Date: 3 Sep 2002 11:51:26 -0000
From: Alisha Mathew A <alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com>
Subject: Lesbian Diaries IV By Alisha

 LESBIAN DIARIES PART IV BY ALISHA

It was a Sunday. Pinky was washing her clothes; her sister and brother had
gone to the paddy fields. They were assigned with the duty to throw stones
at the birds so as to prevent the paddy seeds just sown. The children would
get some money in that way. Pinky's mother had gone to a relatives' house
to attend a wedding. She was happily humming a song when she saw a guy
dressed in jeans and a flower shirt walking towards her house from the
other end of the paddy fields. He had put a sunglass and was walking with
causal steps, as the way was muddy. She looked at the guy and she got a
feeling that she had seen him somewhere. She was surprised when he came
directly at her house. She suddenly put a towel on her chest so as to hide
her breasts troubling to break out her blouse.

 He took his glasses away and then she remembered him. He was the studio
man, why did he come to her house. "I came to show you your photos", he
said. " Alisha had told you to give it to her, I don't have money to pay to
you", Pinky said. "Who said anything about money, please see them for a
while", he said. He offered her an envelope and she opened it curiously.
The snaps came out and they surprised her, the first one was the photo with
Alisha and she was blushed to see the pose. There was an obvious appearance
of more than a causal friendship in the photo. The second photo surprised
her. It was a picture capturing her image, only her image, how did he take
that she wondered. "Who told you to take my snap alone?", she asked
him. "Sorry I could not help it, you are so beautiful, such a cute face its
very rare, I could not help taking a photo of you", he said. "I came here
to ask your permission, I want to send it to a cover page for a magazine,
they will love it, they have never seen such a beautiful face before", he
said. "No, don't do that, I don't want you to publish it", Pinky said. She
was glad at seeing her face so beautifully captured by the man. "In that
case will you permit me to keep at my studio, it would serve as an
advertisement to me", he cajoled again. "No, people will think ill of that,
no never do that", Pinky said. She was wondering how she would look like in
a hoarding like a film star advertising for products. "Am I such
beautiful?", she could not help asking him. "Well to tell you frankly was
in a hurry to capture your face, your friend did not allow me to take a
snap, I thought won't be able to capture your beautiful face, I was lucky
in fact I jumped with joy when I saw I got you in the lab", he said. "Why
don't you come to my studio, I will capture you nicely, you did not put any
makeup that day, don't you, if you had permitted me I could make you look
like a princess", he said. Pinky was overjoyed at his compliments. But she
wanted to ignore him. She had no money. Even if he would take her photos
she could not pay him. "My mother don't like taking pictures", she
said. "Well I will tell her, I will take your family photo, your mother
will like it", he was not going to be discouraged. "No, we will come during
festival", she said. "Okay, I don't charge you for that, but please permit
me to keep one photo of you in my personal collections", he said. "Why do
you need my photo?", Pinky asked. "Oh, well I like your face, you are more
than like a film star, just to look at your face when I am lonely", he
said. "Don't you have a family?", Pinky asked again. "No, I am an orphan,
now I have not much money, the studio has to flourish, then only I can
think about a family", he said. His words made Pinky happy, so he is also
not rich, an orphan, poor him, she felt compassion and she felt he belong
to her own class. That was helpful to shrink her inferiority. "My mother
will be coming soon", she said. " Okay then keep the photos with you, I
have to meet a friend", he said. Pinky did not expect that, she was not
meaning to end the conversation. But since he offered to leave she had
nothing more to do. She saw her brothr and sister coming to the house. "Who
is this ?" they asked. "He is a photo taking man", Pinky hurriedly
said. Then the guy took a piece of paper from his pocket and gave it to
Pinky. "This is the receipt, I forgot to give it to your friend", he
said. Pinky got the clue, "Okay, I will give it to Alisha", she said. "I am
staying over there, he showed the direction, it was on the way to Alisha's
house, you come with your mom one day", he told her. "Okay", she was
happier. He was inviting her with her mother. Perhaps he might be loving
her. The thought about love from his side excited her. He waved goodbye and
left hurriedly.  Pinky went to her room and opened the folded piece of
paper. It was a message, "Will you please come to my studio on Friday, we
have holiday on Friday, but I will wait for you, I want to take some photos
of you", she re read it and toyed with the idea of visiting the studio,
then she tore the paper and burnt it. Pinky took the photos browsed
them. She looked at the photos, she looked at their group photo. She
remembered the night with Alisha, it made her excited, and she felt a
desire again. Then she looked at her own photo. She was proud she looked
more beautiful than Alisha.  She kissed at her image, "Am I such
beautiful", she wondered. She hummed a song and hid the photos behind cover
of a book. She remembered that she had to bath .

