She leaned her head into the back of my neck, I forgot how to breathe. I kept looking ahead, at the men standing by the barbecue, and wondering what w...uld happen if they turned and saw her nuzzled into me like that. She blew some air onto my neck and lowered her head slightly more.Touch. First, it was almost perceptible, then I felt it. A tongue. Her tongue. On my skin. She licked the back of my neck, raising hell from my skin. My eyes sealed themselves. I wanted to shut down all my useless. The saree was quite thin too which stuck around her ass and it looked tight too. She started working. It was almost a month. I could see a lot of changes in her. She would wear sarees to work.She got many of them but all chiffon. Her blouse patterns were getting more and more open day by day showing ample cleavage. Her sarees being worn below the navel. At home, she shifted from wearing gowns to robes. She started coming out of the bath draping herself only in the towel.And then watching her. . ?" and that drover her into it, her body threshing under me like she was having a fit. Her mouth was open screaming soundlessly, and I had all I could do just to stay with her and ride her out to the end. She had reached it, but she still hadn't put her arms or legs around me. She lay panting, her head twisting to one side and then to the other like she was dying. Until, watching her eyes, I started stroking her of my own accord; then her head stopped still and she gazed at me, our eyes. My eyes fly to Christian, sitting at the back, staring at some point a long way above my head. Anything, it seems, than look at his friend."I'm not going to tell you who did it. It'll only exacerbate things. You know who you are and I hope it haunts you years from now, although it probably won't. I will tell you one thing though. I am gay."I watch the weird, rippling reaction to my announcement and realise that I might have just made matters worse for myself. On the other hand, better that.