Misc. Erotica BODY OF SIN

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Chapter 2:

Alex:


Alex, Sanjana’s son woke up early into the morning, he pulled off the bed spread and stepped out of his girl friends bed room. He fished through his bag pulling out a cigarette. She had told him to go out to the terrace and smoke, when he wanted the previous night. She didn’t mind it then, maybe she wouldn’t mind it now.
It had been six long months since they started dating. Six long months. He had hoped things would happen soon, but it didn’t, she took all the sweet time she needed and that itself had seen through a semester and finally the previous night, he wasn’t even sure if he had done it right, he had the right feelings and the quiver, she too seemed to moan though she had bitten into the pillow to keep her moans muted,something he was surprised to see. Maybe this was the whole deal about sex, maybe it was because it was their first time and maybe he had seen too much porn making his expectations go awry.
Maybe what he had yesterday was sex, maybe whatever he had seen was wrong, he didn’t know, maybe it was just the first time and the two were tensed and he wasn’t sure if it even was sex. He lit a cigarette and took a deep puff blowing a thick cloud of smoke. The cold breeze of the morning blanketed him and he sat on the edge of the terrace, staring out at the sky. It was still four in the morning, he had slept a little after midnight yesterday.
As he puffed out a second cloud of cigarette he heard a pair of foot steps walking out to the terrace.
“Alex?” a surprised Disha asked.
He nodded his head, indicating he was smoking.
“That’s okay, she’s a heavy sleeper…”
Disha was Dona’s elder sister, employed in a tech company.
“I didn’t know you spent the night here…”
Alex smiled handing her the pack of smokes. Disha pulled a cigarette out and lit it, taking a puff and breathing out as though she was craving for one for a long time.
“So enjoyed…”
“What!” Alex turned around.
“You know…”
“She told you?”
“She’s been planning this for weeks… why do you think I stayed at my friends tonight…”
He didn’t know, he was told she had work.
He had an uncomfortable twitch, tapping the ash of his cigarette, taking a puff before he stared at Disha.
“If you must know, girls talk…” Disha added, “Well I don’t know about others, but she knew about guys I got home… when I was in college…”
“Oh okay…” he paused, taking another puff nervously, “Talk everything…”
“Most important stuff yes we sure do, I don’t know about her but I did… and I’m sure she too will…”
Alex stared back at the sky, the troubles he had moments ago were far better to what he was going through at that moment. Well if he had sex, of course he had, he’d only tell his best friend Dillan and that was that, just a hey, I finally did it. No details, nothing else. He thought such stuff were supposed to be personal. The way Disha spoke, things were going to be put out in open for bunch of friends to know and how many would those friends say, who knew.
Disha was five years elder to Dona, they could never be so very different, Dona was lean and slim, with a long beautiful hair, while Disha was a little curvy, with a round face. She was a bit shorter than Dona, few centimeters maybe something she made up wearing high heels. Alex had met her first time couple of months back, mid way through their dating life. He didn’t understand it then, but seemed to know and realise now. They had met at a coffee shop, she had showed up out of the blue, he now realised it was all planned, maybe Dona needed her sisters approval to move forward in a serious direction. He still clearly remembered it was three months before, just days after meeting Disha, Dona had kissed him in the college library. It was something far far above anything they had ever done before, apart from holding hands they never went any further. That was the first kiss. He knew the place and he was sure Dona knew the date and time, given how she was particular about remembering dates.
It was the third hour of the day, that is all he knew and remembered.
“You have another…”
He popped open the packet, she leaned over and pick a smoke. Despite the low light he could still see her cleavage clearly, he realised she wasn’t wearing a bra, who would wear one and sleep.
“For later…” she quipped as she walked away. His eyes followed her for few steps before he realised what he was doing and distracted himself, staring back at the sky.
Disha was cute, as a button, with long hair to her waist and light brown golden eyes which made the way she stare a bit terrifying apart from that she was a sweet person and they had met several times over the last few months. Alex even remembered he had met her boy friend, Phillip.
He stubbed the cigarette and flung it across the wall to the nearby drain. He then popped open his mouth refreshner and sprayed it a few times before walking back to the bedroom. Snuggling close to Dona, he knew he would not sleep but he loved the heat of her body, maybe he could get lucky if she woke up early.


