So there eyes caress you with envy, lust, hate as you walk past the check-in desk, past the wanna-bes, the bible thumpers, the fucking unhappy couples... past the ppl who just can't be fucking true to themselves, to stop infront of the elevator. You find yourself smiling at yourself in the reflection of the door, humming happily. Ppl wondering why she made their heads turn, why can't they look away, she's AVERAGE. But everytime they keep secretly glancing at you the average falls away, before. ‘Do you know what happened after we got home that week?’ Jason shook his head. ‘When we got home, Dad announced that he realized he had a drinking problem and was going into a program to get sober,’ Brenda said. ‘He said he needed all our support, especially Mom’s, if it was going to work. You know how Mom is – she already felt a little responsible for his drinking – so his saying he needed her help really hooked her, even though I think she came home that week ready to divorce him.’ ‘She…she. She asked, “like to see me?” I said, “yes if you don’t have problem”. She smiled back and moved her hand right near to my crotch where the heat was growing every second, then i made my hands to stay on her arms firmly, she came nearer to me, and she bought her face near to me i kissed her on her pouting red lips, we kissed for few minutes, then our mouth gave gap to surf and feel the inner depth while my hand was playing in its full freedom on her entire back and kneading her boobs and her. I bunked my college. I went to her house at around 10 in the morning and knocked on the door.And there she was in a white t-shirt and hot denim shorts. I said, “Hi Jaanu,” and she welcomed me with a naughty smile. As soon as I entered she locked the door and asked me to sit.I asked her for a glass of water. (some to drink and some to pour on her t-shirt) So she said, “Bhaitho, abhi laati hoon.” I drank some and poured on her t-shirt. But to my surprise, she was not wearing a bra and her nipples.