The heroine of this story is my classmates in UG; saying about her she is 5.2ft with white complexion and not to fleshy (I love lean gals more). Telli...g about me; I’m normal looking guy with lot of humor sense and bit bulky with 6.1ft height.We both are of same class with lot of small fights soon social networks broke the distance between us and I was developing deep lust inside me for her and once told her to and she said she can’t betray her future husband. But v used to chat daily and I used. Some nights I could hear big sounds. I thought it was just due to girl problems, so I stayed away. She was hesitant to come for evening walks. I then forcefully took her out that day.She told me that my brother has been distant with her. She doesn’t know why. Even after he comes home, he rarely talks. I told its okay. It might be related to some work. I consoled her as much as I could. She leaned on to my chest and cried. Then one Sunday, I came home after visiting my friends.I went to Anusha.. She had recently bought a black and purple basque, which she had put on along with some dark tights and her black boots. She had also bought a button up the front skirt. (Easy access, she said). She put on a black silky blouse, which didn't button up the front, but she imagined that it could easily be ripped. And make up. Lots of it. A car had been arranged to pick her up at ten thirty and it duly arrived on time. She left the house and was driven up to a small wood just past the acorn turn. It was followed by a wetness between her legs. Then her nipples became rock hard. Where did she see that before? Then the night's events started to replay themselves in her mind in expressive detail in movie format. It all came back to her in an instant. She also remembered what had happened eight months ago. It was all so wrong, but so incredibly thrilling.Eight months ago, the conversation had taken a turn to the sexy."Hey, I know this cool bar down the street. Let's take this party there,".