I ran my hand through my short blonde hair. I flexed some of my muscles in my white shirt and dark blue jeans. A few minutes later the door opened."Hi... Sorry we don't want any." said this dark hair girl. She peeked around the big white door. "Sorry! Is Mr. Kelly here?" I said. "No! My Step Dad is out of town." she said. "Who the fuck is it." said another girls voice behind her. "Shut the fuck up. There some hot guy at our door bitch." said the girl behind the door. She looked over her shoulder,. "Haha thanks! Just gym and finally becoming a man I guess" I said neglecting to mention the hours of meticulous meal preparation and intense training to get to where I am today."So what did you need?" I continued "My boyfriends at work and my daughters have already left the house I just need someone to hold the ladder down while I change the outside porch light" she said rushed"Not a problem" I walked out still in my towel (to be honest I forgot I wasn't wearing pants I was just so turned on by. That pro football player was fine too.”“You’re the only one that ever met him.”“Really?”“Yes and it was by accident,” Jackie chuckled.“Well he looked good. Who was he,” Mel inquired for the first time in years.“You know I’m not going to spill his tea. I’ll just say he was on the defensive line for the Bears.”“Fair enough.”Jackie had been the secret side chick for more than one man in her life. The one who Mel mentioned was a former defensive end who spent 11 seasons in the NFL - split between. Next few days went normally . I regularly bunked classes so that I can stay home to chat with Namrata. I could feel the sexual tension between two of us . As days went by Namrata became more comfortable seeing me around the house. She would walk around in shorts and tank tops with no bra.One day while I was at home watching TV I saw Namrata sweeping the floor . She was wearing a deep neck T-shirt with no bra. I could clearly see her melons when she bent down. First i tried to steal glances but.