” Nicole replied. Apparently, neither did she. “I never did anything with him. I just sorta remembered. You mentioned him earlier.”“Yeah, you ...oth wear black a lot.” I answered lamely. “Plus you both really like to ‘real talk.’ Although the think you do it more because you feel like it, and he does it more to feel superior and give advice.”Nicole sat up again. “Right?!” She asked excitedly. “Honestly, I don’t like Paul at all. He kinda scares me.”“Scares you?” I repeated her. “Why?”She. I felt strange and excited at the same time. I was very young to understand those. Well, that was all when I didn’t know anything about sex and all… but years later, when I was about to complete my 11th std., she visited my home. Then, our relation went to an all new level. I’ll tell u how… She was one hot girl, fit and all curvy. A bit darker in complexion, but dark has its own beauty. She had great boobs (I don’t go around with a measuring tape), a little bigger for her age, I felt. But that. Night had fallen and Nikki had her usual relaxing bath,the images of earlier in the day kept creeping up onher, filling her with need. Enzo wasn’t allowed in thehouse and Nikki now wished that she could sneak him intothe house, but this was impossible. Instead Nikki decided to spend her evening in her room,she had worked herself up so much she was all hot andwet again, and her pussy throbbed for attention. Seatedon the edge of her bed she slowly stroked her slit withonly the tip of her. She’s the prettiest girl I know, or so I think she is, and a guy I know who’s a friend of mine told me a couple ways to get her to go out with me. “You could just ask her,” he told me. “That’s one way or you could be a little sneakier,” he said. I asked what he meant. “Write a note. Sneak over and put it into her mailbox and then sneak away. That’s the other way, alright?” “I’m not going to do that!” That’s what I told him. He shrugged his shoulders. It didn’t matter to him. They were simple.