He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck.I stood up straight and leaned back against his chest into his arms.“Mmmmm..,” I purr...d.“Let’s fuck,” he whispered in my ear.“Now?” I replied. “She’ll be home anytime now.”“We’re not expecting her for a few hours.” he said as he cupped and caressed my breasts.I gave in. I rarely said no these days, after all, I liked it as much as he did.“Where?” Was all I said.“Here,” he said. I was standing behind the couch.I put my hands on the. “Didn’t you, Izzy, baby?”She slapped at his face lightly. “Someone’ll catch us!”“Not if you hurry the fuck up.”He pulled the door of the closet closed and started groping at her clothes—her tank top, her knit jacket, her skirt. He was in a playful frenzy. She yelped as he grabbed at her panties.He put a finger to her lips. “Shush!”“Wait, wait, wait!” She pushed him back and listened. His hands were still coming for her. “Movement,” she said.He listened too. There was someone in the classroom.. For me, the days before that week, were busy with college, work and the few activities I was involved in. I was a bit awkward back in those days, and not dating much. My only sexual encounters seemed to be with my right hand while looking a pictures of pretty women. In other words, I had had very little experience in sex.That was changed by none other then my sister, Vedanti, who decided to teach me more on the subject. The week we were both staying at our parent’s house was most interesting.. My mind was playing tricks on me as I fantasised about them, especially the really good looking one, they were both slim and fit, the more I watched the more I could feel my pussy throbbing. I was wearing a white skirt and white blouse and my nipples were aching. Another half hour had elapsed when the two lads came to the door, “Finished” I asked as they nodded.They stepped into the kitchen and I asked “How much” and the good looking one, Ansar, said “£30”, I went to my purse and took the money.