Chapter 3: Fast Forward
Minneapolis in winter can be a brutal combination of the beauty of snow and bone chilling temperatures. The kind of cold that seeps into your bones and makes you long for the warmth of a body pressed against yours.
That body was a Israeli waitress from the restaurant I had been to last night. She had been flirting with me all evening and when I asked her if she'd like to have some fun later, she handed me a piece of paper with her phone number and when she would be getting off duty -- two hours later.
I called her at the end of her shift, picked her up and asked her if she was on the pill because I don't do condoms.
She said she was, so I took her to my place. She was beautiful, hungry, energetic and insatiable. She squirted like a tap -- just the way I love women to cum in my mouth and I devoured her through three orgasms before fucking her for hours, leaving three loads of cum in her pussy.
I crawled out of bed and made my way to my work desk. I watched her sleeping naked body as I booted up my laptop. I intended to ask her out again... she was a terrific fuck, unlike the last one I had brought home.
There was a notification on Facebook when I logged in and I clicked on it.
It was a friend request from Charmi. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. I hadn’t seen her since she was a baby. I had sent her gifts on her birthdays, but I had never seen her grow up.
I clicked "Accept."
A message popped up immediately.
*"Hi Uncle Vijay!"*
*Uncle* The word hit me like a punch to the gut. She could have been my daughter if life hadn't been so cruel all those years ago. Ancient history, I told myself and replied. She asked if she could have my phone number and I readily shared it. Within moments, she added me on WhatsApp and I had an incoming call from her.
I answered it, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Uncle Vijay?" Her voice was hesitant, almost shy. She sounded nothing like the baby I remembered, the one I had held in my arms all those years ago. That baby was now a woman, a young woman with dreams and fears and a future that was slipping through her fingers.
"Charmi," I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "It's been a long time."
"Too long," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "I wanted to reach out before, but... well, you know how it is."
I didn't know, but I let it slide.
"All ok back home? This is such a pleasant surprise." I said, curious about what had prompted this call. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the woman I had fucked half the night stir in bed.
"Well, yes and no.... good news and bad news..." Charmi's voice brought me back from the naughty thoughts of how I wanted the morning to begin when the woman in my bed woke up.
"I got into MNU," she blurted out, her words spilling over each other in excitement. "Full scholarship, everything. You teach there right?"
"That's amazing, Charmi. Congratulations!" I said, my voice warm. "MNU is a great school. You'll love it here. When are you arriving? I'll pick you up from the airport."
"That's the thing, Uncle. I may not be accepting." Charmi's voice trembled, and I could hear the unspoken weight in her words. The woman in my bed sat up, stretching lazily, her naked body silhouetted against the morning light. I turned away, suddenly uncomfortable with the intimacy of the scene.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. "Why wouldn't you come?"
"It's... complicated," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Mom and Dad are having money problems. Really bad ones. They can't afford to send me. I don't know what to do."
My stomach twisted. Sukhi—*lost everything*? The man who had once thrown money around like it was confetti at a wedding? The man who had paid my college fees without a second thought?
Over the next few minutes, I got the gist of the story. After Sukhi's dad passed away, the business partner cheated, leaving Sukhi with nothing. Born with a silver spoon, Sukhi struggled to stand back on his feet. And now his daughter's future was at stake. I couldn't let her let go of her dreams that easily. He had come to my rescue all those years ago. Now, it was my turn.
"Don't cry... listen to me Charmi... you have to accept and I will make sure you get to chase your dreams." I said firmly.
"But how?" Charmi's voice was thick with tears.
"Leave that to me. I am glad you called. I will be in Bangalore next week. Trust me, you I will make sure you get the education you want and deserve."
I booked my flight and made my way back to bed just as she was crawling out of bed.
"What plans for the day?" I asked her.
"Right now, I need to empty my bladder. No plans after that till I have to get back to work in the evening. Why? What do you have in mind?" She asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was already naked, her body still flushed from the night before. She had a body that could make any man's mouth water—curves in all the right places, full breasts that bounced with every step, and a pussy that tasted like heaven. I had already fucked her three times last night, but my cock was already stirring again just looking at her.
