The phone buzzed it's usual song. Eighteen year old Jehan Dias was in his room. It was a rainy Saturday. A slow day. The bed was unusually cold and he was comfortable. His looked at his phone screen and it read "Araliya". Suddenly, all laziness slipped out of him and he smiled.
"Hello?" he said
"Jehan? How're you hmmmm?" purred the voice of Araliya de Silva on the phone. Just her voice thrilled him.
'I'm good.. just a little slow and cold" he replied.
"Oooooh can I warm things up a bit for you? No one's home.. Rohan's on leave and Dylan is in Havelock Town doing some work..." she trilled seductively.
"I'll be there in ten!" he replied as he grabbed his clothes.
"Come soon" she laughed, hanging up.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
If he was turned on when she called him, it was nothing compared to the way he felt when she answered the door. There she stood, her thick black hair falling over her shoulder, her body curvy and voluptuous, just waiting to be touched and kissed.
'"No one's home. Ammi's at Loku Punchi's place and Dadda's at some official lunch and Rohan is sick so he went home yesterday" she said, welcoming him in and closing the door shut, her bright eyes twinkling.
'Where's Dylan?" Jehan asked. Araliya ran a hand through her hair.
"Doing some work in Havelock Town" she replied and stepped up to him, kissing him.
Oh my fucking God! he thought. Look at her. Fuck, I scored .
She was in the tiniest shorts and tighest tank top imaginable.
Araliya de Silva was the Goddess. The Sex Goddess. Everything about her, from her agile, feline qualities to her lush body was unimaginably wonderful. Albeit, Jehan hardly got to admire her properly when they snuck around like this because she would be all over him in a second and the rest would be history. Needless to say, if Araliya's parents found out that he was screwing their seveteen year old darling, the sex won't be the only thing that would be history.
"What if someone comes?" he asked her anxiously while she unbottoned his t-shirts, her soft lips moving on his own. She paused and giggled.
"But someone WILL be coming very soon. You" she said sexily and bit his neck.
Gahhhhh oh fuck he thought. He cleared his throat.
"No I mean what if-"but his sentence was cut off as she took her top off to show him that she was not wearing a bra.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Dylan Wickremesinghe was at a saivar kade down Galle Road after a long morning of work. His bag was slumped on the chair and he felt a sense of calm despite the chatter in the kade and the noise in the street.
The terra cotta tiles on the floor were bright and shiny and reflected his face blurrily. The walls of the kade were painted in eyesore pink was had a small shrine mounted on it. The shop itself wafted mouth-watering smells.The chairs and tables were painted a bright, gaudy sky blue and were chipped and graffitied within an inch of their lives. Despite the wear and rear, they tables were scrubbed down and clean.
Whoever did the interior decor to this place deserves an award Dylan thought.
There were flies everywhere and it annoyed him. He brushed the flies away but they came back obstinately. There was a man cracking eggs to a bowl. He was tall, dark and had an impressive black moustache. Dylan rubbed his own face depressedly. There were pieces of tomato and leek sticking to the man's baniyan from mixing kottu on the stove.
Raj, the owner of the store greeted Dylan, his Sinhala "Ah Mahattaya" enriched with a strong Tamil accent. Raj put down Dylan's usual faluda in front of him. It was hot pink, had plenty of jelly cubes and kasa-kasa and a big dollop of Elephant House Vanilla Dream, just the way Dylan liked it. Dylan immediately slurped the drink and the honking, screeching and bustling road soon muted in his head.
While he was drinking his faluda, he tried calling Araliya and he was surprised when her phone went to voice mail. Slowly stirring his drink with his straw, he waited a few minutes and called again, all to no avail.
After finishing his drink, Dylank stared at his phone screen for a little. He typed a message and hit send.
I'll drop into Liya's place he thought and smiled.
Miles away, Araliya de Silva was moaning "Jehan! Oh Jehan harder!" in the throes of extreme sexual ecstasy.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The door bell rang.
"Crap" said a very breathless, very naked Araliya. She was lying on top of Jehan, breathing hard after a particularly excellent hour of very very naughty procreating.
"Liyaaaaa" groaned Jehan in content, stroking her back.
"Someone's at the door Jehan!" she said, reaching for her phone to check the time. Immediately, she panicked, seeing the missed calls and message from Dylan.
