Emily had laid out the clothes that I was to wear. Panties,white tights, a pink floral dress with puff sleeves andflat buckle up black shoes. At least...I did not have to havemy legs encased in those boots today I thought. They weretight and uncomfortable as well as making my feet sweatreally badly. The plastic material they were made of was soclammy. Emily told me to brush my hair. I did and it wasleft long rather than up in ribbons.Downstairs I ate my breakfast of cereals with milk from. Am I going to be attractive enough? I’m a little bit pudgy, have been all of my life. Is it something that will turn him off? His gaze finally meets with mine and I hold my breath. His mouth opens then closes. He shakes his head. His hands at the small of my back nudge me closer until my breasts are brushing lightly against his chest. The contact is electrifying. ‘Alyssa.’ He says my name reverently as his hands start to slowly caress my back. The tender touch soothes my anxiety and I breathe. Ranveer used to be in their batch in tuition and had a bad image for being the most notorious and foul mouthed boy of some other school. I was disgusted in having him in my home but didn’t say anything against him because I knew how he and his gang will handle me if I was rude to them. I allowed them in after greeting them. We chatted for a while in the living room and Mohan told me that as his bike had broken down, Ranveer agreed to drop him. So they were on the way when he thought to give me. I loved the way they used to flip in and out under their bottoms as they walked. Before long the same feelings came over me. As I continued to stroke I could feel the pressure build. Then with a final spasm I shot another stream of semen.This quickly became a frequent occurrence. I did it whenever I could. As time went on, I thought of different ways to indulge my new passion; such as doing it in a nice warm bath, or naked out of doors (in another story), or in various rooms in the pub where I.