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CHAPTER THREE --- RADHA VISITS HER FAMILY
The forecast for the weekend was for hot and humid weather, so Maya and Radha decided to drive to spend two days with Radha's mother at her house at the lake. The traffic was heavy on the drive to place, and both women were glad when they arrived at Radha's house. Radha's mother was staying there. Krishna's father had died years back, so was glad to have some company --- especially her daughter and her friend Maya.

As they entered the cottage, she welcomed them both. This was second time she had seen Radha since her operation, so Radha received special attention. She said that Radha's sister and her brother were coming the next day and were looking forward to seeing Radha. Radha had not seen either her sister or her brother since her decision to have the operation. In fact, neither of them had seen Radha at all --- they had only seen Krishna. Radha was very nervous about this meeting and wondered what they would think or say. Radha wanted no confrontations and her mother reassured her that they were both looking forward to seeing her and that there would be no problems.

At that point, Maya suggested that a swim would feel good after the long, hot drive. Radha agreed and the two women went to the room in the upstairs to change into their bathing suits. Radha almost decided to wear her new bikini, but changed her mind and got out her new one-piece green bathing suit. As she was undressing, mother came up the stairs with coffee for both. Radha had only her bra and panties on and quickly picked up her dress and held it modestly in front of her.
"Oh, hello, mother. Thanks for bringing the coffee here. We were about to come down to take it?" Radha said.
"No, dear. I came up as I am merely curious. I came to see what my new daughter really looks like. Do you mind?" "Mother......" Radha moaned.
"I never told you, but I always wanted a girl before you were born. But you were a boy. We loved you dearly --- and now you are my daughter...."
Radha slowly dropped the dress kept in front of her as her mother stared at her. Radha then unhooked her bra and let it drop to expose her breasts. Her mother was speechless. Radha then slid her panties down her legs and stood completely naked. She continued to stare at Radha in disbelief.
"Oh, Krishna .... Radha. I never imagined that your operation could make you look like this. Your body is better than mine ever was. Your breasts are beautiful. I just cannot imagine that you were once my son. You look completely female. May I touch you?"
"I ..... I ... guess so," She brought her hands to Radha's breasts and then over the skin of her arms and face. "No one would ever guess. Have you got a boy friend yet, Radha? I must get used to calling you Radha. I don't want to make a mistake and call you Krishna."
Radha was obviously embarrassed. "No, mother, I don't have a boy friend..... At least not yet." "Then I think you will --- very soon. You look better than any woman of your age I have known." "Thank you, Mom." Radha smiled at her. Radha picked her bathing suit off the bed and stepped into it. She quickly pulled it up to cover her breasts and then tugged at it in various places until she was happy it was on properly. The suit fit the curves of her body snugly and revealed a good portion of her upper breasts.

With that, she helped her mother down the steep stairs to the first floor of the cottage. Maya had finished putting on her suit and was in the water already. Radha made her mother to be seated comfortably on the porch, and then went out for a swim. The water was warm and refreshing to both women and they stayed in it for about half an hour before coming out to get some lunch. The rest of the day was spent talking, cooking some cookies to munch on, and just relaxing. After supper, all three women sat on the cottage porch and talked as the sun set below the horizon.

Mother did most of the talking. "I remember when you were little, Radha. I suspected that you were dressing up in my clothes. Sometimes I would find a bra in the wrong drawer or find a skirt on the wrong side of my closet. But I never suspected that one day you would be my daughter. I feel as if my dreams were now fulfilled. I have always wished that you were my daughter --- and now you are. Do you remember when you were about twelve years old? I left a new sari on your bed. I think it was a yellow and orchid plaid lehanga and just the right size to fit you. That sari stayed in your room for months. Did you ever wear it?"
"Yes, mother, every chance I could. I always suspected that you left it there on purpose."
