Whenever I passed by her, I could see her perfect ass from above her skirt she used to wear. At times, I couldn’t control staring and even wanted to...spank it and make it wobble! It was the end of that year’s batch, so our juniors gave us a farewell party as part of our school’s culture. The dress code was obviously a suit for guys and saree for girls. Deepika also wore a saree as she was the anchor of the programme. Deepika looked smoking hot in the black saree she wore. She wore a sleeveless. He sucks at it. He almost always loses, but when the largest pot is around five bucks and the big winner only takes home twenty dollars it’s easy to afford to lose at our games. Kevin is a tall lanky surfer type with sun bleached hair and a mellow attitude to match.So here we are, another Friday night of boring Texas hold’em. Charlie is whining about Pam and her frozen pussy. Hester has insisted on smoking a fat smelly cigar and I don’t have the balls to make him put it out.Bob wins the hand. Without a word, Jim took off his jacket, putit over my shoulders, and escorted me out to the limo. Once inside, hefixed me a drink, which I gulped. He put his arm around me, and we rodehome in silence.That night, I slept in fuzzy pajamas instead of my usual satin nighty. Ididn't have any even vaguely boyish clothes, or I would have worn them.I got up around noon the next day, and checked my phone. Pictures of thenight before had already been published with headlines like, "Hot starlethooks. But then, seconds later, I fought the temptation to give up looking, ride the elevator up to his room again, take him inside me, and drain every last drop of cum from his body. I'm not sure how many times I walked to the elevator and back before I found you. You took my arm, we left together snuggled against each other, and I was relieved that the elevator would soon be many city blocks behind us."I'm not sure what words to use to describe what her story did to me. I had hoped what I witnessed.