Tiptoeing towards love

31

Parthiban

Mozhi's first-semester examination result has been published and she is being cloudy now because of her inability to top the exam. A girl from some other college under the University has gotten the first rank and the second was secured by Priya, followed by another guy from her class...

Mozhi scored less than the said guy and hence has occupied the fourth place.

"I tried my best. I don't know what should I do more," I heed her grieving from the kitchen while I work on my laptop, seated on the couch in the lounge.

She has been blabbering from the moment I picked her up from the college and still hasn't closed her mouth. I let her be as venting out frustration is a good remedy to reduce the distress.

"I will do my best in the upcoming second semester too but If I don't score well, then...I will not talk to god! How can he be partial while allocating IQs to the brains of people," I shake my head quietly at her rambling.

"Mama...are you listening to me or not?" I stare at her side and respond earnestly. "I'm Mozhi ma," she nods her head, satisfactorily and continues to speak.

I have no idea why but heeding her talk endlessly gives me a sort of happiness that I can't quite pinpoint precisely. It keeps our home alive.

"Mama, I can't accept this. How did I not top the examination? I learned every portion and revised it well. And I wrote it finely too. Then how did this happen?" I slowly tilt my head to her.

"Mozhi ma...they might have worked harder than you and written the exam more perfectly. Put your bestest efforts next time, okay?" She squints her eyes at me.

"I don't understand mama! I sleep at 2 'o'clock every night and wake up at 6 'o'clock during my preparation time. And I revised excellently too! How can I study harder than this?" I scratch the back of my neck, a little irritated.

"You stayed up until 2 am, but I don't think you were studying effectively. You were way too sleepy to focus on the contents of the books. And it's the same case when you wake up at 6 am. It doesn't matter when you wake up or when you go to sleep Mozhi ma, what matters is your concentration and unfortunately, you lack it most of the time...you get distracted easily while studying," I say calculatively, watching the colour leave her face and become dark with resentment.

"I don't intend to say that you aren't intelligent. But you need to improve..." I quickly try to convince her but she is already storming towards me.

"Manasatchi iruka mama ungalku!"
(Do you have any conscience?) She booms as she halts in front of me.

"You should try to console me by saying some sweet words instead of being this honest and straightforward. I know I'm lazy sometimes but still, I tried my best, really mama," She sits beside me and sighs.

Placing the laptop away, I turn to her side. "I just wanted you to acknowledge your faults as well so that you could rectify them and do better in the upcoming examination," she glances at me and slants back on the couch before shutting her eyes.

She has grown up visibly. She has become a bit taller and chubbier. Her hair has lengthened to her hip now and she has a well rounded breasts that I never forget to notice nor fail to imagine myself clamping them.

I don't know If we are ready to take that step yet. I could still remember her trembling under me when I kissed her neck on her birthday. Hence judging by her reaction back then, I don't think she would be okay with me clutching her breasts.

But I can try I guess...

If she's horrified, I will avoid touching them henceforth.

Gulping slightly, I forward both of my hands to her breast and near them cautiously. "Mama I--" Mozhi abruptly speak up but pauses with her eyes wide as she sees my hands close to her breast in a cupping position.

An awkward silence remains between us as I swiftly bring my hand back and heave my laptop onto my lap, resuming to work as If I hadn't just tried to cup her breasts.

I let out a relieved breath when Mozhi rushes to the kitchen without confronting me about my attempt to touch her chest.

For the next few hours, we both didn't even glance at each other. She was cooking intently while I typed away on my laptop...

However, when the dinner was prepared, instead of calling me as usual, she made sounds with the utensils, impliedly asking me to be seated on the dining chair.

Turning the laptop off, I saunter towards the dining table and sit at one of the chairs surrounding it. Mozhi distributes the food on my plate nervously and settles herself next to me after getting a plate of food for herself.

We were quiet throughout the dinner. Neither of us tried to initiate a conversation and subsequently, Mozhi retired to our room first as I took up the dishwashing work.

Once finishing the same, I lock the main door and turn the lights off before ascending the stairs.

I hesitate mildly as I enter our room. Closing the door behind me, I swirl around and my eyes fall on my Mozhi who is under the blanket.

She has this habit of cloaking her entire body with the blanket when she sleeps alone but I can't figure out If she's really dozing off right now or just acting to escape from communicating with me.

"Mozhi..." I call as I carefully peel the blanket off from her face. The movement of her eyeballs beneath her eyelids confirmed that she was indeed pretending to be in slumber.

"We need to talk. I know you are awake," at my words, she eventually opens her eyes and sits on the bed.

"I tried to do that to know If you are comfortable with it..." She keeps her eyes low on the blanket and doesn't reply.

"Sorry ma..." I feel so fucking awful for frightening my Mozhi to this extent. Switching the lights off, I sourly lay on my side and tug the duvet to my chest level. I sense Mozhi moving towards me in the dark and as every day, her back grazes my upper body as I hold her waist softly, cuddling her.

Nuzzling my head in the crook of her neck, I sigh a relaxed breath as she willingly came to me. This indicates that she isn't unnerved by me which I'm beyond glad to know...

A few minutes later, Mozhi places her hand on top of mine that was resting over her waist. Her soft palm moves mine upward and my eyes shots open as she lets me grope her breast over her clothes.

Fuck!!

My heartbeat escalates and my hormones run wild as I instinctively squeeze her breasts within my palm. It's so squishy and round that I could play with them without getting bored ever.

Kissing her earlobe, I crush her left breast once more and feel her body shuddering. She has worn a tight t-shirt as always and so it was easier for me to spot her erected nipple. I purposely let my thumb rub on it and I pinch it using my index finger and thumb.

Mozhi whimpers lightly and arches her head as I kiss behind her ear and play with her bosom. I shift my attention to her other breasts and massage them for a couple of minutes...

I want to feel them bare.

And I tried my luck by striving to lurk my hand inside her t-shirt but she held onto my wrist.

Fuck it, I am satisfied with squeezing them over the clothes alone. That night, I was kneading her breasts until I fell asleep...

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