"Did you dress in my clothes often, Radha?" "Often ... yes. Often enough ... no. Oh, mother, I've always wanted to be a girl ... ever since I could remember. I hated having to pretend to be a boy when I knew that I was really a girl. Oh, if only I could have had these operations then." Mother looked at Radha and smiled. "If your father and I had known, perhaps we could have helped you. I'm sure I could have easily convinced him that we should help you to live your life as a girl." "If I had told you, perhaps I would have married, adopted some children, and lived my life as a normal housewife. I have always wanted to have children ... to get pregnant and give birth to a baby of my own. That would have given some purpose to my whole life ... to have a healthy baby." Radha seemed far away as she talked. "I ... was afraid ... of what you would think of me ... of what other people would think of me. Now I know that if a person cannot be happy with themselves, then they cannot be really happy with anything. There will never be any peace of mind if you do not like yourself. I know that now. If only I had known it then."
Maya had not said much to that point, but had just sat and listened. Now she joined the conversation. "I guess I always suspected that Krishna may have been different than other men. He was always preoccupied with something...always so sad about something. At some point, I guess I realized that he like to dress in my clothes because I also found things where I hadn't left them. But I thought that he would get over it. And I did think that he had gotten over it. Now I know that it was because he had bought his own dresses to wear and didn't have to wear mine any longer. There has been a drastic change in Radha ....from Krishna. I really was crushed when Krishna decided to have the operation ... and become Radha. But now I am used to it. Radha has been happy with herself and the world around her. Krishna was never happy. He seldom smiled and never laughed. Radha is always happy. I lost a husband; but I got a much better human being. I don't know how I will take it if Radha finds a man who is interested in her." Radha broke in. "No men are interested in me. You don't have to worry about that soon." "You really are a good looking woman, Radha, and will be sexually attractive to many men. The day will come when a man will fall in love with you ... or at least take you on a date and try to make out with you... then you will have to decide. You said that you wanted a baby. You can't do that without a man to love you." Maya replied. "And once you have a man love you ... love you as a woman should be loved ... then you will never have any doubt as to what you want from then on."

There was silence for several minutes. Radha spoke first. "I know that you must be right, Maya. I could never imagine myself pretending to be a man again. I am proud to be a woman and only wish that I had become one long ago. A woman leads a much better life than a man. She is concerned with life, children, living in peace, contentment ... all the better things in life. I know that I can never have children of my own ... but maybe I could adopt one ... if I married." "Marriage is not necessarily a bed of roses either, Radha." Mother said. "You must be married to a man who loves you and puts you above all else in his life. It is not just security and sex, you know." "I know, mother. But I do have a lot of catching up to do. Thirty years of my life have gone by. Probably the best years ... trapped in a man's body. Now I have freed myself and I intend to live the rest of my life as fully as I can. I have lost a lot of time and now I want to experience everything I can as a woman."

Both Maya and Mother were silent, but as both looked at Radha, it was apparent that both women fully under stood Radha's feelings. After all, they were women also, and neither would ever dream of becoming a man. Why should they? They had everything the world could possibly offer them as women. Yes, being a woman was definitely better. Perhaps that was why both women were so happy for Radha. At least, she was happy now. She had never been happy as a man.

The next day, Krishna's brother and sister arrived at the cottage about eleven o'clock in the morning. Mother was sitting on the porch. Radha and Maya were sitting in front of mother when they arrived. Radha had worn a pretty sleeveless sun dress for the occasion. Maya wore jeans and a top. Sister came directly down to see her new sister. "Hi, Maya. Radha, I finally met you. Please excuse me. This is a kind of awkward for me. You do look wonderful and what a pretty dress. I wish I could look as good in sun dresses as you look in that one. Imagine my brother looking better in dresses than I do. I mean ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say anything like that. I just have to get used to this. Brother, come here and say Hi to your new sister. You're the man of the family now." Sister motioned for Brother to come, which he did, although somewhat reluctantly. "Hi, Radha." he said. "Hello, brother." Radha said as she held out her hand to her brother. "Well, Brother. Aren't you going to tell her how nice she looks or something." sister said to her brother. Brother smiled at Radha, squeezed her hand, and walked into the house. Sister appeared disgusted with him. "Don't pay any attention to him, Radha. You know how he is. He will get used to it. Have you been swimming yet today? How about it before lunch?" With that, the three women went into the house to get on their bathing suits.

