All Is Well

Synopsis:  A sequel to Happy Ending told from the viewpoint of Raj Junior.  

‘Where are you going ?’--A fellow clerk to Albert Einstein

‘I have no idea.’--Albert Einstein, Genius, Episode 4  

‘Why didn’t I see it before ?  It’s so simple !   So beautiful !’--Einstein about Gravity, Genius, Episode 5

‘I’m bound to be right eventually aren’t I ?’--12th Doctor, Doctor Who: Oxygen

Chapter 1--The Present Moment Defined

I grew up in an exceptionally loving home.   I had friends of all walks and lifestyles.   Homogenous as an adjective was only used when describing milk.   I had recently graduated college so I was moving into a cozy apartment that was a fair distance from home.   My parents didn’t want to see me go but they supported me in my decision to become a filmmaker.    

As soon as I got to work, I was up and running but it wasn’t always easy.   Some of my crew tended to be a little lazy, but I was able to motivate them to work towards the production of my first film, Chai Boy.     Granted, working on a movie at length can take up to 9 months, at best.    I now know what it’s like to have a baby and not even have to have intercourse to get it.    Nevertheless, the process is quite laborious, but granted, it is worth every penny.  

Chapter 2--Premiere Night

I could feel beads of sweat collecting on my brow.   As a gesture of hospitality I actually passed out complimentary cups of cold chai to people attending the opening of my film.    I could feel my heart palpitating but my parents kept me calm.    My fellow friend from film school, Marnie, was there, looking forward to seeing my movie.   She was into animation and she animated the cartoon that showed before my film began.  

Her cartoon was called 3 Fates.   It showcased the gods and goddesses, well, mostly the Fates in their everyday lives when they weren’t measuring other’s life-expectancy, weaving the fibers of life or cutting the thread of existence itself.  I liked her portrayal of the 3 Hags.  They weren’t hags at all but rather lovely ladies that nearly got distracted by heroes and villains alike wanting to take them out for dinner, or simply schmooze them to let them live a little longer if their lives were coming to an end.  

‘Marnie, that was incredible !   Your art style has vastly improved.   Your characters are so life-like and robust.’, I complimented.  

‘I’ve had years to practice even though I am self-taught.   Did you know I write and illustrate children’s books as well as poetry and compose music in my spare time ?   I play banjo, believe it or not.  I know it’s not a very elegant instrument, but I love Mumford and Sons, so I hope to start a band like theirs someday.   Say, do you sing, Raj ?’, she said.    I found it funny that she liked to jump around topic wise but I could keep up with her.    My heart still found her unbelievably attractive.    She was a gorgeous black lady with poofy hair, dark eyes, curves, and wide hips.   I watched her lips for a moment and felt my cheeks grow hot.    I wondered if she ever felt the same way about me.

‘Well, Raj.  It’s time to invoke your father’s charm.   Go on, boy !   Do it !  Do it before she walks off or loses interest.’, I heard my conscience bellow at me.   Taking initiative, I walked toward the love of my life, cleared my throat and complimented my friend on her brilliant work.   

Marnie smiled and blushed, hands behind her back, swaying back and forth.   In a moment of irrationality, I grasped her and kissed her cheek.

‘What was that for ?’, she asked, curiously.

‘Time is fleeting.  I’m making the most out of it.’, I said, hugging her tightly.   She had always known I felt grand affection for her.  I had trouble expressing it in words, but my actions never failed me.   

‘Perhaps we can celebrate later tonight in the trailer.   I have a bottle of Sauvignon if you like.  I’ll pair it off with cheeses mother and father brought back from their trip to Paris.’, she said.   

‘That sounds tremendous.’, I said.   I only drank wine on special occasions, so I figured tonight was as good a night as any to be with the one woman who held my heart in the palm of her hand.

Chapter 3--If the Trailer’s Rockin…

It was later in the evening when Marie took my hand to lead me to her trailer.   I had my own that I brought on set when I was working but it was parked in my lawn currently.     Faintly, once inside, I could smell the faint fragrance of sandalwood.   It reminded me of our summers in India during Holi and made me feel nostalgic.    

‘Hey, handsome.’, Marnie said in a husky voice, drawing me close.    I could feel her bosoms pressed against my chest and rubbing against me.   I had a propism and could feel it throbbing against my briefs.   I began kissing her neck and lips softly, unable to control myself.

‘Hmm, seems that we are both of like mind.’, she began as she began undressing me slowly.    Her fluid fingers were driving me absolutely berserk.   I unveiled her lovely black body, her white bra just beckoning to be removed.  I unhooked her bra and began kissing and sucking her nipples, listening to her moan underneath my frame.    My hands melted into hers and I found myself atop her, her hands in a frenzy to remove my pants and briefs.    Her hands grabbed onto my dick for dear life.    She wasn’t harsh, but she was very direct in how she held my member.    She began stroking me and fondling my jewels.   It felt so incredible I felt my entire body shuddering in bliss.    

Marnie pulled herself atop the bed and artfully threw her panties off with the power of her leg.   I had to admit, I was impressed by her athletic prowess.   

I felt Marnie clasp my waist, pulling me into her.   We were both virgins, but the urgency of our desire wouldn’t allow us to wait any longer.    I felt my manhood enter her rose with such force, I was afraid I had broken her.    

‘Oh...Raj…’, Marnie cried, pulling me toward her.    Her vagina was wet and I could feel her G-spot close to the tip of the head of my shaft.    

‘I’m not hurting you, am I ?’, I asked, noticing only the glimmer of her beautiful dark eyes, her sparkling smile and the general look of content on her face.  

‘No.   Not at all.  In fact, you feel wonderful.  You have no idea how long I have wanted you.   I just didn’t want to be seen in the wrong light.’, Marnie confessed.  

