Chapter 2 – A Sunday well spent


Well rested, Reshma‘s eyes fluttered open, and she looked around the room. Feeling wetness on her breasts, she looked at them. Milk had soaked the tank top around her nipples. She looked at her baby, who was sleeping next to her, and smiled. She sat up slowly and got down from the bed. She removed her top and threw it into a laundry basket as she went to the closet. She stood in front of the mirrored closet door and looked at her reflection. She liked the grey jersey shorts she had bought a week ago. The soft, elastic fabric clung to her wide hips, plump buttocks, and thick, round, shapely thighs. She moved her hair behind her shoulders and cupped her breasts with her hands. Feeling the fullness of her breasts, she went to the window, tilting her head from side to side. She stopped near the window, moved the curtain a little, and looked out. It was a sunny day. She wanted to spend the Sunday peacefully, free from too much activity and commitments. She admired the colourful flowers in her small garden for a while. Then she moved away from the window and did neck and torso rotations, side bends, arm raises, and lunges.

After quick warm-up exercises, she looked at her baby. He was still sleeping. She smiled with love for her baby son. She knew he would sleep for another hour, so she removed her shorts, took her towel, and went to the attached bathroom.

She finished her morning bathroom routine first, then she had a bath. After a refreshing bath, she stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel. She stood in front of the dressing table and saw the reflection of her baby still sleeping on the bed. She kept the towel on the backrest of a chair and took a comb. Seeing her reflection in the mirror, she combed her waist-length, straight black hair. She looked at her pubic area and genitals. It looked clean after shaving the pubic hair. Although she didn’t meet clients on Sundays, she had just shaved because it had become a habit to shave once a week after joining the club. She also believed that shaving was hygienic because sweat, bacteria, vaginal discharge and semen were all trapped in pubic hair, giving off an unpleasant odour until she had a bath. Besides habitual and hygienic reasons, without pubic hair, she had also found it easy to wipe off vaginal discharge and semen after having sex.

Feeling refreshed, she went to the closet and took clean clothes. She stood before the sliding mirrored doors of the closet and got dressed. She put on undergarments first, followed by a blue denim midi skirt and a white T-shirt. After a final check on her sleeping baby, she left the room and headed to the kitchen to make sandwiches for breakfast.

She was making sandwiches when Alma walked into the kitchen and said, “Good morning, Maa!”

Reshma smiled and said, “Good morning, Alma.”

Alma hugged Reshma from behind and asked, “What are you cooking, Ma?”

“Just sandwiches for breakfast, sweetieie,” Reshma said.

Alma gave Reshma a tight hug and said, “Looks delicious, Maa.”

“Ouch! Don’t break my bones,” Reshma said. “Go to my room and watch, baby. I’ll call you when breakfast is ready.”

Alma chuckled and kissed Reshma’s right cheek. “Ok, Maa!” She said. She withdrew her arms from Reshma and left the kitchen.

Reshma smiled and shook her head. She was pleased to see Alma transforming into a beautiful young woman, but she was puzzled by Alma’s recent increase in physical affection over the last couple of months. Alma had been hugging her and kissing her frequently. She wondered about Alma’s physical attraction to her and her sexual orientation. Though she had known Alma for six years, she couldn’t keep up with Alma’s rapidly maturing mind. She had brought Alma from the orphanage before she was five years old and raised her as her own child. She felt every bit like a mother to Alma, and she was determined to support her in every way.

Reshma finished making sandwiches and kept them on a tray. She took the tray and a kettle of coffee and went to the living room. She kept the dishes on the teapoy and went to her bedroom. She saw Alma playing with her baby and asked, “When did he wake up?”

“Just now, Maa,” Alma said.

“I want to give him a bath. I’ll fill water in the bathtub,” Reshma said and went to the bathroom. She filled a bucket with warm water and went to the balcony. She quickly cleaned the plastic bathtub and poured water into it. Then she entered the room and said, “I kept sandwiches and coffee on the table. Have breakfast. I’ll give him a bath.”

“Ok, Maa,” Alma said. She got down from the bed and left the room.

Reshma took a diaper-changing sheet and went to the bed. She smiled at the baby and put the sheet next to the baby. Baby was delighted to see her. She talked to the baby affectionately, lifted him and laid him on the sheet. She removed his dirty diaper, took him to the bathroom and washed him. Then she took him to the balcony and kept him in the bathtub.

After giving a bath to the baby, Reshma dried him, put on a new diaper and dressed him up in clean clothes. Then she took him to the living room.

Alma smiled at the baby and said, “Hello, little babe.”

Baby chuckled seeing Alma. Reshma sat on the sofa and made the baby sit on her lap. “Did you like the sandwichs?” she asked.

“It’s very yummy, Maa,” Alma said and sipped coffee from a cup.

Reshma laid baby on her lap and placed her forearm under his head. She lifted her T-shirt, unclipped the flap of her nursing bra and pulled it down. She moved the nipple of her left breast near baby’s mouth. Baby opened his mouth, took her nipple in his mouth and began sucking.

Breastfeeding her baby, Reshma ate breakfast, watched TV and spoke with Alma. She told Alma she wanted to have lunch at the orphanage, as she wanted to check the quality of food being served to the children. She asked Alma to be ready by 12:30.

After having breakfast, Reshma asked Alma to take care of the baby and began doing her chores. At 12 pm, she took the baby to her bedroom and changed his clothes. Then she removed her T-shirt and wore a white, half-sleeve, buttoned casual cotton shirt. The shirt matched the blue denim midi skirt. She quickly combed her hair and touched up her makeup.