Radha decided that it was now or never, and put on her new bikini. As she came downstairs into the living room, sister was there talking to her mother. She looked at Radha and said "Wow. Radha, you look like a beauty queen in that. And look at your figure. If only I had boobs like those. You're more of a woman than I am. I had no idea that your operation would do that for you." Radha was obviously embarrassed and blushed slightly. They went outside and met brother who was by the boathouse. Sister said "Now look at your new sister, Brother, What you think of her? Doesn't she look good in that bikini?" Brother said nothing, but Radha noticed that he did not take his eyes off her as she went into the water. She knew that she did look good ... and very much like a woman. This, in turn, made her feel good, and her apprehension soon disappeared.

CHAPTER FOUR --- RADHA'S FIRST DATE
The next several weeks passed quickly for Radha. She was busy at work and even had to work some overtime to keep up with her workload. One particular evening when she was working late, one of the medical center doctors came to her office to get some medical records. Radha had known him for several weeks. His name was Ram and he was a plastic surgeon --- the best in town. His wife had died in an auto accident years back and he lived alone in his house nearby. He was taller than Radha, in his early fifties and slightly graying. He was always polite and indeed a good looking man for his age. This particular evening he apparently had a few minutes to talk and he spoke to Radha.
"Well, Miss Radha, how are you doing this evening? You do look fresh and nice even after working all day in this place." Radha was in one of her best dresses --- an off-white sleeveless dress with a slim skirt. With a brown belt, brown heels and the proper accessories, she did look very pretty. "Thank you, Doctor. How nice of you to say my name. The work in this place will never be done. I finish one job and two more come in to replace it. Anyway, I think I will stop for the day. I'm tired and should be getting home." Ram said nothing for a minute as Radha cleared her desk for the day. He noticed that she wore no ring on her finger. He told Radha "Yes, I'm finishing up for the day too. Care to join me for a bite to eat before you go home?" "No. I'm afraid I don't know you well enough. Besides I must get home as soon as possible." Radha replied. "Everybody has to get acquainted sometime. The restaurant across the street is very public --- mostly medical center people. I'll buy you a sandwich and you'll be home within the hour. How about it, Radha?" "Well, OK, but just a sandwich and then I must leave." Radha finished cleaning her desk and locked her files before getting her sweater to leave.
Ram opened the door for her. "Come up to my office while I get my jacket, Radha. It's only up one flight." Ram and Radha walked side-by-side up the stairs to his office, where Ram got his Jacket and locked up. They then took the elevator down to the medical center lobby. They walked slowly across the street to the "OPERATING ROOM" restaurant. Once inside, they sat at a small table in a rear corner of the dining area. To the other side, there was a lounge with a small dance floor. Ram ordered two glasses of Grape Juice while they decided what to eat. When the waitress brought the Grape Juice, he ordered for the two of them. As they ate, they talked. "R A M", it seemed, was a widower. His wife had died five years ago in an accident. He had two children, but they were grown. One lived in USA --- the other lived in Canada. Ram owned a house in a nearby town. As they talked, Radha wished that her dress was a little more modest. She liked Ram and he seemed to like her. But he did have a little trouble keeping his eyes off the low-cut neckline of her dress. He could easily see that Radha was well-built and that her breasts were round and full. Her cleavage was very apparent. Radha, for her part, noticed that RAM was also well-built with a muscular body and no noticeable traces of fat. She had also noticed that there was a noticeable bulge in the crotch of his pants. She couldn't help but think what it would be like to go to bed with him and have him make passionate love to her.
Radha was indeed a virgin, but she didn't plan to stay one forever. Now that she was a woman, she wanted to live the rest of her life to the fullest.
After they finished eating, Ram asked if she would like to go into the lounge for any more to have. Meanwhile, Ram leaned over and kissed Radha on the cheek.
Radha suggested that she should be getting home as it was getting late. Ram agreed and walked her back to her car, which was still parked in the medical center parking lot. "I really enjoyed the evening, Radha. I hope we can do it again sometime." Ram said as they arrived at Radha's car. Radha replied "I loved it, too." Ram then took Radha gently into his arms and kissed her on the lips. She didn't resist. How could she? She enjoyed it too much. As they kissed, Ram's hands dropped to cup Radha's ass and pulled her closer to him. Radha hesitated, and then pulled away from Ram. "I think I should be going, Ram. I had a lovely time. I'd love to do it again sometime. But I must be getting home. Thank you so much." Radha got into her car and drove home -- still thinking what it would be like to go to bed with Ram. With the erection that he had while they were in, he must be dynamite in bed. She promised herself that she would find out as soon as she could.

