‘But I looked! For hours I walked towards it, but then it just disappeared. If there *had* been a pot of gold there I would have found it!!’ Gisel...e simply blinked at her new friend’s enthusiasm. Randolph… she believe he’d said his name was Randolph, was barely two months older than she was and they’d spent the better part of the last twenty minutes trying to prove to one another whether or not pots of gold really resided at the ends of rainbows. ‘Giselle, come with me now.’ Tristan spoke. Your slow grinds swelling the place I always ache for you. My hand rubs you faster through the soft and thin material covering your sex, your slickness already beginning to seep through. Your moves are a controlled slow dance that is almost too much to take, driving me to have more of you, my hand slipping beneath your panties. I want to tease you with one of the slow dances I know. In that first moment of contact, it's like there's a burning heartbeat between your legs, each pulse thrumming. I was excited to meet her as a friend since I found her interesting during the chat. I met with her at 4 pm at Vaishali metro. She was a girl of 5’2 in height, wheatish complexion, round big eyes, small pink lips with a smile and she wore a white top with red coloured Plazo. We said hello and went to Starbucks. I ordered for coffee.Over coffee, we discussed about our personal life, family, friends and all. There I came to know that she was in a relationship for 6 months around one year back at. . and a non sufferer of the maladies of some teenagers ... cramps ... spotting ... irregularity ... and promiscuity. She had ... over the years ... plenty of opportunity for adventure and excitement ... and her curiosity tended towards bigger things. She was friends with a flying saucer named Company and that had kept her busy. Sex? Maybe later. She was having too much fun to worry about it.Fun didn’t include boys ... messy, smelly things. She had older brothers ... she knew what boys were.