I straightened up and stepped back to close the hatch. you just stood there looking at a man you know intimately with a glint of seduction in your gaz.... I took your hand and walked with you to the driver’s door, holding out my hand for the key. You handed it to me willingly and I unlocked it. I opened it and gestured for you to get in. As you turned to sit on the seat, preparing to turn and settle behind the wheel I stopped you. My eyes too were filled with the glint of desire. I stepped closer. So it was a 2nd semester of my degree and I had a friend, with whom I was quite comfortable in talking even face to face, she was an introvert like me as well, so it was obvious that we would share I nice bond. Very less of my friends knew about her or you can say no one as we avoided meeting in college times or when people are around as she wasn’t from my class but I won’t be mentioning any department or year as if my friends read this story I’ll get busted.About her, she was a cute innocent. Baat thi ek busy Friday ki hum lunch pe cafeteria mein mile, Nisha ne kaha “aaj mein half day le kar jaldi gharJane wali hun knyuki usake chote bhai se related kuch kam hai mene kaha “all right, rat mein call karana par sham ko jab mein work pe hi tha, muje call aaya, wo call Nisha ka tha, meine pucha “kuch problem hai?” Nisha ne kaha “nahi problem ki baat nahi, ek kam karo na mere mera mobile meri desk ki lamari mein hi rah gaya hai mene phone pe baat karke andar almari mein hi rakh diya. . ?Fantasies of the coach slipping in and doing things with me beneath the shower spray burned through my mind as I finished washing. It was so hard to pull my panties up and over my girl-dick. I really, really wished I had masturbated.If coach Clarkson had caught me... I was turning into such a pervert.I headed to meet up with Pita and go home with her. I passed more students telling me, “You’re so brave!” like I had any control with coming down with Futanari Syndrome. It was just a strange.