The cigarette kept slowly turning into ash and finally gave him a violent reminder before succumbing to its inevitable fate. Dev, irritated with his miseries cursed at the bud and threw it away. Life quite wasn't going the way he hoped it to be. He was yet to receive his incremented salary, even though the management had promised the hike half a year ago. His best friend had recently started dating a girl and Dev, expectedly was left to fend for himself. He missed his parents but home wasn't just a mile away. To Dev, life seemed to go into a downward spiral. To make matters worse, his college sweet heart, Preety had texted him few minutes ago, saying she missed him nowadays. Dev didn't have even the slightest remnant of love for Preety. He was annoyed with her text and ended up calling her up on the phone. By life's tricks, Sujoy (the worst villain of his yesteryears) picked up the phone. Dev, feeling terribly betrayed by his own luck threw away the cell phone and lit the story-starter cigarette.
With nothing else to do at midnight, he called up Sreeja.
Checkpoint: Sreeja Chatterjee : lives alone, average-Bong height, intellectually close to Dev (or Dev's desire, still doubtable!), fair, not typically hot by appearance, looks fantastic in blue, and other features to be discussed along the way.
Sreeja picked up with her trademark tone of "hello!", a strange solution of warmth and playfulness. Ignoring his thoughts on her tone, Dev asked, "Can we talk?"
Sreeja, the smart woman spoke in a little discouraging tone, " Yes, sure. Is anything wrong?"
Dev usually respects Sreeja's tones but tonight he didn't care, "Can I come over to your place? I'm not feeling alright." Before Sreeja could add to the conversation, he added," At all!"
Sreeja and Dev lived within twenty minutes of each other. Given, they were good friends for sometime, she didn't have any reason to ask him not to come.
Fourteen minutes later...
Sreeja opened the door as a sweaty Dev walked in with an apologetic smile. They went to her bedroom and sat on opposite ends of the bed.
Sreeja :What has happened?
Dev looked straight at her, got up from his position and kneeled down in front of her.
Sreeja was quite taken aback by this unexpected behaviour. She wasn't quite ready for this or what was about to follow.
Dev started crying. He was inconsolable. It is extraordinary how human emotions work. Sreeja, on one hand felt terrible for her friend's misery and at the same time a pride swept through her that she had somehow earned this esteemed position in his life.
One and half months later...
Sreeja (sobbing) : Tell me what I can do! How long am I supposed to wait? It is already late by a month.
Dev: I don't know. Are you sure about the strip?
Sreeja: Why? Do you want to check for yourself?
Dev: Okay, let's see a doctor.
Sreeja: What am I going to tell Mihir? My parents will never talk to me!
Dev: No one needs to know anything.
Sreeja: What? Are you suggesting I kill it?
Dev: Are you suggesting otherwise? Come on!
Sreeja: No, I'm not. But cold blooded murder! It's all your fault! Why did you throw yourself on me?
Dev: 'because I've wanted nothing else more in this life ever. I wasn't stopped, either.
Sreeja: Please! Don't justify yourself now.
Dev: Every time I saw you walk away, every time you spoke close to me, I have wanted you. I have wanted you in my senses, in my dreams. I have wanted you while wanting you was sin and I have wanted you ever since!
Dev pulled Sreeja close to him and kissed her lips deeply. Sreeja's palms moved all over Dev's back to the back of his head. Irresistible it was. He tore open her nighty and dived into her soft breasts. Sreeja pulled his shirt out in a desire so violent that everything seized to exist nearby. Dev sucked her firm nipples and pulled her up by her thighs. She kept biting his lips, neck and whatever she could dig her teeth into. He pushed her to the wall. This union was the most natural experience of their lives. Both of them had existing sex lives. But this was raw. For once, they were animals.
Epilogue
Sreeja masturbated as her husband slept soundly by her side. If only, her imaginations were her memories.
Dev kept sleeping soundly as his wife masturbated alongside him.
With nothing else to do at midnight, he called up Sreeja.
Checkpoint: Sreeja Chatterjee : lives alone, average-Bong height, intellectually close to Dev (or Dev's desire, still doubtable!), fair, not typically hot by appearance, looks fantastic in blue, and other features to be discussed along the way.
Sreeja picked up with her trademark tone of "hello!", a strange solution of warmth and playfulness. Ignoring his thoughts on her tone, Dev asked, "Can we talk?"
Sreeja, the smart woman spoke in a little discouraging tone, " Yes, sure. Is anything wrong?"
Dev usually respects Sreeja's tones but tonight he didn't care, "Can I come over to your place? I'm not feeling alright." Before Sreeja could add to the conversation, he added," At all!"
Sreeja and Dev lived within twenty minutes of each other. Given, they were good friends for sometime, she didn't have any reason to ask him not to come.
Fourteen minutes later...
Sreeja opened the door as a sweaty Dev walked in with an apologetic smile. They went to her bedroom and sat on opposite ends of the bed.
Sreeja :What has happened?
Dev looked straight at her, got up from his position and kneeled down in front of her.
Sreeja was quite taken aback by this unexpected behaviour. She wasn't quite ready for this or what was about to follow.
Dev started crying. He was inconsolable. It is extraordinary how human emotions work. Sreeja, on one hand felt terrible for her friend's misery and at the same time a pride swept through her that she had somehow earned this esteemed position in his life.
One and half months later...
Sreeja (sobbing) : Tell me what I can do! How long am I supposed to wait? It is already late by a month.
Dev: I don't know. Are you sure about the strip?
Sreeja: Why? Do you want to check for yourself?
Dev: Okay, let's see a doctor.
Sreeja: What am I going to tell Mihir? My parents will never talk to me!
Dev: No one needs to know anything.
Sreeja: What? Are you suggesting I kill it?
Dev: Are you suggesting otherwise? Come on!
Sreeja: No, I'm not. But cold blooded murder! It's all your fault! Why did you throw yourself on me?
Dev: 'because I've wanted nothing else more in this life ever. I wasn't stopped, either.
Sreeja: Please! Don't justify yourself now.
Dev: Every time I saw you walk away, every time you spoke close to me, I have wanted you. I have wanted you in my senses, in my dreams. I have wanted you while wanting you was sin and I have wanted you ever since!
Dev pulled Sreeja close to him and kissed her lips deeply. Sreeja's palms moved all over Dev's back to the back of his head. Irresistible it was. He tore open her nighty and dived into her soft breasts. Sreeja pulled his shirt out in a desire so violent that everything seized to exist nearby. Dev sucked her firm nipples and pulled her up by her thighs. She kept biting his lips, neck and whatever she could dig her teeth into. He pushed her to the wall. This union was the most natural experience of their lives. Both of them had existing sex lives. But this was raw. For once, they were animals.
Epilogue
Sreeja masturbated as her husband slept soundly by her side. If only, her imaginations were her memories.
Dev kept sleeping soundly as his wife masturbated alongside him.
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