. Mai thoda dar he gaya.. But abhi mai pure josh me aa gaya tha..Maine apne haato se usse aise sedure kiya, ussk pure sharir pe dheere dheere halky-ha...k sparsh karte hue puri body ko explore kiya…Shayad ab uski nind khul gaye thi aur wo dheere dheere moan karne lagi… Aaahhhhh ahhhh…..Aur fast breath karne lagi..Usk muh se ye sunte he meri himmat aur badh gae…Mai usk boobs ko gown k upar se apne mouth se bite karne laga…Usk nipples bahot he kadak ho gaye the…Mere saliva se uska gown pura geela. Whoever stole it had edited some of the racier stories so they appeared to be diary entries. One day she was a popular cheerleader, who all the boys wanted to date and all the girls envied. Then the faux diaries got posted all over social media sites. Now she was an outcast. No parent would let their daughter be friends with her, never mind dating; although that didn't stop some of the boys from trying to get in her pants, it encouraged them to sexually harass her. The only support she got was. But then what about the word Bombaclot?’ ‘Nooooo!’ she laughed again. ‘Don’t say that word either. Lord have mercy, I can’t take you home to my mother.’ ‘So you want to take me home to your mother already?’ he joked. ‘My aren’t we being forward.’ ‘Sigh… I didn’t mean it like that, at least not yet…oh, well this is my stop. I’ll see you at work tomorrow?’ Neesha asked genuinely hopeful. ‘Here’s hoping your computer crashes again. I guess I should start heading home too…’ ‘What do you mean,’ she. She’s looking at where we sat last time, but the table is taken by a couple of businessmen, so she searches the room and finds my gaze. I see her shoulders relax a little as she changes direction and heads towards me.I don’t take my eyes off her, wearing a beautiful green and gold dress, her hair flowing over her shoulders, and the same red lipstick as last time. Her bright white teeth show as she smiles widely, I stand up from the seat and we embrace. She smells as inviting as I remember. Some.