"I will tell you only if you let me watch you pee." I said, my eyes locked on her as I leaned back against the headboard, my cock already half hard.
She giggled, "Only because I am curious about your plans, I will let you watch." She said, walking towards the bathroom.
I followed her after dropping my boxers and freeing my half erect cock. She sat on the toilet and reached for my cock. I watched her pee and suck my cock. By the time she was done, I was rock hard. I picked her up and tossed her on the bed.
She landed with a giggle, her legs spreading naturally, her pussy glistening with arousal, making me hungry. She squealed when I buried my face between her legs and slid my tongue into her.
By the time she left, she had fed me multiple breakfast and lunch squirts and I had filled her pussy with three more loads of cum. She left her panties behind, saying she will take them next time and leave me a fresh paid. So there would be a next time. GRIN.
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A week later, by the time I arrived in Bangalore, I had fucked her every night. But that was distant memory as I knocked on the door of the new address Charmi had given me -- a modest apartment building in a shabby location -- a complete contrast to the lavish house Sukhi used to live in.
The door swung open, and there stood Sukhi, his once-chiseled frame now gaunt, his hair thinning, his eyes hollow. He looked like a man who had aged twenty years in ten.
"Vijay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What a surprise. How did you get this address?"
I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the cramped space. The furniture was sparse, the walls bare. A single painting hung crookedly—a landscape of the Swiss Alps, a relic from better days.
"Charmi gave it to me. Where's she? Where's Neeta?" I asked, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.
Sukhi’s gaze flickered toward the kitchen, where the sound of clattering dishes and the faint hum of a radio drifted out. "Charmi just left for college ten minutes ago. Neeta, look who's here." He shouted towards the kitchen as I followed him into the living room.
Neeta stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on the pallu of her saree just as Sukhi and I settled on the modest couch.
She froze when she saw me, her dark eyes widening in shock. The years had been kind to her—her beauty had only deepened, like fine wine. But there was a weariness in her posture, a tension in her shoulders that hadn’t been there before.
"Vijay," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The way she said my name sent a jolt through me, like a current of electricity. It was the same way she used to say it when we were young—full of warmth and something unspoken.
"Neeta," I replied, nodding politely.
After some small talk, she brought tea for all of us. Over the next hour or so, I learned more details about their financial decline over the years. When I brought up Charmi's scholarship, Neeta's face lit up in pride before collapsing in despair.
"She's always been smarter than anyone else in class," Sukhi said proudly. "She'll make it big, I know it."
"Then let her go chase her dreams Sukhi. She wants to do this course. Look at the bright side. I teach in the same Uni."
Neeta's eyes were glassy as she stared into her teacup. "She does deserve this chance, and I couldn't be happier to see her chase her dreams" she whispered. "But we can't afford it Vijay. Not even the airfare."
I leaned forward, setting my cup down. "I can."
The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a knife. Neeta looked up sharply.
"I said I can help," I repeated, keeping my voice steady. "I have the means. Let me do this for Charmi."
Sukhi's face darkened. "No, Vijay. We can't take your money."
I met his gaze. "Come on Sukhi. Consider it repayment for you saving me in college." I said, my voice firm. "I owe you this."
"What happened in college?" Neeta asked, looking confused.
"Nothing," I said before Sukhi could reply, not wanting to let him open the pandora's box that would tell Neeta why I had walked away, "that's between us guy friends, isn't it?" I said, trying to keep my voice light.
Sukhi looked at me, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and something else I couldn’t quite place. "That was then, this is now. I can't let you do this."
"You can and you will. If not for you, then for your daughter's future. Neeta, come on, talk some sense into him. Whatever our history, she deserves her dreams."
After much coaxing, they reluctantly agreed to let me bear the cost of Charmi's travel, dorm cost and a stipend for living expenses. I was given the honor of breaking the news to Charmi when she got home from college and got the biggest squeal and bear hug imaginable.
It was with a heavy heart that I walked away that day bringing back memories of the day I had walked away, all those years ago.