Dillon:

Alex had no such luck, but Alex’s friend, Dillon had been more lucky. He was stirring in his sleep struggling to find peace, the night was cold and the air conditioner in the room whirred at a normal twenty six. Yet he knew it was not something that he usually felt.
“Fuck!” he grunted as he sat up, the sleep weighing down on his eye lids, but he could make the shape of a woman, between his legs.
“Are you crazy…” he grunted.
“Shut up and lay down…”
He shook his had, what was he complaining about, he lay down pulling up more pillows under his head.
How long had it been?
Few weeks now, few long weeks and he was beginning to miss her, he hadn’t expected things to happen this early into the day, but who was he to complain, what was he complaining about. Her head bobbed up and down and his shaft glittered in the thin light of the sun. A soft wave of quiver ran down his body, his stomach tightened as he felt the pressure build between his legs, he shut his eyes and groaned softly.
“Good morning…” she added, he managed a faint smile of recognition. She jerked him a bit, running her wet fingers up and down his shaft as she straightened her hair. She then stood up, on the bed, slipping off her t-shirt and boxers, standing naked in front of him. Silently she stepped over him, sitting down, bringing her cunt right to his face, Dillon slipped a bit down, making it easy for her to press her cunt on his face. His warm wet tongue felt the heat between her legs as she supported herself leaning on forward. He grabbed her waist as she moved back and forth in tune with the way he ran his tongue deeper and deeper inside her. A soft grunt and a moan and he could taste her juices flooding down.
Fuck she was never this fast, never, maybe she too missed, she too had missed him, he held her tighter raising his head as she quickened the way she moved back and forth.
“Fuck…” she grunted ever so softly, before finally pulling back and sitting next to him.
“Use your fingers…” she added with bated breath, he had forgotten all about the fact that his cock was hard and thick and turned around just to hurt himself a bit, he ignored the pain as he licked his two fingers. He knew how she loved it, she sat on the bed, parting her legs and he thrust one finger after another and started softly quickening and slowing his pace, an erratic unpredictable rhythm but a method to it. She loved it that way, she loved to drift between the high and lows and she knew she’d need it to delay her pleasure as much as possible. Her body began to quiver and he soon pulled out his fingers going down licking her clitoris much to her rage which was made clear with few grunts and gasps when he realised she was back wanting his fingers, he sat up again, thrusting it inside her, this time she held onto his wrists forcing him to increase the pace. He pushed her hand aside and she went back to grabbing the edges of the bed, feeling his fingers deep inside her.
“There… there… there…” she moaned softly, more like a whisper, “Ah… ungghhh… whoooa there… just like taht… don..do..stop…stttppp…”
He continued before he felt her quiver, her head slumping low and her hair falling all over her naked breasts, her breath erratic and she quivered as he felt a fresh burst of juices on his fingers.
“Fuck… that felt good…” she grunted as she looked around, trying to gather her surroundings, the sun was finally up and a thin ray of light passed through a small section were his curtain was torn.
“Fuck!” she grunted as she stepped off the bed, pushing off his hand with her legs.
“Are you going to leave me like this…” he said pointing at his still erect cock, oozing precum.
She grabbed her t-shirt and boxers, “Are you kidding, mom would be awake…” she whispered as she dashed out of the room.
That was his sex life. If having a penetration was what one would technical sex, then he was still a virgin, but he had gone down on her, she had few times, very rare, she had used her hand couple of time and he had used his finger more time. It was always like that, she never stayed back to finish him, even the first time they were together, it had been like that, she stopped when she realised he was close and instead kissed him.
Anita was Dillon’s elder sister, at twenty six she was elder to him by seven years. She was his mother’s first child, born out of wed lock and was raised away at a distant relatives house were she was given birth. It wasn’t until his father had passed away in a car accident that Anita first came to live with him. He had seen her many times as a kid, played hide and seek many times. He didn’t know it then, but many years later when he was old enough he knew, he had just finished his tenth and he was comparing mark lists with Anita’s and he saw in mother’s coloumn, his Mother’s name was written while in her certificate it was the Maiden name.
He had known it then, though it would take few more months before his mother finally told him about it and all he said was he knew, revealing how he had found out.
He had never any problem, wise for his age, much thanks to the early demise of his father. He never had any issue about his mother’s past and as he put it, it was in the past years before he was even born.
Like her Mother Anita too had fallen in love with a professor in college, they had got secretly married and had lived together, only later did she realise the man of his dreams was a drug addict and preferred alcohol to her. When the domestic abuse started, she split, filed for divorce and had gone to work in the US for few years. She was a smart student, topping her class and she saw the opportunity to finish her masters thanks to the alimony. It had only made her aim bigger in life and at twenty six she was the youngest Project Head for a reputed firm with a huge income. Within a year she had purchased a house of her own, with the incentive amount and bonus she got, it wasn’t particularly big house, but the location and proximity to her office made it an ideal place, above all it was an independent house, in a residential area, with a spacious front yard and a small kitchen garden. Though she still used an old second hand Mitsubishi Lancer and had gifted him a Royal Enfiled Motorcycle, he knew she had plans to buy a bigger and better car. He was looking for that day when he’d finally have a car of his own like his friend Alex.
But now, all that was in his mind was to finish were she had left him, stepping back onto the bed, he grabbed a handful of the tissue paper.
He would have to change how things were done and change it soon, this was frustrating to the very core.