CHAPTER FIVE --- RADHA FALLS IN LOVE
During the next few weeks, Ram and Radha met in restaurant a number of times. After each meeting, Ram used to kiss her, and on the last instance, she had allowed him to touch her breasts as long as his hands stayed outside her blouse. Several times, he had tried to place his hand under her lehanga as they kissed, but each time she had stopped him by saying that she was not ready for anything like that --- at least not yet.
But this night Radha had decided that she would stop him no longer. They had gone to dinner and a semi-formal visit to the house where Ram lived. Radha had told Maya that it might be late when she will back home. Radha had worn her best sari to the restaurant --- a black georgette one that displayed her figure to its fullest. It had a low neckline blouse that left little to the imagination. The thin material was almost translucent. She had noticed a number of appreciative glances from other men at the restaurant --- and a few looks of non-approval from several of the elderly women. But this did not bother Radha. She was a woman and proud of it. After the dance, Ram suggested that they stop by his house for a glass of Chilled Beer before taking Radha home. Since Ram's house was directly on the way back to Radha's, she quickly agreed that it sounded like a good idea.
Ram's house was a Traditional style located in one of the better parts of the town. House lots were large in that section of town and the nearest neighbor was several hundred yards away. Ram parked the car in the driveway and walked around it to hold the door open for Radha. As most women know, and Radha had found out soon after her operation, it is difficult, at best, to get out of a car gracefully while wearing a Sari. Radha did her best, but even so, her inner skirt rose halfway up her thighs as she got out. Ram had undoubtedly noticed, but had said nothing. He was too much of a gentleman, Radha thought to herself.
The house was beautifully furnished with stylish furniture and Radha loved it at first sight. Ram gave her the grand tour of the house, including the bedrooms, before taking her to the kitchen to get a glass of beer. They then went into the living room to sit and to chat. Ram sat on the beautiful sofa while Radha picked an antique chair to sit on. They chatted about this and that for several minutes before Ram put some soft music on the stereo. "That is beautiful music, Ram. It makes me feel like dancing again." Radha was deeply in love with Ram and had planned --- unconsciously at first --- to have him make love to her that evening.
Ram rose from the sofa and politely asked "May I have the pleasure of this dance, my lady?" Radha rose and slipped gracefully into his arms. They danced for several minutes without saying a word. Radha felt completely relaxed and at ease in Ram's arms. Ram held her close to his body as they danced and she thrilled to the feeling of his strong chest against her breasts and his strong arms around her. She could also feel him --- erect and hard --- against her thigh and this excited her no end. She dreamed what might happen next. Ram broke the silence first. "Radha, you know how I feel about you. I am deeply in love with you. I think about you all day long. I want to be near you all the time. You make me feel like a schoolboy again --- and I love it." "I think I am falling in love with you too, Ram." Radha replied. "Oh, Radha, I do love you. We have been going together for several months now and we're not getting any younger. Will you marry me, Radha?" Ram's voice was soft and persuasive and Radha was not about to resist. "Ram. I love you so much. Of course I'll marry you." Radha felt like a young girl who was getting her first proposal of marriage --- limp and giddy.
Ram stopped dancing and held her even closer to him as he passionately kissed her. Radha kissed him back. Her mind was in a whirl. She was totally at Ram's whim now. She could not resist as he gently pulled her to the sofa with him. They continued to kiss as his hands began to explore her body. They followed the outline of her shoulders, down to her breasts, where they lingered to trace the outline of her nipples before moving down to her hips and then down to her thighs. Radha was completely limp. Ram's hands then moved back up to her breasts and slowly began to unbutton the front of her Blouse. When it was undone, Radha slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall down. As they continued to kiss, Ram deftly unhooked the clasp of Radha's bra and let it fall to her lap. Radha was now naked to the waist. Her breasts were full and proud as RAM began to gently caress the soft flesh. He traced his fingers over them, kneaded them and played with her nipples as she melted in his arms. Radha knew that Ram could do anything that he wanted to her and she would not stop him.
