The curiosity caught me off guard. I thought he would try to kick me out of his office at this point. I stood firm and raised my hands to unbutton my ...hirt. I was wearing a little red plaid skirt, a white button up blouse, black stockings and black heels. I had very little makeup on and my hair was curled and placed in a high ponytail. The literal representation of a 'naughty school girl.' He never said a word as I unbuttoned my blouse to expose my red lace bra underneath. I pulled the blouse. .!Ok ab mein wapis story per aata hu ..Ek din aunty ghar se usski time jaa rhi thi jab unke ghar per koi nhi hota , mujhe lga ki accha time hai plan 2 ko start kerne ka jo ki hai ”friendship” meneapni bike nikali or unke auto ka picha kerne lga . Wo sabzi market mein gyi or kuch time baad woo wapis aa rhi thi mene unhe aate hue dekh ker chipp gya or unhe check out kerne lga wo auto ki talash mein thi whaa unhe koi auto mila nhi thi or issse phale milthe mein whaa chlaa gyaa orr unhe kaha’ arre. I felt her legs wrap around me as she pulled me as close as she could. I was buried balls-deep into her and I wanted to go deeper. I began pounding myself into her, urging us to higher and higher levels of excitement. She responded by arching her back and slamming her hips into mine with every stroke. We were so turned on it was as if we were trying to hurt each other in our passion. But we were lost deeply in that passion and, at least at the moment, we didn’t feel any pain, only extreme. .." Now it struck me - Ihad seen him now and then during the first two years at college,although we had never met as such, because of the age difference andbecause he studied in a different branch.But he must definitely have known Alok well after all the ragging inthe boys' hostel. "That's... Alok right?" he asked me knowingly. Ididn't know what to do - this could prove to be a real embarrassmentfor everyone. "Yes," I whispered apprehensively, "But look..." Shaliniwore an expression of.