She wanted me to join her.I followed! She walked past some rocks, climbed a few of them. I had never come here! On the high ground was a small flat pa...ch of land.She stood there looking at the city. I went from behind and moved her hands on her stomach, below her blouse.I said, “Sneha”! She did not respond. I guess there was no point to talk. She was not interested in the talk.I moved my hands from the back to front on her stomach. She gave a moan. She wanted it.And I did it! I kissed her on. This is my change to play out my fantasy. I get up and slowly take off my shirt. By now, the bulge in my shorts is undeniable. I let my hands slide down my chest towards the edge of my trousers. I stop on the edge. She is staring at my shorts. Her hands have disappeared under her shirt and I she her grasp for her bra lock. I slowly stroke my dick through my shorts. She slips her bra off and pulls it out from under her shirt. Two nipples immediately poke through her shirt. I can see her eyes. "Wow, Dawn, you're really growing up," Brandi complimented.I rolled my eyes. "You just saw me a month ago." Yeah, well, I forget how beautiful you've become. I keep thinking of you as the little girl playing in the dirt with my little brother." Not so little brother, anymore, eh?" I grinned with a twinkle in my eye."Certainly not," Brandi breathed and got a faraway look in her eyes. I recognized the look. It was a look of lust and longing. I'd known Brandi and Ben had fucked each other during. .. “got u - c u in 20 min. I'll txt u outside.” My heart jumped, dropped but, instead of the solid wet thud of its immovable mass hitting reality, it kept falling… and dissipated.I glanced at the photo of Helen on the table: I knew nothing would ever be the same again, I'd want more. I already wanted more.My mind whirred: it was just for sex - I was straight - I loved women - I loved her! It was dangerous, it had only took a couple minutes to arrange - what kind of a guy says yes to meeting me.