Radha unbuttoned Ram's shirt and started to slide her fingers through the hair on his chest. He pulled her to him and she thrilled to feel her breasts against his bare chest. As they kissed, the hair on his chest gently tickled her nipples until they stood fully erect. She thought that she had never felt anything so good. But this was only the beginning for Radha. What was to come would drive her almost out of her mind. Soon Ram could take no more. He rose from the sofa, picked Radha up in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. "Oh, Ram, I love you so much. I need you so." Radha softly whispered in his ear. "I can't wait to become your wife." Ram kissed her as they entered the bedroom. He quickly helped her remove her Lehanga and then took off his pants as Radha removed her panties. They stood before each other completely naked --- the first time any man had ever seen Radha naked --- except, of course, for her doctor, mother and Maya. "You have the most perfect body that I have ever seen, Radha." Ram said as his eyes caressed her from head to foot. "Do you like my breasts?" she asked.
"They are fantastic, Radha. Perfect. You must be very proud of them."
"Do my legs please you, Ram?" Radha could hardly believe that she was talking like this, but she was looking for some confidence in herself. After all, this was the very first time that a man was about to make love to her. "Your body is perfect, Radha. I have wanted you since the first day that I saw you." Ram took her gently in his arms and laid her on the bed --- then lay beside her and pressed his body close to hers. Their hands began exploring each others body as they kissed with renewed passion. His hands lingered on her breasts. Radha instinctively spread her legs as Ram moved between them. As Ram kissed her with more and more passion, Radha could feel a strange new sensation building slowly inside of her. It grew and grew until she thought that she could not stand it any longer. She now knew that she could never get enough of this --- never get enough of Ram --- never get enough of this wonderful feeling deep inside of her. She wished that they could be together like this forever --- forever --- and never stop. If only she had her operation years ago. Her man was deep inside of her and she never wanted him to come out. She started to moan and then to scream with total desire for him. Just when she thought she could take no more, she felt his body stiffen and a wave of total ecstasy flowed throughout her body.
She never wanted him to stop loving her. This feeling was what Radha had waited for all her life. Suddenly she felt a hot, burning sensation deep inside of her. Another sudden wave of complete peace, relief, and relaxation began to spread thorough Radha's entire body as she experienced her first orgasm as a female. She had never in her life had a feeling as wonderful as this. Radha knew that Krishna had never enjoyed sex. She also knew that he had never had an orgasm that felt even a small bit as good as she felt right now. She knew that she would think of little else for as long as she lived. As she lay in Ram's arms, Radha knew that Krishna had done the right thing when he had decided to have the operation to become a woman. Radha was going to be completely happy living as a woman. It wasn't just the pretty clothes that she liked to wear after all. Nor was it only the feeling of having men look at her with desire in their minds. She was always meant to be a woman. And now she was a woman. A woman in every respect. And she loved it. For the first time in her life, she had found total contentment and happiness.

CHAPTER SIX --- RADHA GETS MARRIED
Radha was in some other world cherishing the happenings of the previous evening with Ram. Maya noticed that Radha was unusually cheerful in that morning. She asked "How did you enjoy your dinner / dating last night, Radha?" "It was wonderful!" Radha's reply was spontaneous. "We went to a dance and then to his house over a glass of chilled beer before coming home."
Maya was beginning to understand why Radha was so cheerful. She made a passing comment "I hope you had a good time - and didn't do anything that I wouldn't do". Radha chose to ignore that comment. "I have something to tell you." "Oh! What is it?" Maya exclaimed. "Ram proposed to me last night after the dance. He wants to marry me." Maya was caught of guard and could only stare at Radha for what seemed to Radha like an eternity.
Radha continued "I said yes. I am so excited and scared, too. I never dreamed that I would be getting married, especially not so soon after my operation."
