I just loved her as a friend and someone whom I connected with well. It was the same with her too.Stella had a boyfriend, about whom she would discuss...with me. But somehow, that relation didn’t work out. She was upset and told me about it. While she was dejected, I consoled her and gave her a lot of confidence, with which she was able to forget everything. We had mutual admiration and respect for each other.Even after I returned to Mumbai, we were in regular touch through messages and calls. We. I tugged my skirt up slightly higher, giving my hand easier access. I pushed the material of my panties aside, as my fingers crept inside the satin.I felt the car stopping, his eyes never leaving the mirror. My fingers found their target, the soft damp skin of my pussy lips parted to my touch. I parted my legs wider, one leg on the back seat, the other on the floor. My finger running up and down my pussy, spreading my juices. I could feel my clitoris harden, as my finger brushed the hood. No big deal. I just took a quick, solitary shower then padded wet and naked down the hall and into the pool area. Olivia was talking with Rita and Serena, but broke off and met me at the starting block. Ethan and Caitlin were sharing our lane again. Ethan had finished his first laps and Caitlin was in the water."Is everything OK?" I asked Olivia."Oh, yeah, you just looked like you were going to take a while and I needed to finish some things with Rita and Serena. That's all. Is that PDA. Back on it went.Shortly, I stood up and listened again. I could have sworn I had heard a shout. There was no way that the girls in the basement could be heard, no matter what they did or what they shouted. Not with twelve inches of concrete and steel between them and the next floor. I went to the window and looked out. Maybe it was a mugging. Nope - empty street.As I stood there puzzled, and trying to determine just what I was trying to detect, I heard it again. This time, with the TV.