The combination of the new cheerleader scent and the thought of inhaling pretty Miss Pringle’s aroma at the same time was all he needed to push him ...nto a most satisfying ejaculation of sperm with a newfound trembling tingle that convinced him he had finally met his soul-mate of sweet-smelling desire.He knew Miss Pringle’s given name was Patricia, but he considered that far too boring for his tongue and decided that he would call her “Trish” because it sounded so much more sensuous, all things. One lucky glass of Bordeaux had actually managed to land perfectly upright and was largely undamaged, a single white crack running from its gold-rimmed lip all the way down to its base. I thought I could just barely see tiny droplets of wine making their way through the fissure. In addition, one of the women in the area had somehow managed to lose her shoe: a complicated, organic-looking affair that looked like it might been grown in some kind of unnatural garden where straps were extruded from. Mehmet leaned forward and grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into him for a kiss. I straightened up and went over to the door and closed the blinds. "Lilly Rose, what are you doing?" Mehmet asked. His eyes were captivated by me swaying my sexy body in front of him sexily. Mehmet felt arousal in his groin as his dick began hardening in his black jeans. Arousal grew more and more so that he grimaced in the uncomfortableness he was experiencing in his pants as I unzipped my dress and it fell to. This is Kartik,19 and the angel of the story is Kriti,19 (3 months younger than me). The sex story begins when I was in class 12. I was in engineering batch and she was in commerce batch. We have only two subjects common ie- maths and computer.So, in the entire college hour, I only get 45 min + 45 min to stare at her and then 1 hr 30 min during our maths tutorial class (weekly twice). We rarely talk. One year passed. She sat behind me for which I hardly stare at her. One fine day, I heard her.