Maya still could not reply. She had finally gotten used to having her
husband wear her clothes occasionally, eventually got used to having him buy his own saris, dresses and skirts and wearing them all the time, and had even finally accepted the operations and hormones that had changed him to Radha. She accepted Radha as a woman. Now, but - could she - would she ever be able to accept her "husband" as the wife of another man? She realized that Radha looked every bit as good as any other woman, regardless of what she was wearing. She realized that Radha now had breasts that easily filled the 36C bra that she wore and that her hips and fanny were now well rounded. And she also realized the "growth" between Krishna's legs had been replaced surgically with a vagina that would function as well as that of any natural-born woman. But, momentarily at least, Maya was stunned at Radha's pronouncement. Radha realized that Maya was surprised and continued "We want to get married next month. His wife was died years back in an accident and had no children. He owns a beautiful house. We get along together wonderfully. Can you imagine me becoming a housewife? What do you think I should wear for a wedding dress? We are just going to have an unceremonious wedding - a few of his relatives and you. But I want it to be in a Temple - and I want you to be my maid-of-honor." Maya finally spoke. "Radha, are you sure this is a good idea? Does he know about your past?" "No, but I am a woman now and can do everything that a woman can do. I see no need to bring that up. I guarantee that he will never know the difference and I just cannot hurt him nor do anything to lose him. He knows that I can't have children & he knows that I have had hormonal problems that are now cured. He only wants me and I only want him." "But he will find out someday, won't he?" "No. I have waited too long to be a bride and a housewife. I just can't do anything that might jeopardize it." Radha replied with determination in her voice.
After a few minutes of conversation, the two women left for their jobs. Radha had worn her best embroidered work sari and was in high spirits as she drove to the medical center. That evening, she had another date with Ram. Maya had gone out on a date of her own, so this time; the evening was spent at Radha's house planning the wedding. They were to be married in a local temple and Radha decided to shop for a rich Kancheepuram wedding sari that she could find. Of course, she would also need new lingerie, a sexy nightgown, and clothes for the honeymoon. For the honeymoon, they would go to Goa for two weeks, so Radha would also need at least one new bathing suit. And perhaps she could wear the new bikini that she had bought a few weeks back. Maya had agreed to be her maid-of-honor and one of the other doctors at the medical center would be the best man. Radha also had a change of mind and decided to tell Ram the reason for her "hormonal problems".
He was initially taken aback, but they had indeed had sexual relations several times and he had come to love Radha very much. After a day or two of indecision on his part, he decided that Radha's past really did not matter, and told her that they would never discuss it again. As far as he was now concerned, she was to be his wife. Radha had cried out of joy when she heard him say this and fell into his arms and kissed him hard. As they kissed, Ram started to remove her clothes. Sex on that day was the best it had ever been for both of them, and they both came to orgasm twice before collapsing in each others arms.
Soon, the big day came. It was a warm, bright, sunny, Sunday in June. Radha was radiant in her white Kancheepuram Sari. Blouse is of short sleeves with a deep low cut bodice. With her long auburn hair falling over her shoulders, the obvious cleavage of her breasts, and her happy smile, she was indeed a beautiful bride. She savored every minute of the ceremony as Ram placed the ring on her finger, then lifted her hair braided nice with flowers and tied mangal-sutra in front of the small gathering.
As they kissed, tears came out of Radha's eyes. She was overcome with joy and happiness. Just imagine what a long way Krishna had come. His life had now been fulfilled. He had become Radha, had married a wonderful man, and was now Mrs. Radha Ram. She is now a housewife and was about to go on his honeymoon with his husband. Maya also had tears in her eyes. She had always cried at weddings, but this one was different. Her "husband" had married another man. Then she finally realized --Radha had never really been her "husband". Radha had finally freed herself from her imprisonment and had, for the first time in her life, finally become her true self.
After a short reception, Radha and Ram got dressed up for their flight to Goa. Radha wore a new cranberry red suit with a thin, white silk blouse and a slim skirt. Her bra was satin and lace would leave little to the imagination. Her panties were white silk. Her hair was beautiful as it cascaded over her shoulders. Her makeup was perfect. And she had packed the loveliest silk nightgown that she hoped she would not wear for long. After all, this was to be her wedding night. She trembled with anticipation as they left for the airport.
