" Oh, well ... um," she said. Her voice was still fun but I heard nervousness. "What was the biologist wearing on his first date with a girl?" She did...'t wait for me to answer. "Designer Jeans!"I laughed. She successfully dodged the conversation I tried to start."I should go," she said. "See you Monday."Why did I bother when she only saw me as a friend? I didn't ask other girls out because I held out hope for her. Why was I so foolish?In Mrs. Wilbur's class I purposefully sat away from where I. There is a strange fluttering in my stomach, and I can already feel the wetness gathering between my thighs. Slowly, I type the response. "No panties, the black skirt." My free hand has wandered down to my thigh, sliding along the smooth material of my black pencil skirt. He picked it out, but being the stubborn, independent lady that I was, I wouldn't let him buy it. I bought it for myself, then sent him a picture of me wearing it. I think if he were here, he'd throw out all my clothes so that. But this time my eyes were not drawn to her feet, but to the tightest and best looking asre I have ever seen. After many hours of wanking to vids on xhammy i've seen a fair few nice ones. This one though was real, not just a video on the screen, it was just feet away from me and my eyes were transfixed. It was perfect to look at in very tight jeans. After what seemed like an age had past, although it was probably only a second at most, the beauty stopped right in front of me. It was only then. That wasn’t hard in a small town but she was the difficult kind to get close to. I knew Indian women can be cold but this one was well below freezing point! Any hint of what she thought was a ‘hit’ received a prompt rebuttal often with a harsh word. But knowing her better and with many occasions to be with her over a period of time I submerged that deterrent in a sea of desire that was damning up inside me. I read so much about Indian women to take a look into their thoughts. Fascinating.