We met in play school. The first time we met when my lunch box fell from my hands and I started crying. Varun who sat next to me offered me a share of...his lunch. As I ate from his box, we gradually smiled. That moment itself we knew we were meant to be best friends. Ever since then we have practically been together. We talked and shared. We had seen each other almost naked too. We talked about sex so deep enough to freak out any Indian mind. He knew my boy friends and I knew his girlfriends and. ." Her body tensed and relaxed again, and then she licked her lips. "You're so forward!"I smirked, thinking of Jenny. My pulse quickened, and I twisted a ring, applying delicious pressure to my throbbing clit. "We're all sluts inside, Mom. Masturbation's the least of it! I heard other girls talking back in school, and it's even worse, now. You know how early girls lose their virginity?" I thought about Jenny and I finding another girl, but the image stubbornly kept morphing into an imperious. It didn't take long and he told me that he loved to havehis nipples played with, so I asked how he liked it, between licking andsucking his cock, and he said I really like them pinched and tugged on butnot really rough, so I squeezed, pinched and pulled on them and soon he wasgroaning appreciatively.As I continued to suck his cock and mildly abuse his nipples, I could tellhe was getting close, so I asked if he shoots a big load and he said it hadbeen several days since he unloaded so it should. I recalled the event of about a year before. I had told Mom and Dad that I wanted to learn the guitar. They asked me if I would promise to practice every day. They told me that the strings would cut into my fingers. Their reaction struck me as strangely intense, and I received the impression that they didn't want me to learn it. I was confused and hurt, and I dropped the notion after that and tried to convince myself that I didn't really want to play. But I did.Ursus shared in the memories as.