"Crap! Crap! It's Dylan! Jehan you aren't supposed to be here!" she exclaimed.
"Damn" was all Jehan could manage. Even in her panicked state, the naked Araliya de Silva was extremely seductive. Araliya ran a worried hand through her hair.
"Okay... okay... you.. You hide! I'll fake sick and get him to go home okay?" she said, climbing off of him and putting on her panties. She flung his shirt at him.
"Okay okay" he replied.
Breathlessly, Araliya answered the door.
"Hallo darling" said Dylan, stepping into the house.
"Hey... sorry I couldn't answer the phone" she mumbled as he reached for her.
"Forget that... you look great..Mmmmmmm.. so yummy.. Is Rohan around?"
"No, he's sick" she replied. Dylan was softly cupping her butt in his hands and grinning at her.
"Good" he replied, kissing her.
"Dylan-" she broke off.
"Shhh shh, we don't get chances like these often.. and it's been weeks since I heard you moan my name Liya" he grinned, kissing her again.
"I know-" she started again but he cut her off.
'We're going to make full use of it".
Barely making it to the sofa, Dylan was all over his gorgeous girlfriend. He was kissing her neck and moving lower and lower until his hand was inside her tank top and then he realised that there was no bra to pop.
"Mmmmmmmm you're a bad girl Liya" he said in approval.
Just then a car honked.
"Dylan! Dadda has come home! You're not supposed to be here" she screeched.
"Oh fuck" he swore in annoyance.
"You have to hide! Go to my room. You have to hide til he goes to sleep or watches TV or something and I'll sneak you out of the balcony"
"Fine fine" conceded Dylan grudgingly.
While Araliya hastened to open the door, Dylan scrambled to her bedroom. He debated on whether to hide in the curtains and then settled on hiding under the bed. He raised the bedsheet one side and slid under the bed and held his breath. It was a second before he realised he was not alone. Dylan looked at the person next to him and found himself face-to-face with his good friend Jehan Dias.
"Er..hi" Jehan said.
Araliya's father stepped into the house with a very confused expression.
"Why are there two cars parked outside our gate Araliya?" he asked.
Oh fuck she thought with a groan.
Meanwhile, two boys stared at each other in disbelief. Dylan recovered first and spoke.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Hello?" he said
"Jehan? How're you hmmmm?" purred the voice of Araliya de Silva on the phone. Just her voice thrilled him.
'I'm good.. just a little slow and cold" he replied.
"Oooooh can I warm things up a bit for you? No one's home.. Rohan's on leave and Dylan is in Havelock Town doing some work..." she trilled seductively.
"I'll be there in ten!" he replied as he grabbed his clothes.
"Come soon" she laughed, hanging up.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
If he was turned on when she called him, it was nothing compared to the way he felt when she answered the door. There she stood, her thick black hair falling over her shoulder, her body curvy and voluptuous, just waiting to be touched and kissed.
'"No one's home. Ammi's at Loku Punchi's place and Dadda's at some official lunch and Rohan is sick so he went home yesterday" she said, welcoming him in and closing the door shut, her bright eyes twinkling.
'Where's Dylan?" Jehan asked. Araliya ran a hand through her hair.
"Doing some work in Havelock Town" she replied and stepped up to him, kissing him.
Oh my fucking God! he thought. Look at her. Fuck, I scored .
She was in the tiniest shorts and tighest tank top imaginable.
Araliya de Silva was the Goddess. The Sex Goddess. Everything about her, from her agile, feline qualities to her lush body was unimaginably wonderful. Albeit, Jehan hardly got to admire her properly when they snuck around like this because she would be all over him in a second and the rest would be history. Needless to say, if Araliya's parents found out that he was screwing their seveteen year old darling, the sex won't be the only thing that would be history.
"What if someone comes?" he asked her anxiously while she unbottoned his t-shirts, her soft lips moving on his own. She paused and giggled.
"But someone WILL be coming very soon. You" she said sexily and bit his neck.
Gahhhhh oh fuck he thought. He cleared his throat.
"No I mean what if-"but his sentence was cut off as she took her top off to show him that she was not wearing a bra.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Dylan Wickremesinghe was at a saivar kade down Galle Road after a long morning of work. His bag was slumped on the chair and he felt a sense of calm despite the chatter in the kade and the noise in the street.
