Last week Kapil, my friend from school, mailed he’s to be father. I was happy of course but what he’s up to? I mean it was only weeks when I apologised for not attending his wedding. I shot off a mail and called him up. I jeered, taunted, and congratulated him again and again. We reminisced about our school days, gave latest updates and talked till my mobile was hot and hurting. Good kid he is.

I still remember the day he first got laid. I was still removing my shoes when he called. Come to ICH now, he said. That’s it and he dropped off. I quickly freshened, changed and was out. ICH was our favorite hangout. You can walk in, order a coffee and just settle down. No one will ask you to move and you can sit there sipping coffee for hours together. The place would always be filled with students, office goers, and lovers. It had a separate enclosure for lovers, marked "Family". When I entered Kapil was already there with Bharat in the non-family section. Bharat was also in the same class but in a different section. He was C I think, and I (and Kapil) were A. There was competition and intense rivalry between sections in every school function but that’s a different story. I grabbed a paper and settled down and was looking at the movies section. First show was still an hr away and I assumed we’re going for a movie. (In my city, after 1st week, you can produce your student ID and get 50% concession on the ticket. Cool na?)

I didnt notice the glow on his face initially. The way he was smiling ear to ear and I could tell he was carrying some secret.

"You didnt come to school today?".

"I did it".

"Did what?"

He showed with his hands our signature sign of doing it. And I knew he was telling the truth. In those times sex wasnt for 17yr olds, so it was some time before Bharat nodded. And grinned. We were happy for him and wanted details but he was philosophical.

"Breasts are the softest thing on Earth yaar. Softer than talcum powder"

"Bhenchod", we breathed.

Bhenchod means sisterfcuker. It also means "a good friend". Depending upon your saying it can also mean Hi; Hello; Excuse me; Sorry; Thank you; Congratulations; Happy Birthday; May I help you?; Can you help me? It’s a pseud way to express happiness, sorrow, pain, sadness, thrill, tragedy or just pure joy. In this case I meant, Man you’re one hell of a sisterfcuker, we salute you.

He nodded but said nothing. So it was question-answer time.

"Thrice".

"Thrice?"

" ;Thrice"

"Protection?"

"Kohinoor&q uot;

Kohinoor is a popular brand of condoms. We didnt have many brands then. Today of course you get all brands, and all kinds. Plain. Coloured. Dotted. Ribbed. Flavoured, everything.

"She, oral-sex?"

"Yes"

"Did you?"

"Yes"

"Yuck"

"U mmmm.."

He stuck his toungue out. We laughed. And then the details started flowing. We moaned, leered and laughed while he relived those moments. It was Niki of course. We dint have to ask. She was absent from school as well. I know Niki from 1st or 2nd std. She was thin, plain girl and was taller than me till about 6-7th std. As I was gained height she achieved shape and a nice pretty face. She was in same section with Kapil and I.

After a while, Bharat left citing some work. We talked for some more time before leaving. For a moment, I felt a twang of jealousy in my stomach. Not because she was Niki. But simply because he was blessed while I didnt even know where to pray (or prey?).

Outside he moaned, "Man, I love her" and hugged me. I knew then that we’ll be friends for a long time.