Take responsibility. I'm sorry ... I didn't mean..." I'm teasing you," she said, kissing him on the nose. "Though, good reaction."The color came back ...nto his face. "Can I pull out, now?" he said, but he still met resistance as he tried to."When did I say that?" She held him tighter with her legs."I need a ... break. Can we ... talk some more, for a bit?"Lily consented, and let him pull free. He nearly collapsed on top of her, but instead they ended up in each other's arms. Truth be told, they. I always thought I could have shot with her but didn’t had the guts to do that.The next time, I met her was at a mall in Bangalore. I had just started my graduation when I met her though she had changed a lot. She had a new hairdo and looked slimmer. She had changed from sweet and cute, to a sexy and hot as hell bombshell as the years progressed.Her outfits got tighter instead of hiding those voluptuous tits which were a beautiful transition. I was quite shocked to see her being such a. I felt young eyes staring at me, With self proclaimed liberty, The phantom raising a glass of wine, To make a toast only it can find, So her eyes burned in me. Like an itch you can not scratch, At least not publicly, Not wishing to look but wanted to see, Her youthful beauty staring at me. The phantom was giggling with glee. I looked sheepishly from my book, To her sensual long fingered hands, Not a ring she wore left or right, And thought what kind of man am I, Wondering if she was tight or. It begins in the hallowed halls of Central High School, where I attended.There was this girl named Tiffany, whose guts I absolutely fucking hated and believe me the feeling was mutual. As far as looks go Tiffany and I were about dead even. As far as popularity goes, (I may have been slightly more popular, but only slightly). Although I always got good grades, Tiffany's grades were always slightly higher than mine. I used to hate having to watch that bitch go up on the stage for awards and.