‘Please don’t,’ she kept saying, but our clothes kept coming off. I guess if her body had been saying something different, I’d have stopped. B...t she just melted into me as I undressed her, and the more I didn’t stop, the more she melted. Oh fuck! (‘That was it?’ I asked.) Well the rest you know. I guess. You fumble around, you do what feels good, she hurts, she stops hurting, she asks for more, and more. And after you finish you’re done. Onions. (‘What the fuck is it with you and your onions?’). But I kept sucking my own fingers. I think Aman was rubbing his cock harder and harder seeing it.Finally, the pussy taste faded. Aman went back to his original ask of me fingering. He said, “If you’re wet, it won’t hurt.” I said okay because even I was inquisitive about what new things I could do to pleasure myself. Once again, I looked around me.This time I gave a keener look. No students were looking up from their papers. But the invigilator who was earlier sitting between our rows was now. He had his index finger most of the way in me, as I groaned at his efforts. He took his finger out of me, and as he sat up, raising the back of his seat up, and said, ‘Happy Birthday.’ He asked if I would like this every day for a period, and he knew I wanted it for while.I agreed, and we commuted for about two weeks, as he increased the depth of his finger, then used the middle, as the two weeks passed by. After the two weeks ended, I was suprised he missed his usual turn-off, and he even. You tell me you want to show me off and that we are going to pick a couple that we like and flirt with them. We have a drink before we head out. When we arrive, the club is somewhat packed. We walk around the bar and you choose a seat next to a cute brunette and her handsome guy friend. You guide me to the seat next to hers. As I sit down, I kind of bump her in the side. I turn and apologize and we start chatting. I find her sexy. I can tell you do too. Her boyfriend is a hottie too. .