.On one Sunday she called me to her home.I was excited & dressed well & went to her home. Rang the bell.She opened the door.M : Hi mam..S : Hi shiv.. ...ome in..She had just finished her bath. Her hairs were still wet. I can see her bra stripes through her blouse.. She was wearing blue saree, tied low.I can see her navel, Her boobs from side. Seeing all this my dick started to salute her. It made tent in my pant.she noticed that.M: You are looking beautiful mam..S: Laughing… Really?? Am your mam. As quick as a flash I dodged the first guys punch and grabbed him by the neck and arm, spinning him round I sent him straight into the wall. Spinning on my heel the guy on the left hurled a punch at me, ducking under it, I placed a well aimed shot in his gut making him keel over in agony. The thirds one stepped back, in sheer awe of what had just happened.“You want to experience firsthand what you can learn in Basic Training? No? Then I suggest the three of you get the hell out of here before I. ”“Fine, we’ll do it your way. But when that’s over, she’s mine.”“Absolutely. What do I care about your playthings. Just see to it that your job is complete.”They led Lisa out the door and down the hall. Whatever their plan was, she didn’t like it, but at least it bought her a bit more time. Whatever they intended, at least it wasn’t happening now, and every second was another moment for the backup to approach. A part of her was disappointed by the interruption. That portion of her brain. Charlotte, that name sounded like music to me, my first girl crush. “Nice to meet you Charlotte, I’m Christine but you can call me Christy...” from then on I knew I had made a friend and hopefully a friend with benefits. A couple of days later after college, we exchanged numbers and she promised we would meet up some time, sooner rather than later hopefully. One night she called me saying, “Hey Christy what you up to?” I was doing my coursework, “Err nothing... I’m not doing anything". “Want to.