The doors closed with a soft swish and then we were rushing up, the silence full of unbelieving stares between Aunt Sarah, her daughter and I. The lit...le boy hummed softly, blissfully unaware of the incredible awkwardness that was exploding around him.At last, the bell rang and the doors opened. The boy skipped off and disappeared down a carpeted corridor. Aunt Sarah turned to face us, her face softened, her eyes smoldering as she took in the sight of us. My heart raced in my chest, the. It was my mission. But soon, he ended up leaving for college and didn’t visit home much. I missed him, and was trying to find some other way to pass my time when, suddenly, in my junior year in high school the topic of sex started to come up. A lot. My friends all had boyfriends and were constantly talking out it. Since this topic came up so much, I soon started to look things up to be able to keep up with their conversations. This is where I learned about masturbation, and thank God too. I. He was better than me and used to teach me a lot of things. Due to tennis I had a very athletic body and many people used to tell me that I look very handsome.I always had my eye on Neha aunty. Tennis was just a reason to meet her every day. She was an amateur in tennis and I and uncle used to teach her and I used to get a lot of chances to touch her. Many a times I used to brush my hand against her boobs while teaching her and she never made any reaction. They used to live in the same building. "Jessy can you tell me what the fuck is going on?" It's a long story Stevie, and I never sent you a text today!" Oh yes you did." He pulled out his phone and scrolled down showing methe message that was sent. "Dam it! Those bitches must have my phone!" Never mind that,lets hear the story." As we drove into town I told himwhat had happened and how the girls trapped me into the situation.Stevie was laughing his ass off at every detail right down to my salonsession with Lana. "Well I have to tell.