were even touching the bed. Me, being an adult man of 40 was lying like a small baby on an 18 year old girl's breasts. Reshmi caressed my hair with her long fingers. She rubbed my bare back with her big soft palm.
Lying face down on a teenage school girl's body, with my face resting inside the crevice of her big soft breasts, was very uncomfortable for me. She might be a child at heart, but her feminine figure was well developed like an adult which she actually was at 18 years. And just because of her magnificent height of 5'11" and her well toned body with a massive weight of 95 kgs, her figure was well proportioned; very attractive and provocative. After all, I was a man of 40 years. Lying on such an attractive young girl wearing a skimpy night dress and forcibly holding me face down on her breasts, it was making me quite excited. My hands were resting on her massive body, which was also quite bare. I whispered, "Reshmi, let me lie on the bed, put me down from your body."
She said softly, "Why ? Is my body too hard ?"
I said, "No, no, it's very soft, very cushiony. But it's not right."
She replied, "If my body is not your problem then what is not right ? I'm not getting what your problem is ?"
I said, "Your body is my problem. Reshmi, you are not a child anymore, you are a young woman of 18. And I'm an adult man of 40. Don't you understand, it's difficult for me to lie on your body like this ?"
Reshmi lay still for some moments. Then she rolled to one side slowly, towards the centre of the bed. My body slid off her well rounded body on the bed. She had her hand outstretched to the side, so my head landed on her thick solid upper arm. She had turned to the side. She kept her other hand on my back, so that I also remained on my side facing her. She raised her upper arm a little and also she pulled my body up a little. My face now came up a little on level to her face. Our faces were very close to each other. She kept her heavy hand on my back, so that I do not turn to lie straight on the bed, but keep on facing her.
Reshmi looked at my eyes and said, "I very well know that I'm not a child anymore. But it is you who has been treating me like a child since the time I have come. I hugged you, I lifted you in my arms, I fed you carrying you on my hips, I cradled you in both my arms like a child. But I did not find the 'Man' in you. You were behaving as if I am an overgrown mentally retarded schoolgirl who is lifting and carrying you and playing with your body like her toy. And you were letting me handle you like a child just so that you do not make me upset and make the schoolgirl cry. I even called you my 'Hero', but even then you did not take the hint. In fact I was beginning to feel that maybe you had a problem with girls. Because it was you who was not getting excited being physically lifted and carried by a young woman. I was also starting to doubt whether my being so tall or being so fat is making me unattractive to you." Reshmi had a mischievous smile on her lips and a naughty twinkle in her eyes.
I said, "What can I do ? I thought you were only 15, so I treated you like a young teenage schoolgirl only. When you were lifting and carrying me around in different ways, I could just admire your strength and forced myself mentally to not get excited about your well developed figure, just because you were a minor. Now that you have told me that you are 18, then it has become difficult for me to control myself and lie on your body at the same time."
Reshmi said, "But I did not get my answer. Was my being so much taller than you or my being so fat, which were turning you off from getting excited when I was carrying you holding you against my body?"
I said, "Reshmi, you are still holding me inside your body with me lying on your one arm and your other arm wrapped over my body. Actually it is me being a man of 40, who was supposed to babysit you as a teenage girl. Instead you, being 18, have trapped me, a man of 40 years of age, inside your body like I'm your baby."
Reshmi persisted, "Are you purposely avoiding answering my question ? Just tell me on my face, whether I am too tall and too fat for you to like me ?"
I was lying with my head on her fat upper arm, my face right in front of hers, almost touching, and her big fat hand pressing me to her big solid body. I said, "Why are you insisting to know the answer whether I like your big, tall body ? You have taken permission from your parents to allow you to sleep with me for the night because you were afraid of sleeping alone at night. But instead you have captured me inside your body with your superior strength. You are now bullying me into telling you whether I like your height and weight."
Reshmi laughed, "Bullying you ? Aren't you ashamed to say that ? You always keep on reminding me that you are 40 and I'm only 18. How can a school girl of just 18 bully a full grown adult young man of 40, as you describe yourself ?"
Reshmi squeezed me tightly inside her body and rolled over on her back again, pulling me up on top of her body. My face was now just over her face. She opened her legs a little, so that my two legs fell between her legs. She crossed her fat legs back again. So my legs were trapped inside her legs. She had just one big hand over my back, pinning my body on her breasts. She was laughing. "Now I'll show you what bullying is." She held the back of my head and pressed my face on her big face. My lips were crushed on hers and she gave me a big and long kiss. It was so sudden and unexpected that I was caught off-guard. I clung to her thick shoulders and tried to pull myself off. But she was too strong for me. When she released my lips finally, I was gasping for air. She was laughing. "Now this is bullying, my adult 40 year old man. This 18 year old owns you from now on. You are mine. And remember I'll not call you Uncle or Bhaiya anymore. I'll call you my Baby. And also remember, whether you like my being so much taller and heavier than you, I don't care. You belong to me and from now on you treat me like your girlfriend or lover or wife. That choice is I leave it to you. You are so small and cute and cuddly, I feel like just eating you up."
She sat up on the bed cross legged, holding me lying on her lap. She held me in her arms like a baby cradled by her mother and pulled me up from her lap to her breasts. She put her face down inside my neck and snuggled me like a baby. She kissed the inside of my neck. Then she snuggled my face with her nose. She kissed me all over my face and finally on my lips. But softly this time.
I said, "Reshmi, what has got into you ? What are you doing ? You shouldn't do all this with me."
She said, "Why can't I do this ? I'm 18. In fact, in 3 months time I'll be 19. I'm an adult now. I like you. In fact I think I love you. If you are feeling guilty thinking about what my parents will think, then we'll not sleep together at night. If that makes you feel better. I'll tell my parents that I'm not sleeping with you at night. But so what, I'll have you all day and evening for myself. This lockdown is a blessing in disguise for me."
I said, "But you had already told your parents that you want to sleep with me because you are afraid to sleep alone."
Reshmi was still snuggling me and talking to me, holding me high up near her face and holding me to her breasts. "I'll tell them that when I told you that I am actually 18 plus, you did not want to sleep with me at night. In fact they will like you all the more for that. So tell me, do you want to sleep with me at night or not ?"
I said, "Reshmi, it's risky. The way you are snuggling me and cuddling me, it's better I think we sleep separately."
Reshmi was laughing. "Ok Baby, I'll let you free. Now go and sleep in your bed upstairs. But remember to keep your door open. If I really feel scared at night, I'll go up to your room."
She kissed me one more time, this time a long kiss. And then she put me down from her lap on the floor. I wished her goodnight and off I went, a free man at last.
