But where was the fun in that. I told ‘Mom, I want to pee in your mouth mom, I want to drink my pee’Mom initially gave a much frowned face, like s...e was going to scold me, and she did.Mom: It is not healthy to do it. Pee contains harmful chemicals.Me: Mom, it is only once.Mom: Why do you want to do such dirty thing? What fun do you have from doing it?Me: I don’t know mom, I just feel very horny from this kinky stuff.There, I said it. I officially defined the word ‘kinky’, I wanted to take our. After that we used to spend a lot of time chit chatting and I used to catch my share of glimpses of her massive cleavage and butt cracks and she used to eye my hard-on. We both knew that we were lusting for each other but no one said or did anything.Then came the D Day….. She belonged to a decent upper middle class family with both the parents working and she being the only child was never questioned nor stopped from anything and I became a frequent visitor to her place and her parents also. "Good morning, class. Take your seats, please."The laughing turned into quieted giggling and the talking turned into murmurs and whispers while all the girls took their seats at the desks. It was right then that I fully realized how different this place felt. There was just about two dozen pairs of teenage eyes glued to me and all of them were burning holes in me. Before now I had never felt like this in front of a class. It was not nerves or anxiety from being in front of a class. It was. I leaned forward… trying to not stick my lounge in her mouth and her lips met mine with a peck that was more akin to just having kissed Aunt Martha than a…. a what? A girlfriend? Hardly appropriate for no more than the brief moments we had shared… a friend… a lover… and I dared not even allow myself that thought and hope to remain in an semblance of control. We paused for a moment frozen in place and she whispered the line from the Jack Nickolson movie… ‘I think I can do that better if we try.