After ten minutes, Reshma, the baby and Alma left home. They walked to the orphanage on the narrow streets, which had relatively less traffic and people because it was Sunday. They reached the orphanage after a fifteen-minute walk. Reshma gave the baby to Alma and told her to play with the children in the play area. She met the staff and asked them if they had any concerns. The staff told her everything was going well and the children were happy. Satisfied with their answers, Reshma went to her office. She unlocked and entered the room. She was glad to be back in her office. Everything was as she had left it. She went to her desk, sat on the chair and started her computer.

Reshma replied to her emails and checked her accounts and logs for ten minutes. Then the intercom buzzed. She took the intercom handset and said, “Hello.”

“Ma’am, food is ready,” Jaya, the kitchen manager, said and asked, “Do you want to eat now?”

“I’ll eat now, Jaya. Bring food for me and Alma,” Reshma said.

“Okay, Ma’am,” Jaya said and hung up.

Reshma stood and went to the window. She looked out and saw Alma and her baby with the other children. She went out of her office and waved at Alma. Alma saw Reshma. Reshma gestured with her hand to come and eat. Alma took baby and came towards the office.

Reshma took baby from Alma. She told Alma to have lunch with her and went to her desk. She kept baby on her lap, unbuttoned her top, pulled down the flap of her nursing bra and breastfed her baby.

Alma sat on a chair opposite Reshma, on the other side of the desk, and watched the baby suck Reshma’s nipple. She admired Reshma’s breast and areola.

Reshma looked at Alma and smiled. “What are you thinking, sweetieie?” she asked.

Alma chuckled and asked, “How does your milk taste, Maa?”

Reshma smiled and said, “I don’t know. I haven’t tasted it.”

Alma had seen Reshma breastfeed baby many times and wished she could taste Reshma’s breast milk.

There was a knock at the door. “Food, Ma’am.” It was Jaya’s voice.

“Come in, Jaya,” Reshma said.

Jaya walked in with a tray that had glasses, plates and bowls which had food and drinks. She kept the tray on Reshma’s desk and asked Reshma if she needed anything else. Reshma said she didn’t need anything else, but if she needed something, she’ll call her. She thanked Jaya, and Jaya left the office.

Reshma told Alma she’ll eat after breastfeeding baby and asked Alma to start eating. Alma took her food from the tray and started to eat. Reshma watched Alma eating and wondered what could have made an 18-year-old to speculate how breast milk would taste. She thought it could just be curiosity or sexual attraction. She felt baby’s mouth release her nipple and looked down at the baby. Baby tried to sit, so she lifted him and made him stand on the floor. She told him to play with his toys. Baby walked away to the temporary play area that had been set up in one corner of her office.

Reshma took a glass from the tray and held it under the nipple of her right breast. She kept her fingers and a thumb on her areola and gently squeezed. Fresh milk sprayed into the glass. She looked at Alma and gave her an understanding smile. Alma smiled, feeling reassured that her Maa always understood her.

Reshma filled half the glass and gave it to Alma. Alma smiled happily and took the glass. She took a sip from the glass and said, “Maa, it’s so good. It’s sweet and creamy like almond milk.”

Reshma smiled and lifted her breast. She bent her head, opened her mouth and closed it around her areola. She sucked and tasted her milk. She swallowed her milk and pulled her nipple out of her mouth. “It’s not bad,” Reshma said.

“Yes, Maa. I love it,” Alma said and drank all the milk from the glass.

“You can have more later, sweetie. I’m hungry. I have to eat first,” Reshma said and covered her breast with the flap of her nursing bra.

“Okay, Maa,” Alma said and continued eating.

Reshma buttoned her top and began eating. But just after a couple of minutes, her phone began ringing. Reshma looked at the screen and saw a picture of Deepthi. She took her phone, swiped the screen, kept it close to her ear and said, “Hello, Deepthi!”

“Hello, Reshma! How are you?” Deepthi asked.

“Good, Deepthi. How are you?” Reshma asked.

“I am fine. Reshma. I called regarding a client,” Deepthi said. “Sanjana is sick. One of her clients had booked an appointment with her today at 4pm. I called him and told him Sanjana is sick, but he doesn’t want to reschedule the appointment. He wants to meet someone who looks like her. So I called Rupa, but Rupa is busy. We don’t have anybody who looks like Sanjana in our club.”

“Oh! What are you going to do?” Reshma said and continued munching food.

“I want to send him a picture of someone he can’t resist,” Deepthi said and laughed.

“Do you know someone he can’t resist?” Reshma asked, wondering if there was anyone better looking than Sanjana in the club.

“I want to send your picture to him,” Deepthi said and chuckled.

“What?” Reshma asked and laughed. “I’m not irresistible!” She said.

“Don’t underestimate yourself. You are gorgeous. This guy won’t be able to resist you,” Deepthi said.

“I don’t know, Deepthi. I don’t mind replacing Sanjana today, if that helps you, but you know I am selective about my clients,” Reshma said and asked, “Can you send a picture of this guy?”

“Sure, Reshma. He is a rich businessman’s son. He is in his mid-twenties. You’ll like him. I’ll hang up and send you his picture. Call me if you are okay with him,” Deepthi said, hoping Reshma would like the client.

“Ok, Deepthi,” Reshma said.

“Ok. Talk to you soon,” Deepthi said and hung up.

Reshma kept the phone on the desk and thought, ‘It’s not just the looks. It’s also their behaviour towards others.’ But she knew pictures were not enough to know how a person would behave. But, she also knew a picture is worth a thousand words.

She continued eating, hoping the client would be a decent guy. She looked at Alma, who had finished eating and was playing with baby. She was pleased Alma had liked her milk. She wondered if Alma would like to drink milk directly from her breasts.

A few minutes later, her phone buzzed. She took the phone, unlocked it and opened the picture. She saw the picture and smiled. She swiped and saw the next picture. She was glad the guy was handsome. She ate, feeling a bit excited to have sex with him.