She was me. I'm not quite sure how my mental processes worked that evening (as I have already said, I tend to overlook the obvious) but I spent most o... the night imagining what it was like to be her; how she would think, act, dress, be treated. I have had a few girlfriends in my time, but no serious relationships. In fact the only girl who has stuck with me for any length of time is my sister, who I see regularly.So, I was no stranger to the inner workings of the female mind. The last thing I. I had a few friends outside my batch. There was a junior of mine with whom I get along quite well. She was a year junior to me. Same branch. She was from Hyderabad. A bit dusky. Let’s call her Elli.I always knew she had a crush on me. I kind of used to avoid her on direct topics on relations and play it quite. I didn’t want the friendship to break. Well after the exam we met in the college canteen. She was wearing her usual, salwar kurta. We talked for some time. She said that her friends are. I kept the box truck after the plague. The motel manager survived and sold me the truck for such a small amount of money that it made sense to keep it. So, I spent a little getting it in better condition and now had it when I needed it most.We chugged down to BJ’s Warehouse and bought everything in sight that we might need in a prolonged period of governmental collapse. The bunker I’d built in the cave already had all the weapons and ammunition we’d ever need, but we stocked up on several. "He kicked my legs apart and flipped my skirt up over my waist."Hmmmmmmmm that's fucking horny bitch, you gotta real little girlyshaped ass, ain't ya?"He slapped it, quite hard. I heard him unzip himself and pull his pantsdown, heard the rip of the condom packet. With one finger he pulled theG-string to one side other fingers tickling and playing with theentrance to my pussy-ass, while sliding the condom on with his otherhand."Don't worry babe, I gotta bit of this for you."I looked round, he.