The terra cotta tiles on the floor were bright and shiny and reflected his face blurrily. The walls of the kade were painted in eyesore pink was had a small shrine mounted on it. The shop itself wafted mouth-watering smells.The chairs and tables were painted a bright, gaudy sky blue and were chipped and graffitied within an inch of their lives. Despite the wear and rear, they tables were scrubbed down and clean.
Whoever did the interior decor to this place deserves an award Dylan thought.
There were flies everywhere and it annoyed him. He brushed the flies away but they came back obstinately. There was a man cracking eggs to a bowl. He was tall, dark and had an impressive black moustache. Dylan rubbed his own face depressedly. There were pieces of tomato and leek sticking to the man's baniyan from mixing kottu on the stove.
Raj, the owner of the store greeted Dylan, his Sinhala "Ah Mahattaya" enriched with a strong Tamil accent. Raj put down Dylan's usual faluda in front of him. It was hot pink, had plenty of jelly cubes and kasa-kasa and a big dollop of Elephant House Vanilla Dream, just the way Dylan liked it. Dylan immediately slurped the drink and the honking, screeching and bustling road soon muted in his head.
While he was drinking his faluda, he tried calling Araliya and he was surprised when her phone went to voice mail. Slowly stirring his drink with his straw, he waited a few minutes and called again, all to no avail.
After finishing his drink, Dylank stared at his phone screen for a little. He typed a message and hit send.
I'll drop into Liya's place he thought and smiled.
Miles away, Araliya de Silva was moaning "Jehan! Oh Jehan harder!" in the throes of extreme sexual ecstasy.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The door bell rang.
"Crap" said a very breathless, very naked Araliya. She was lying on top of Jehan, breathing hard after a particularly excellent hour of very very naughty procreating.
"Liyaaaaa" groaned Jehan in content, stroking her back.
"Someone's at the door Jehan!" she said, reaching for her phone to check the time. Immediately, she panicked, seeing the missed calls and message from Dylan.
"Crap! Crap! It's Dylan! Jehan you aren't supposed to be here!" she exclaimed.
"Damn" was all Jehan could manage. Even in her panicked state, the naked Araliya de Silva was extremely seductive. Araliya ran a worried hand through her hair.
"Okay... okay... you.. You hide! I'll fake sick and get him to go home okay?" she said, climbing off of him and putting on her panties. She flung his shirt at him.
"Okay okay" he replied.
Breathlessly, Araliya answered the door.
"Hallo darling" said Dylan, stepping into the house.
"Hey... sorry I couldn't answer the phone" she mumbled as he reached for her.
"Forget that... you look great..Mmmmmmm.. so yummy.. Is Rohan around?"
"No, he's sick" she replied. Dylan was softly cupping her butt in his hands and grinning at her.
"Good" he replied, kissing her.
"Dylan-" she broke off.
"Shhh shh, we don't get chances like these often.. and it's been weeks since I heard you moan my name Liya" he grinned, kissing her again.
"I know-" she started again but he cut her off.
'We're going to make full use of it".
Barely making it to the sofa, Dylan was all over his gorgeous girlfriend. He was kissing her neck and moving lower and lower until his hand was inside her tank top and then he realised that there was no bra to pop.
"Mmmmmmmm you're a bad girl Liya" he said in approval.
Just then a car honked.
"Dylan! Dadda has come home! You're not supposed to be here" she screeched.
"Oh fuck" he swore in annoyance.
"You have to hide! Go to my room. You have to hide til he goes to sleep or watches TV or something and I'll sneak you out of the balcony"
"Fine fine" conceded Dylan grudgingly.
While Araliya hastened to open the door, Dylan scrambled to her bedroom. He debated on whether to hide in the curtains and then settled on hiding under the bed. He raised the bedsheet one side and slid under the bed and held his breath. It was a second before he realised he was not alone. Dylan looked at the person next to him and found himself face-to-face with his good friend Jehan Dias.
"Er..hi" Jehan said.
Araliya's father stepped into the house with a very confused expression.
"Why are there two cars parked outside our gate Araliya?" he asked.
Oh fuck she thought with a groan.
Meanwhile, two boys stared at each other in disbelief. Dylan recovered first and spoke.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Authors Note: I hope to turn to this short story into a miniseries. Any comments pertaining to if should or should not, would be welcome.
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