Maybe it's in our genes."Bob smiled inwardly. Mal was definitely Lucy's daughter. They looked alike and thought alike, too."She said the same thing, b...t we decided that wasn't the case," he said, gently."So what does this mean?" asked Randy, ever practical."It means that she understands how the two of you can feel attracted to each other. And how Sam and I can feel attracted, too." What I meant was what's going to happen?" The boy frowned."You mean if we get married." Yeah. That too." It means. It remembered me of myself in college days. Our connections grew stronger as we kept talking and she was holding my arm while we were talking and she leaned over me a couple of times to see out of the window.As time passed by our conversations muted a little and we became silent, while she was lost in some thoughts still holding my arm and leaning over me. While I was peaceful and happy to have met her.The cold winds and silence were doing its magic, our eyes kept meeting and we both were. Her Name was Rupa.Rupa had a habit of drying her clothes on the balcony wall and because of the wind it used to fall off of the cliff below, & she used to request me off getting the clothes by getting on to the cliff. Every time I climb back, she used to stretch her soft, smooth hands to help me climb back and a sort of current flow in me resulting in a Hard on and masturbating thinking of her,So coming to the main part, it began 3 months after they became our neighbors. It was Sunday morning. We couldn't do everything we wanted to do there. We had to end it and plan on meeting again. The anticipation of our next meeting kept me in wet panties around the clock. I wanted him. All of him. Very soon.Now to what the story is really about: our first time. We met in a remote location. Close to the lake during the summer. It was a hot, humid Kentucky night. Our emails had escalated to texting a bit. Our friendship had started. I wasn't worried about being alone with him anymore. He had.