It wasn't like boys didn't know what was there, but they weren't supposed to touch a girl there except when she let him. The same thing applied to gir...s; you weren't supposed to grab the boy's butt, or his crotch.Jack hooked her panties with his fingers and pulled them off. Sammi lifted her skirt--he seemed to relax slightly when she did so--and coated the ends of her fingers with KY Jelly. She began rubbing it around her entrance. She could see she wouldn't be as wet as she normally would be. I can’t imagine how you’d negotiate being a woman and gay in India.’ This was in 2013, when the Supreme Court upheld 377, criminalising homosexual sex. In some ways, it was the best coming-out encounter I could have hoped for—we both cried, she articulated her concerns and listened to mine, and continues to play the denial card ever so often. I’ve made my peace with their unspoken understanding—they haven’t brought up my marriage, and my Indian partner stays over with me at their home. Tuesday was just the same, and by Wednesday I was going out of my mind with my need to be fucked. I didn’t know what to do, our town was too small for me to just randomly fuck someone without it getting around and my parents would kill me. I had stayed late at school on Wednesday to finish a project in history and was walking home through the woods when I realized that someone was following me. I turned around and saw Billy McClan on the path behind me. He smiled at me, but it wasn’t a. But as the bus pulled out from the stop, I snapped out of my reverie to see that she had left her satchel. I quickly pulled the Emergency Cord, grabbed the satchel and caught up with her just as she was getting into her Volvo station wagon. “Oh god.. Thank you so much,” she almost cried out loud. I found that she was carrying some very confidential papers … being the gentleman.. I said, “You’re welcome…I’m glad I caught you…. And have a great day.” As I turned to leave I saw my bus disappear.