‘You won’t be.   I love you.’, I said, in a soft, poetic whisper.    Marnie knew how I felt but I thought it would behoove myself to remind her.   

I began to rock my hips, hosting her legs up a bit to penetrate her deeper.   Her back and body responded and she cried out.  

‘Ah, more...MORE.   Please, don’t stop.’, she cooed.    We built up speed and I found her atop me, bucking and crooning.   I was pretty certain everyone else within a 5 mile radius could hear our loud sounds of pleasure.   

Neither I nor Marnie knew that we were so flexible when it came to different positions.   I tried all sorts of different Kama Sutra poses with her until we both orgasmed for the umpteenth time.    The idea of climax didn’t really matter all that much in that case.  We were simply enjoying the sacredness of union between our bodies.    

Marnie curled up in my arms and sighed softly.   

‘You were remarkable.   I swear I could sense my soul soaring away with yours.’, she said, before falling into a deep sleep.    I wondered what she could’ve been dreaming about but my thoughts drifted away as I too, found myself lost in slumber.    

Chapter 4--Getting Freaky Wherever

The next few weeks were exciting, adrenaline riddled days.   Whenever Marnie wanted sex, it was almost always in a public place.    By that time, we were sure that everyone knew we were together.   We were in a small set and most of the cast and crew were familiarized with one another.    There was no rumor mill since the actors were far too mature to get involved in anyone else’s drama.  TMZ tried to make something out of it, but we simply ignored them.    

‘Raj, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.’, Marnie said when we were at a local soccer game slightly out of town.  We were doing a shoot for our latest collab called Making the Goal.   It was our version of Hoosiers if that film had been centered on soccer rather than basketball.    In our case, in my little town, it was a true story.    Fortunately, it was dark that night and I had brought my own little beach towel for us to canoodle on.    

‘Thinking about making time with me ?  You rogue.’, she purred throatily.   

‘You sound like a character from a 90’s TV show.’, I teased.   If anyone could hear our groans of rapture it would’ve been a miracle to me.   

Even in the dim light, Marnie’s body was a testament to perfection.   I had no doubt in my mind that angels existed because her beauty inspired me constantly to write melodies and poems in tribute.

Her naked black body, ebony under the lights shone like obsidian.   Hungrily, I raked my lips across her neck and she nearly squealed.  

‘You know how much that tickles.’, she giggled.   I mounted her and entered her swiftly and gingerly, taking my time to satisfy her.    After we cried and hollered together for what seemed to be hours, we 69ed under the bleachers and ended in each other’s arms.

‘We’re just a bunch of wild and crazy hoodlums, aren’t we, RJ ?’, she chortled as we snuggled together.    Buck naked, I wrapped the towel around her and hoisted her away in my arms.   I wasn’t about to have the police find us and nab us for indecent exposure.  

Chapter 5--Tying the Knot

My parents were interested in Marnie and loved her as much as I did.  I had met Marnie’s folks and we got along tremendously well but they wondered when we were going to get married.    We had been dating exclusively for about one year now and our romantic lives were completely unhinged.   

‘It’s just that marriages are so expensive nowadays.   We were thinking about something more intimate.’, I said.   Marnie nodded, turning red at the idea.  We would be heading back to India to savor our honeymoon together.   I would show her everything I could and even see if we could meet my favorite superstars at Mannat.   It was a long shot, but I happened to be lucky when it came to celebrities.  

In a matter of months, Marnie and I were wed.   I couldn’t believe how bewitching she looked in a white wedding gown.   She had always been a princess but this night, it was more apparent than ever.    After the reception, we visited my father’s hometown in Mumbai.    We actually did get to see quite a few celebrities roaming around and they mugged for photos with us.   They were actually very honest, down-to-earth people that savored time with fans, especially ones over seas.    

The evening came to a close and I took my newlywed bride to her hotel room.   With my arm wrapped around her waist I held her close.    Gallantly, I swept her into my arms and paraded her across the threshold as all boastful grooms do.   I felt like I was on top of the world with my queen by my side.   

We were finally together, romping around the sheets being so flexible I’m certain the yoga instructor we had back home would’ve been jealous.   

Tenderly, I entered her after worshipping her body with my fingers.   Our bodies were a shrine of love and devotion.    I could still smell the ink on my bride’s hands and feel beads of sweat pooling in her navel and along her forehead.   I adored every moment she made as her body rose and fell against mine.   The ecstasy we felt was only intensified with every orgasm we experienced.   We made love into the night until we completely collapsed, regathering ourselves.    

‘You’re not really slowing down, are you ?’, she asked, her breathing ragged, and her body becoming placid.    My elephant’s trunk was still nestled in her honeypot, soon becoming flaccid after it’s last triumphant explosion.   

‘No, and I hope we never do.’, I added with joy in my heart.    She nuzzled me and laid her head atop my heart before falling asleep.    Feeling like I had just hit the lottery, my fingers caressed her hair and held her close before drifting off.  

Epilogue

Both sides of my family were elated when they had heard that I had become a proud papa.   I had my own little girls named Puja and another named Aishwarya after my favorite Bollywood actress.   The little jewels had become apples of everyone’s eyes.    They did keep us occupied but not to the point where we couldn’t get a little freaky and enjoy our quiet times together.    Our love making was intense and delicate all at the same time.   I realized a simple truth of life.   Love was the ultimate solution to every ill.    No matter how times changed, it all revolved on love.    I was reminded every single time I put my little ladies to bed after singing them a mellifluous Bollywood melody or snuggling next to my darling Marnie.    Life could not be sweeter and love certainly did forever keep us alive and thriving no matter what came down the pike of our lives.  

The End

~*~From the Journal of Rajesh Mohinder Junior