Ranjini:

The most successful actress in these parts of the country stayed on the terrace of her house, it was six in the morning and she had yet to go to sleep. The glass of scotch glittered in her grip, a lit cigarette burned without her even having a puff, that was her life.
It wasn’t till few months back, it was filled with dreams and hopes and she had a path to follow, she had high ambitions. Yet it all came crashing for no fault of her, or maybe it was her fault too. She trusted the wrong man.

“Ah! You started early today or what…” a familiar voice pulled her out of her reverie and self loathing.
“No dad…” she added, “I’ve yet to sleep…”
He softly patted her hair, an affectionate kiss on her forehead.
“If you are not drinking that…” he grabbed the glass from her and sat down on the free chair, “Been here whole night…” he asked as he leaned forward, pointing at the cigarette she held. She handed it to him. He tapped the ash into the tray, he took a puff as he leaned back on the chair.
He didn’t say a word, whatever he had to tell he had told it repeatedly over the past few months and he had run out of words. He had given up hope on his daughter ever returning to what she was few months ago and worse he was helpless, all the power and influence and there was nothing he could do. He took a sip, it was not his habit to drink this early in the morning, but a sip less would make it better for her and that was all he wanted.

“Sweetheart…” how could he not say, he could not see his own blood and flesh burn away, consumed by fire within, like a tree stuck by lightning. How could he not speak, “Why don’t you go to the estate dear…”
He knew her reply without being told, a nod of her head, not even looking at him. Just staring at the boring city.
He sighed, knowing he would not get an answer today, he’d have to come another morning. He would, it didn’t matter, all that mattered to him was his daughter. He knew the pain of betrayal, he knew the pain of loss and he knew it all very well.
The scars were still far from healed.
He didn’t disturb her as he finished her drink, in one gulp, one peg was nothing to him, he had once been an alcoholic. The actor turned politician had a life now had an ambition now and one day he’d become the Chief Minister of the state he was so loved, respected and adored in. One day.
But that was not today!
Today his life was all about his daughter. She wasn’t always like that, a successful actress who had attained levels of fame and popularity only few had reached, at thirty she had moved from being an actor to a producer, two small budget movies that had become overnight sensation and made a shit load of money. The production house she started, an eye for talent and brilliant script and a knack of getting work done in time, in an industry were ego’s of small so called stars had poisoned just about everything. She had mastered the art of man management, getting things done in a shoe string budget and on time most often. The most important recipe of her success.
That was not all, Ranjini had an astute sense to look into the future and know how she would have to adopt and change to be successful. All that in three years of her life. Above all she had brought a failing actor back to stardom and then super stardom. They had fallen in love and Ranjan knew when he saw a woman in love, she reminded him of her mother, so very much.
The small movies she made were huge success and not just that, she sold it with a huge profit to streaming services being among the first production house to make their entire movie catalogue available. A business woman though she had never studied business in her life, she had bought the rights of many old movies, he had thought she was mad but she still did, almost putting all her savings and profits in obtaining the rights of old movies, many successful many not so successful. She then started her own streaming app catering to one half the country and it’s people, when studios spent insane amounts to get new movies she bought old movie rights for cheap prices some even free when she ordered a dozen or two. It took a while before the app had become successful and she now had a business venture that was worth close to seventy million USD.
Her business acumen showed when she negotiated with telephone service providers to provide her app free of cost and a special plan for movie goers. Klassiks, spelled the way the street would spell, had become a successful app and today service providers came knocking to get her app on their devices. She had tied up with manufacturers of mobile and tablet devices to have her app as default. While all this happened in one side, her fiance, Murali was sleeping around with his co-stars. Worse she came to know about it like rest of the world, through a television channel. She had called off the wedding the same evening and that was her last public appearance. It was six months to date, though her production house and streaming service ran successful cause of the work she had done months prior to that, it was only a matter of time before even that too failed.

It was only a matter of time.