”“You mean you do the bad touchie too?”“Yes, a lot. I‘ve been doing the bad touchie since I was six”The bad touchie. Our parents called ...t that. We didn’t know why they did, nor did we understand why something ’bad’ felt so wonderful. Neither of us had any answers. Maureen listened as I told her the entire story of Shelly and the bathroom. I told her how Shelly had taught me the bad touchie during naptime. I described how our principal beat me. How our parents reacted much the same as. Then she told that she has leg pain told me to put some balm on her legs. She was on her saree. Sat on the chair raised her saree and petticoat for me I started applying on her legs she raised more upto her knees so I kept applying on her and enjoying as she kept busy watching TV. Then I went to her thighs she saw me once but no reaction.I asked her can I? She said yes so went on applying to her thighs she started spreading her legs while rubbing her legs I touched her pussy once she moaned. I. As she rubbed her hand up the length of it I had to exert every ounce of control I had to stop myself shooting on her first rub.I again glanced swiftly round to make sure we were still unobserved and as my glance came round to her I realized I didn’t even know her name. Not wanting to spoil the moment by saying anything I instead reached out to grab my drink from the table. My hand was trembling slightly. She had sensed my urgency and her hand had stilled on my cock, just squeezing it lightly. I knew I was a guy, but for right now I couldn't help myself. I was a female. As we talked I rested my hand on his thigh and I felt him shudder. We danced some more and as the night wore on we drank more until we were both drunk and just staring into each others eyes. He asked me if I wanted to go back to his place. I thought a minute and said yes as long as I could follow him. I wouldn't stay the night in case the drugs wore off. We somehow made it back to his apartment. We barely got inside.