Avasa (Part II)

The concert has been a success. Most people came just to see if a bunch of girls could actually play their instruments right. Many of them had probably been waiting for us to fall. I guess we showed them, ripping through sixteen original songs and a few covers in two hours.

The crowd had been fiercely divided, though. We had lots to say in between songs, and we got plenty of reactions. We opened with -- what else -- our first feminist track, "I'm Not a Good Little Indian Girl", which set the tone for the rest of the evening.

We sang about politics, we sang about corruption, we sang an ode to the people that got killed in communal riots in Gujarat, we sang about our hatred for the indifferent, Prada-wearing Indian elite, we sang about the plight of homosexuals, we sang about love and we sang about sex.

I really don't think anyone was expecting that kind of controversy. We took them by surprise. But we had energy on stage, and the crowd was feeding off it. By the end of it, we had whipped them up into a frenzy, and we finished off with a cover of Black Flag's "Rise Above" that had the crowd on its feet screaming along with us: "We are tired of your abuse / Try to stop us, it's no use." We were cheered off as we left.

Back at Avi's house, we make love in her basement. We're both in a post-coital stupor, lying naked and sweaty on the floor, kissing.

When I can breathe again, I push her to the side and turn to face her. "Tell me something, Avi. We've been together for what, like, a year now. Why do you always get to be in charge in bed?"

"So that you have all the fun."

I make a face. "Yeah, that's great, but why can't I ever go down on you?"

"Because it's all for you." She's being so naïve.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"Well, I don't know," she says, and it's obvious she thinks she's humoring me. "Isn't this how we defined the relationship right from the start?"

"*We*?" I say disbelievingly. "*We* didn't define anything! *You* did the defining...I was too inexperienced to argue."

"You know, I have issues with giving up control."

"And I have issues with not knowing any technique!" I shoot back. "Look, I know you have sexual boundaries and I should respect them and all that. But I'm sorry, I'm dying to get on top...and weren't *you* the one who said 'don't knock it till you've tried it'?"

She considers this. "Well..."

"Well?" I prod her with my elbow.

"Well, okay," she says finally.

YES! I think to myself. "I'll be right back," I tell her, and rummage through my bagpack.

"What are you doing?" asks Avi in an amused voice.

"Just wait," I say. I'll be damned if I don't make her come ten times tonight.

I turn the lights on slightly, but leave them dim. I walk back to Avi. "Get up," I say softly, offering her my hands.

She looks confused, but obeys.

I put my arms around her waist and kiss her on the mouth. She kisses back aggressively, but I'm letting her know that this is my ballgame. I bite her lip and start planting quick kisses all over her face and mouth. She starts smiling. I can hear her breathing get quicker.

I press my lips against hers, parting them with my tongue. The kiss consumes her. I can feel that she has no clue where she is or whose hands are exploring her naked body...for that moment, the kiss is all there is.

I stop kissing for a second. As our lips part, I feel an electricity shoot through my entire body. I let my hands rest on her bare shoulders, squeezing the strong muscles on her back, staring into her dark eyes, and watching them stare back. Not taking my eyes off her, I reach down into the box I took out of my bagpack. When I take my hand out, she sees my fingers covered with paint.

"Where did you get that from?"

"Shhh," I say, putting a finger from my free hand to her lips. "Stole it after the festival."

I run a finger lightly from the base of her neck down her stomach and to her mound, leaving a trail of paint over her body. I can feel her quiver slightly in front of me. I dip the fingers on my other hand in the paint as well. I run my hands over the sides of her body, and down over her hips.

I drop to my knees so that my face is at the same level as her navel. I kiss her stomach, and stare up at her face. She puts her hands in my hair. I run my hands all over her legs -- the inside of her thighs and her calves and her knees. I can feel them buckling.

I pull her down so that she is lying on the cold floor with me above her. I gaze at her body. Her nipples are completely erect. "You are beautiful," I whisper. I dip my fingers into the paint again. I rub paint over her shoulders, letting my hands wander near her breasts, but not quite touching them. She breathes quietly.

Slowly, I start fondling her breasts, smearing paint all over them. Her body is covered with colour. I cup both her breasts in my hands and kiss her hard. My tongue meets hers; she is staring at me with her eyes wide, almost as if she is overawed by my sudden display of aggression.

I make her turn over on the floor. I use my hand to trace patterns on her back and hips with the paint in my hand. I slip a finger between her buttocks and touch her love bud, which is ready and waiting. She calls out my name. "Right there, Nadya. Don't stop."

"Not yet, sweetheart," I whisper. I lower my lips to kiss down her back, running my tongue over it in baroque patterns. I nudge her to turn over, and I lie on top of her, kissing her mouth, letting my hands touch her arms, the sides of her body, and the insides of her legs. I start trailing kisses down her body, starting from her neck, her collarbone, over her breasts, her stomach, and finally, just above her mound, where I can see her clitoris erect and begging for my touch, and her pussy glistening.

She can't help but make the 'oomph' sound, over and over.

I stop kissing and smile at her. She has her back arched and she is staring at the ceiling, her face showing an expression of pure ecstasy. I have loved letting her make love to me in the past...but I never even realized what I was missing by letting her be the sole giver.

She returns my gaze. Her eyes are blazing. Her body is shuddering in my arms, screaming out to me, "What are you waiting for?" She is a contradiction. Always the giver, today she is more demanding than I ever thought she could be.

And she is so very, very wet.

We entwine our legs together. I kiss her more, and grope her breasts frantically. I press closer, and my hands go to her waist, as our bodies begin their delicious grinding with a desperate urgency.

Her low moaning is getting louder, louder...almost becoming a scream. Something has happened to her. She has let me touch her, let me release pent-up desire inside of her. Sweat is pouring out of every pore in Avi's body. The salty scent fills the air and pervades my senses. Then suddenly, as if realizing she has made the awful mistake of letting her guard down, as if she's not completely ready to surrender to me yet, she wraps her arms around my back tightly, kissing my chin and neck.

Soon we are wrestling, both of us trying to gain control. Our bodies thrash against each other, our tongues licking, sucking, exploring, both of us eager to please the other. I bring up my knee and rub it against her clitoris. She loses control instantly, dropping backwards, letting out an almost animal-like scream.

I move in for the kill. I fondle her breasts with one hand, and let the other hand rub against her clitoris, back and forth, back and forth, until she is holding her head in her hands, her mouth wide open, gasping, sighing, breathless. Her eyes look pleading. Kiss me. Touch me. Love me now.

I drop between her legs. I run my tongue over the insides of her thighs, enjoying the tremors I am creating through them. I wrap my arms around her legs, holding them down. I lick her clitoris, sucking it gently. She is bucking wildly now, and I am moving my tongue in time with her body, lapping up her juices.

I bring a finger to her pussy while I lick her clitoris. I enter her slowly, inserting one finger, then a second, then a third. I can feel her walls closing in on my fingers. Her screams have become soft whimpers.

"Ohhh, yesss...ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, Nadya..."

I let my fingers probe deeper and deeper. Her body jerks involuntarily, as her orgasm takes over her. I resume licking her clitoris, this time, at an excruciatingly slow pace. She lets out a primal scream again. A second orgasm wracks her body, followed by a third.

As we nestle into a comfortable embrace, I realize faintly that the paint on her body has rubbed off on mine. We must look like quite a sight...bodies naked, glistening with sweat, and covered with paint. I look at the angel I'm holding in my arms, and watch her regain her breath.

She is finally able to speak. "That was...that was...wow." I kiss her lightly on the lips. She gets up, and for a minute I think she wants to be back in control again. Then she says, almost childlike, "Do it again."