The flight to Goa was long --- too long for one's wedding night - and both Radha and Ram wished that they had waited until the next day for the flight. But, they finally arrived in Goa late in the evening. After collecting their luggage and renting a car, they went straight to their hotel, where they checked in quickly. They were shown to their room. No sooner had the bellboy delivered the luggage and closed the door, they were in each others arms. Ram and Radha were about to spend their wedding night together. Ram's hands caressed Radha's body from top to bottom as he gently removed her suit, unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor, and proceeded to unbutton her blouse. Radha, in turn, unbuttoned his shirt and removed it from his shoulders. She then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. They continued to kiss passionately as they stood in their undergarments. Instinctively, they dropped to the bed. Radha reached into Ram's shorts as he unhooked her bra and gently removed it. He proceeded to caress her soft breasts as she moaned with pleasure. They continued to kiss as they continued to slowly undress each other. She removed his undershirt and shorts as he removed her panties. Soon they were both completely naked as they embraced on the bed.
Radha decided that her nightgown would not be a problem --- she might never get to wear it --- and she was happy with that. Their hands explored every nook and cranny of each others body, and soon they were rhythmically consummating their marriage. The feeling of him probing inside of her was absolutely indescribable. She tightened her muscles to increase his pleasure as he thrust in and out of her - all the time kissing her - caressing her breasts - moving his hands to every part of her body - pulling her onto him - and even sucking her nipples. This made Radha wonder momentarily what it would be like to be able to feed a baby - her baby - to feed it her breast milk. But this thought was fleeting - and unrealistic as she could not have children and probably couldn't produce milk anyway. But it was indeed a wonderful sensation to have Ram sucking at her nipples.
Ram continued to thrust deeper and deeper into Radha and the deeper he thrust, the more she wanted him - the more she needed him. When she thought she was going to explode with desire for him, she felt him tense and felt him grow larger inside of her. Suddenly she felt the hot, searing sensation inside of her that she had come to need more and more often.
Radha moaned and then screamed. "mmmmmm….oohhhhhh." Please. Please. Give me a baby!!! Give me a baby. Please, sweetheart. Please give me a baby. Oh, I need you so." "Yes. Yes. Oh, you turn me on so. I want to give you a baby." Radha's body trembled with relief as she felt Ram's release inside of her. She was now his wife completely. They clung to each other - Ram staying inside of his wife until they both had relaxed. Then, they made love two more times before finally drifting off to sleep in each others arms

CHAPTER SEVEN --- RADHA's HONEY-MOON
The next morning, Ram and Radha woke up early to the warmth of the sun raise and the sound of the surf crashing on the beach in front of their hotel window. Radha was on her side and was with her back to Ram. He nestled close against her and put his arm around her while alternately caressing her breasts and then moving it down to her soft pubic hair. He quickly became aroused and Radha could feel his erection growing against her rear end. She rolled over to face him and kissed him. Soon they were locked together in tight embrace. They made love for the better part of two hours before deciding to get dressed for breakfast. As Ram watched, Radha got out of bed to dress. She put on a smooth underwear strapless bra and her satin panties. She had brought a new sun dress that left little to the imagination. It had a short, slim skirt and a low-cut bodice with in straps. It was a floral print that was a natural for Goa. A pair of medium heel sandals, a quick brush of her hair and she was ready to go for breakfast. Ram gave her a kiss and quickly shaved, then put on a sport shirt and pants as Radha put on her lipstick. They both left the room for the elevator to the outdoor breakfast area.
