I then thumbed one of my own, toying with it as she watched me. "Mine are pretty sensitive, I think I could even have an orgasm just playing with them..." I know what you mean, I can too," she told me. "Especially when they're both being sucked on."It was kind of hard passing that one up. So I looked at her. "Do tell!" Now she really did blush. And though I honestly believe she had screwed up here, she tried dodging that bullet anyway as she pushed her breasts together."They're just big enough. I went down to her navel, licked and sucked at her bellybutton, got onto her face and smooched her fully exchanging saliva. There was quite a moment when we looked at each other’s eyes with saliva dripping from our lips and me fondling her boobs! I couldn’t give them a rest as I have been attracted to them; they exactly fit in my hands which made it all the more exciting!I spent a long time on her top part while I removed my shirt, and finally brought her pajama down slowly while smooching. We started texting each other. At first, it was only forwarded jokes and stuff. Slowly we started talking to each other mainly via text messages about our lives and what we wanted from it. We got to know each other pretty well through this. The more I got to know her, the more I fell for her.Around the middle of our second year, I confessed my feelings for Rashmi to Rahul. His first reaction was – “Ye sahi hai, Imran aur Neha toh couple ban hi gaye hain (a different story for some other time),. I recognised jeans, and at least two blouses either on the floor or over the back of her desk chair. I found myself wondering what was inside the laundry basket.Matthew could see where I was looking.‘Why don’t you have a look? See what’s inside?’ he suggested. He looked amused, watching me staring around her room in fascination.Moving the lid to one side, and peering into Louise’s laundry basket, the first things I saw were several pairs of white socks, and two pairs of cotton panties; one pair.