Swati: Hai koi!Main: Acha to abhi bhi hai.Swati: Nahi matlab… tha koi.Main: Pakdi gayi teri jhoot. Mujhse kya chupana bataona kon hai.Swati: Abhi na...i baad mein kabhi.Main: College friend?Swati: Nahi.Main: School friend?Swati: Naaaah!Main: Hmmm… is apartment mein koi?Swati: Hmmm…haan.Main: Hmmm… mujhse chota hai ya bada?Swati: Bada hai, aur bas ab aage aur kuch nahi bataungi.Main: Acha ek akhiri sawal.Swati: Kya?Main: Agar issi apartment mein hai to roz milti ho kya usse?Swati: Haan.Main: To. Rugby was more fun than football. I liked football but helmets and pads weren’t my thing. It was while playing rugby that I met the love of my life. A six-foot-tall, brawny young man with dark brown skin and the most soulful brown eyes I’ve ever seen. He came to one of the rugby games with his buddies. After the game, I approached him. The sexy black stud’s name was Johnson Noel. He played football for Norris College, in the offensive lineman position. He was a college rugby fan, and attended. I just wanted to jump in and grab those soft cushions. I had to restrain myself. What did I want from her? Did I want to have sex with her? My body said yes. My mind said no. She was letting me watch her naked.She was letting me watch her naked though. And this was an amazing deed unto itself. Nothing wrong with playing some more. Right? I have not mentioned more about my parents because they will be busy with their business. Me and my sister are always alone at home. This may be the reason. I moaned with the feeling, and he took that for a cry of arousal as his arms came around me to pull me tightly to him. One hand started to maul my breasts, roughly squeezing them, and pulling on my nipples, adding flashes of pain to my awakening arousal. The other hand moved to my pussy, and my nearly raw clit got more attention as he slid two fingers alongside of it, and started rubbing its sides between them.He was holding me in place by my breasts, as his thrusts were strong enough to move.