Aditya rode home from Brooklyn with the late sun low behind him, engine steady, mind still on the market — samosas warm in his stomach, her laugh when they argued about spice levels, the way she'd listened to his rasam story like it mattered.
He parked the Harley, helmet under arm, and climbed the stairs feeling lighter than the day had started.
Phone buzzed as he unlocked the door.
Lindy: "Thanks again for today. That quote you gave me is perfect. Editor loved the 'genuine South Indian perspective' line. Owe you chai next time."
He smiled, typed back: "Deal. But only if it's actual chai, not the watery stuff."
Her reply: "Challenge accepted. Free tonight? I'm around the corner from your place finishing edits. Could drop by with real stuff if you're not busy saving the world with your app."
He looked at the clock — 7:30. Apartment still smelled faintly of poha from lunch. New TV on the wall, Xbox controllers neat on the couch.
He typed: "Door's open if you want to come up. Bring the chai."
Twenty minutes later she knocked.
She held two paper cups, steam curling up, and a small paper bag. "Proper masala chai. From the stall near my apartment. No shortcuts."
He took one, gestured her in. "Impressive delivery time."
"I'm motivated," she said, slipping off her shoes.
They sat on the couch. Chai warm in hands. Conversation picked up where the market left off — her piece wrapping up, his quiet week of coding tweaks and bike rides. Easy. No rush.
She set her cup down after a while.
"You're different on that bike," she said. "More… settled. Like you belong here now."
"Maybe I do," he said. "Or I'm getting there."
She shifted closer. Knee brushed his. Stayed.
He got flustered as he was still virgin. He kept his cup side and look into her eyes .His ears became red from being shy
She leaned in first — slow, giving him time to meet her. Lips soft, tasting of cardamom and faint sweetness. He kissed back, hand to her jaw, thumb brushing cheek. Deepened gradually. Tongues met once, tentative, then sure.
She moved — leg over his lap, straddling. Hands on his shoulders. His went to her waist under her shirt — warm skin, slight arch when she pressed down. He hardened against her almost immediately.
Shirts off. Hers first — she lifted arms, let him peel it away. Skin freckled across shoulders, he big breasts rising with breath.
He leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth. Fondling the other boob with his hand
Slow at first. Lips closing around it, tongue flicking once, then circling. She arched immediately, a soft sound escaping her throat. He sucked gently — steady pull — feeling the peak harden further against his tongue. His hand cupped the other breast, thumb rolling the nipple in slow circles, mirroring the rhythm of his mouth.
Lindy's fingers threaded into his hair, not pulling, just holding him there. "God… keep doing that."
He switched sides — same attention to the other nipple. Sucking deeper now, tongue pressing flat then flicking quick. He used his teeth once — very light graze — and she gasped, hips rocking forward against him. He could feel how wet she was through the thin fabric still between them.
His free hand slid down her side, tracing ribs, then lower to the waistband of her jeans. She lifted slightly to help. Jeans and underwear came off together. She settled back onto his lap naked, thighs bracketing his hips.
He kept his mouth on her boobs — alternating now, sucking one while fingers played with the other. Pinching lightly, rolling, tugging just enough to make her breath hitch every time. Her skin tasted faintly of rose and sweet .
She tugged at his belt — slow unbuckling, zipper down. Hand inside, stroking once firm. He groaned low against her chest.
"Wait," he murmured.
She paused, eyes questioning — playful.
He eased her back onto cushions. Kissed her mouth again — distracting, deep — while hand trailed thigh. Stroked folds once — wet, ready. Circled clit light, steady. She arched small, breath catching.
"Inside," she whispered.
One finger glided in. She clenched. He curled up, found spot when hips jerked. Second finger joined, stretching slow, stroking rhythm. Thumb on clit — firm circles matching.
All the while his mouth never left her boobs. Sucking, licking slow patterns around the areola, switching sides, keeping the dual rhythm: mouth on nipple, fingers inside her.
Her hand gripped forearm. Nails pressed. Hips rolled up. Quiet gasps filled room.
He kissed neck — open, warm — pulse under lips. Kept pace patient, building. Thighs trembled.
She came soft — body tensing, pulsing around fingers, low "Aditya—" against ear. He kept sucking gently through it, thumb still circling slow, drawing aftershocks.
Withdrew carefully. Slick hand to belt — jeans down. Stroked himself once, coating.
She watched — eyes dark, lips parted.
Settled between thighs. Notched. Paused just at her entrence of vagina.
Her legs hooked his waist. Pulled.
He pushed in slow — long slide, fully seated. Tight heat enveloped. Both exhaled.
She rolled hips once — deliberate.
He moved — deep, measured thrusts. Each drew small sound. Hands on thighs, holding open. Pace built — harder, skin meeting skin. She clenched deliberate. He kissed her deep in her mouth and they played with their tongue and separated.
His mouth found her breasts again — couldn't stay away. Sucking one nipple while thrusting, the other pinched and squeezing he boob. She clenched around him every time his tongue flicked or teeth grazed lightly.
"Again," he said rough.
She did.
His thrusts shortened, became deep. then he started pounding her with speed. After 5 minute he felt the area tightened.
"Don't stop!"
"Ohh! f**k", she said
"I can't hold on any longer", he said while thrusting deeper and harder
After a minute, he came inside her but she came sharper. she pulled him over. He buried deep, spilled inside with low groan against her chest, pulsing inside her.
they stayed joined together, breaths ragged, sweat cooling. Eased out after a minute. She hummed with fulfillment.
Laying beside on couch. She curled in put her head on his chest. He put his arm around her.
they became quiet. No one talked
"Chai's probably cold," she murmured eventually.
He huffed laugh. "Worth it."
She traced watch strap. "You're full of surprises."
"Trying not to be boring," he said.
"You're not."
They stayed like that. Her breathing evened first.
They got up and left their sofa ate some snacks and continued their exercise in bedroom for next hour
He stared at the ceiling. Apartment full of lindy's scent, her warmth, points ticking up somewhere in background.
His mind fully of joy from earlier activities.
'Atlast! i slept with her and finally lost my virginity'
He pulled blanket over. Pulled her closer. Closed eyes.
Tomorrow — lawyer search, Eiben quiet moves, app checks.
Tonight — no plan needed.
Good day. Better night.
He thought one line before sleep.
She's here. Eddie's not yet.
But he will be.