કેમ કે તે લુંડ નો ટોપો ખુલ્લો હતો એમાં સવાર થઇ ગઈ મનેતોખબર...��નાપડી,અમે ત્રણે જણા સવારે ઉઠીને નાહ્યા એકજ બાથરૂમ માં ને પછી સાથે નાસ્તો કર્યો,ને પછી પાછા પલગ પર જતા રહ્યા કે કે આજે અમિત ને અને સમીર ને મારી સાથે ખુબજ સેક્સ કરવું હતું હું પણ તેયાર હતી,તો મેં સમીર ને પ્રાથમિકતા આપી કેમકે તે મારા માટે નવો હતો ,એકદમ નવો ટચ ,ને બંને જણા મને વાર ફરથી મારી ચૂત ને ગાંડ લેતા હતા એમાં સમીર નો લોડો અલગ પ્રેકાર નો હતો,જીતું અને અમિત ના લોડા નો ટોપો એકદમ ટાઈટ થયા પછી બહાર આવતો હતો ને સમીર નો તો બહારજ રહેતો હતો. She would always talk to me and sit very near to me. I respected her as my aunt but she would wear sarees very carelessly you could see her cleavage very clearly. I gradually felt attracted. During night times she would wear nighties and tie them at her waist that would show her legs but they were covered with hair but were sexy none the less. I used to fantasize her always. She used to sleep in the afternoon but was a very light sleeper. The slightest sound would wake her up. While sleeping. ‘Because you shouldn’t throw yourself away on a guy like that. Because you belong with, well, with me, not with him! Because I want to be with you.’ By the end of the speech, Stephen’s voice was emphatic but shaky, and his eyes were locked on the floor. Disbelief shot through me, followed by confusion and panic in quick succession. This was what I wanted. This couldn’t be real. I had to be misunderstanding. Stephen wasn’t into girls like me. Shaking, I finally opened my mouth, daring to look. We decided that the office dinner was less interesting and decided to step out and have a smoke. We both smoke very rarely, but being a little high on wine just made it fun.She took out her last cigarette and smoked it up. We were in a dim lit corner of the road outside our pub, her back against its wall. we shared the smoke and while talking I used to go near to her ear and talk , since the music was quite loud. That was the start of the intimacy . Occasional touches, chilly Bangalore night, a.