Humne 1 hr baat ki phr hum chle gye.Uska rt ko msg aaya ki kl wo mere room pe aa skta hai kya?Waise mjhe wo itta pasand nhi tha but me uska dil nhi to...na chaahta tha and mjhe bht time bhi ho gya tha Chude hue toh mne uss bula lia.Me p.g. mein rehta tha. Iss br me jyada ready nhi hua. 1 black t shirt pehen lia taaki me bht jyada gora dikhu and niche se short capri daal li.Phir gate pe kisi ne knock kia woh sharad hi tha. Aaj better lag rha tha. Mne usse andar bulaya woh jeans and t shirt mein. Candy turned and began walking down the wide hall that led to the great ballroom, her heals clicking sharply on the white marble floor as she fumed inside and wondered how to deal with this new, most unwelcome, development. She saw David standing at the large wooden doors to the ballroom and smiled as he waved to her; an idea blossoming in her mind that might just salvage her plans for a life of leisure.She smiled brightly as she waved back, adding a pronounce sway to her hips as she walked. He slammed the laptop shut, thinking, 'What the fuck did I just see?' He felt like he had walked in on her, embarrassed but also ever so slightly turned on. After all, she was stunning on a normal day, never mind how she just was, in the room right next to him.She was a star soccer player, very fun to be around, and an absolute bombshell. Since she was young he had always been his pride and joy, and she knew it. He was totally wrapped around her little finger. To this day she had never had. I left my blind half open and lay down. Half an hour passed before her light flicked on and I bounded out of bed. I could see her moving around beneath the almost closed blind and then the main light went off leaving only the bed light to cast shadows across the room. I looked at the mirror. Taped to the mirror was a piece of paper. On it was a cell phone number in large enough numerals to read from this distance. I copied it down and scrambled around in the dark for my phone. She picked up on.