  So she went to the well and drew water from the well. She carried it to
the coconut wall made shed nearby she closed the door. She began to shed
her clothes. She put her blouse away, she put it on the wall. She removed
her lungi and under skirt. She was standing wearing her new bra and
panties. The black brassieres fit her well. She unhooked the clips behind
her and yanked her bra away. She put it to her nose and inhaled her
smell. If Alisha was here she would have begged to smell the rag, she
thought. She could not understand why Alisha was so crazy about her
smell. Have I got a fragrance, she could not feel any difference. She then
yanked her panties, she looked at the stained parts where her pussy meet
her panties. Why women's panties stick at that place, she saw a wet spot on
her satin panties. She touched it, and inspected. She was not expecting her
periods then, she was having a regular period. She put the panties away,
she looked out for any stray dogs. She felt ashamed thinking about the days
when she had to go to school with nothing under her skirt. The wind
caressed her naked body. She felt goose bumps rising. She poured a mug of
water on her head. She felt chilled for an instant. She made a little
hiss. She poured again, she took the last piece of soap and began to soap
her body. She sat on a small rock put for washing the dresses. She foamed a
lather and applied it to her breasts. If only Alisha was here, she would
have died to do like this, she thought. She thought about Alisha, she began
to soap under her belly, her pubis became a foaming triangle. She inserted
a finger into her opening and tried to rotate it. She did it until she got
a small climax.

Friday came, she had told her mother that she was going to visit
Alisha. Her mother agreed she was all praise of that girl. "They are big
people, don't go there every now and then", she said. "Alisha asked me to
come mama", she said. She took a book and went to the town, she used the
mid roads and did not use main road as she feared someone will notice
her. She reached the market and the studio was near the market, she stepped
towards the studio and looked around. None was watching, she climbed quick
steps and reached the studio, it was half open. She hesitated for an
instant. Then he appeared from steps above. He was smoking a cigarette
watching the road. He had seen her approaching and was waiting near the
steps. "Come inside", he asked her and when they entered the studio he put
the board "Holiday" outside.

"Thank you for coming", he said. Pinky was nervous. "I want to go soon",
she said.  "No problem, we will take a few snaps, and you may go", he said.
He switched on the lights and arranged the camera stands, lightings
etc. When he came to her she was applying mascara to her eyes. "No I will
do the makeup", he offered. He was an expert in making up. Within a few
minutes he took a number of bottles and applied rose powder on her
face. Her expert fingers converted her like a starlet within a few
seconds. He braided her hair after splitting it into two. He took some
small fringes of hair from her forehead and arranged it to fall on her
forehead. "This will make your forehead smaller", he said. "You know hair
makeup's!", she asked.  "I had done for so many stars at Bombay", he
said. "Now look in the mirror, see how my princess looks", he said. She
looked and she could not believe her eyes. She had changed from a country
girl to a beautiful Cinderella.

"Now we take the photo", he lead her to the sofa. He lifted her chin, "Keep
this position, give a smile, no not so broad, give your stylish cute smile,
please ", he pleaded. Pinky was elevated for the attention she
received. "Guy , do you know how much do I love you", she made a silent
comment. "Your blouses, its better if you adjust the front a little bit
upwards", he said. Pinky was blushed , she had clipped her bra so tight
that in the photo it should not be so prominent. She tried to shrug her
shoulders and make some uplift. "A bit more, why do you make it so tight?",
before she could prevent, he cupped her breasts and give a pat from
downside. Pinky was blushing, her cleavage was clearly seen then. She tried
to cover it. "Don't make your makeup do, already you are sweating too
much", he said. Before she could do anything he opened her blouse and was
adjusting her brassieres. Waves of a thousand watt electricity passed
through her, her nipples started to become taut. He used a powder puff and
applied some powder to her cleavage and the puff sucked her sweat beads on
her cleavage. "This bra, its not suited to such type of blouses, its very
tight", before she could say anything he unclasped her bra from
behind. "No, please don't do that", she said but her words did not come
out. Her proud breasts were fast growing in his palms, he massaged them
boldly. "No, please don't", she said. "Dear, look at those darlings, let us
wear this blouse without the bra", he said cuddling her breasts softly. She
was getting wet, she saw his piercing eyes on the mirror, they were making
her damn excited. She wanted to protest but she did not. The photographer
clicked a few times. "Now please lie down in the sofa, please smile at me,
yes, you look like Madhuri Dixit", he said. Madhuri is darling of Indian
film buffs. Pinky felt proud, she posed in the sofa smiling seductively at
him. "Open your blouse a little bit", he said. He unbuttoned her quickly
and efficiently. Pinky was one among hundreds of such girls he met. Quite
efficiently he made her half nude. "Dear I could not help, but I want to
kiss them", he began to kiss her sitting on the floor. His tongue encircled
her areola. He found a small stray hair around her nipple, he bit it and
pulled it out. She gave a cry and he captured her lips, the smell of
cigarette she inhaled from his thick lips. It was different than Alisha's
soft lips. Alisha's touches were sensual but his was more manly, he grabbed
her breasts and crushed them, his teeth made marks on her shoulders. Pinky
loved his brutal handling of her, she felt captured by a powerful man. He
kissed downwards, the clothes were gone one by one, he spread her legs
wide, she welcomed his impatient thrusts, his member entered her. She felt
a sudden pain but it lasted only for a few minutes then he started moving
in her. Her nails digged into the flesh of him.