After breakfast, they retreated to their room for another love-making session, after which they decided to enjoy the warmth of the beach and the water. Radha decided to go all out and put on her bikini. It had a bright floral design in the current fashion. As she looked in the mirror at the skimpiness of the material, she almost decided to wear her one-piece suit. Ram, however, came over to her and placed his arms around her from behind, placing one hand on each breast. "You really look sexy in that, my dear" he said. "You may not make it to the beach --- or even out of the room --- before you lose it." Radha replied "Is that a promise, Ram?" "You bet it is." Ram answered as he untied the bikini bra and pulled the bikini briefs down her legs. He then carried her to the bed where they conducted another passionate love-making session. Later in the day, Radha and Ram found a deserted beach on the leeward side. The beach was the most beautiful that Radha had ever seen --- it was wide --- it was clean --- and the water was perfect for swimming. They got out of their rental car and laid their towels on the sand on a secluded portion or the beach --- out of sight from the road and any nearby houses. Radha took off her robe and lay on the towel to start getting a tan. Soon, however, the warmth of the sun induced her to untie her bikini bra to bare her back as she lay face down on the towel. Ram had gone to check the water temperature for swimming. Radha almost dozed off in the warm sunshine and was slightly startled when Ram returned. As she rose from the towel, her bikini bra didn't, and she was bare to the waist. Ram took her in his arms. "I didn't know this was a nude beach." he said. Radha was embarrassed - not to expose her breasts in front of Ram, but with the thought that someone else might see her. Ram reassured her that no one else was to be seen and that they were alone. He then took off his swim trunks and encouraged Radha to take off her bikini bottom. Completely naked, they both ran into the surf to enjoy the warmth of the Arabian waters. Once in the water, they embraced, kissed, and made love with the warm water swirling about their bodies. Radha had never imagined making love in the water and was enthralled with the romance of it. Ram enjoyed it immensely as he thrust himself into Radha as the surf pounded against them. They spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach, not leaving until they watched the sun set into the Arabian Sea. Returning to their hotel, they each showered to remove the ocean salt, and proceeded to dress for dinner and a night.

CHAPTER EIGHT --- HONEYMOON ~ AT NIGHT
It was nearly eight o'clock when Radha and Ram returned to their hotel room. There was still plenty of time for a leisurely dinner and the night life. Since Goa is casual dress everywhere, Ram wore a sport shirt and slacks. Radha, on the other hand, could not decide between her new sundress or a suit outfit that Maya had bought her for the trip. She ultimately decided on the dress, but decided that she would do some shopping the next day for clothes more appropriate to the place. She fixed her hair and applied her makeup as Ram watched and, at times, kissed and touched her. Soon they were ready to go. They ate at a Chinese restaurant located in the hotel. Radha loved the food, although it was a bit spicier than in the oriental restaurants back home. The restaurant was not crowded and they had a quiet table to one side --- perfect for honeymooners. They touched and kissed all through the meal --- at least when they thought no one was looking. They were caught several times, however, by the waiter, who gave Ram looks of knowing approval. After the meal, they spent about an hour just walking around the shopping area. Radha spied several Goa dresses that she thought she would like to buy, but decided to wait until the next day before trying them on. Tonight, they would enjoy the night life of Goa.
They soon wound up in the lounge of one of the larger hotels. There was a large dance floor and a good band playing music from the fifties interspersed with Goa music. Both Radha and Ram had gone to high school in the late fifties, but neither had danced to the jitterbug or other music from that era for years. It didn't take either of them long to "get back in the swing", however. Radha, especially, was enjoying herself at the jitterbug. Back in high school, Radha was not yet out into the world and Krishna had seldom gone to dances. Now, in her low-cut dress with a slim skirt, and with her long auburn hair swirling around her head, she was making up for lost time. Her high heels did not slow her down at all. Her breasts bounced inside her bra, doing their best to free themselves as she danced. Her hips swung to the music, straining the seams of her dress almost to the bursting point. Ram found himself starting to ask her to return to their hotel room as he danced with her - for some ulterior motive that Radha could easily guess.
As they started to leave, the band started to play the "Goa Wedding
Song". Radha turned to Ram and said "Oh, please, dear. Let's just dance to this one song. It is our honeymoon and it would be so romantic."
Ram quickly agreed and soon they were close in each others arms as they slowly moved to the beautiful song. Ram pulled Radha close to him as Radha put both arms around his neck and enjoyed the feeling of her man pulling her tighter against him. As they danced, his hardness grew against her groin, and as it grew, she clung closer to him. When, at last, the dance was over, they started for the door without saying a word. It was if they were both drawn by some strange unforeseen force. And indeed it was.
Reaching their hotel, they moved quickly to the open elevator door. As it closed behind them, they embraced, with Ram's hands cupping Radha's shapely ass to pull her tighter against him. She responded willingly and Ram moved his hands to her breasts. The elevator stopped at their floor, the door opened, and they walked quickly to their room. Once inside, with the door closed, they proceeded to remove each others clothes as hastily as possible. Soon, they were naked, and as they embraced, Ram picked Radha up in his arms, carried her across the room, and gently deposited her on the bed. Radha lay back against the pillow