When Pinky came to her senses she was completely nude. He was smoking a
cigarette. It was evening she quickly dressed and washed her face. She
could not go to Alisha's house that day. She grabbed her book and proceeded
to leave. "I will give your photos next Friday", he said with a smile. She
felt shy, "I cannot come here", she said. "No need you collect them from my
house, next Friday", he said. She looked at the mirror, his lips were
swollen. "You bit me", she said. "Sorry, I will kiss your marks away", he
kissed her again. The smell of tobacco irritated her. She left the studio
and fortunately no one noticed her. She went home via market and when she
was near the paddy fields, she was afraid. Time was 6 p.m. She did not go
to Alisha's house. She need an excuse to tell to her mother. Then she saw a
crowd of ladies at a house nearby. "Whats the event?", she asked a
granny. "The girl Lena got her first periods!", the sixty year lady replied
coyly. She participated in the function of bathing the girl with turmeric
and other functions. When she reached her house, her mother questioned,
"Where were you, did you see Alisha?". "No, I was going there, but the
ladies made me participate in the function, that Lena got her puberty!",
Pinky said. "That was good, at least you went there, I was waiting for you
to go there, did she emit much blood?", her mother asked. Pinky and her
mother started discussing it.

Alisha was expecting Pinky or her letter. She could not sleep, her mother
understood her impatience. "What's wrong with you, do you have periods?",
she asked. Alisha said no. "Shall I go to Pinky's house mama?", she
asked. "No, she may be having household jobs, why don't you ask her to come
here?", her mother told. "She may thinking that she might disturb us",
Alisha said. "You tell her to come here", her mother ignored her
request. Then she noticed Alisha was crest fallen. "Okay I will send you
tomorrow, now its evening, go and study", she said. Alisha went to her room
she took the photo from under her pillows. "My love, my sweet Pinky", she
kissed Pinky's snap. "You don't know how much I love you", she tried to
remember the jasmine smell. By the time Pinky was bathing in her coconut
wall made bathroom. She stood there nude, she poured one mug of water over
her head. She felt her flesh bruised here and there, there were bite marks
and her lips were still swollen. She thought about her time at the studio,
she imagined she was handled everywhere by the photographer's fingers. She
liked his rough kisses and the marks he made on her smooth back. She began
to soap her thighs she washed her pubis carefully, she was afraid if she
could get pregnant. When she was drying she noticed her pubis had become
much hairy, suppose I cut them she thought. She had no scissors at home,
she went to her house and searched her father's hold all moth eaten and
dirty. She found a razor and some blades. She quickly returned to the
bathroom. Her mother and kids were gone to Lena's house. Sweets are
distributed to all when a girl attains her first period.

She made a lather again on her pubis. She took her father's old razor and
put it around her navel. The hairs were wet and clumsy and bubbly. She
applied the razor down with one move. "Ha, shit", she cried. Not only some
hair but a lot of scalp also came with the razor. She cursed, she put a lot
of water, blood was coming out. She went frantic. She put her lungi and run
to her house. She took some spider's web from the kitchen corner. The
spider's web is used as a healing for cut wounds. She put the nasty razor
away. She began to dry her hair. Her mother and children came pleased with
lots of sweets after some time. Pinky said she did not feel well to eat
sweets. She slept like a pig. She dreamt the photographer marrying her. She
murmured in her sleep.

"Wake up, girl, Alisha has come", Pinky's mother patted her. She looked at
her mother in irritation for waking her up from the sweet dreams she
enjoyed. Then she saw Alisha entering her room and she tried quickly to
lower her skirt to hide her naked calves. Her mother went to the kitchen to
make coffee. Alisha came to Pinky and hugged her, "Dear I was expecting you
for past few days why didn't you come", she hugged her closely and in the
process she understood that Pinky did not wear any underwears. Her big
bosom was warm and the touch of her bosom to her own breasts thrilled
Alisha. Alisha wished she too had not worn bra inside.