My hand falls from your waist to your thigh, as the persistent kissing of you neck relentlessly continues my hand slides back up to your waist from y...ur thigh gathering dress fabric on it’s journey of feeling the soft skin or a male is a fine pleasure to be savored slowly like a fine whiskey, the softness of the skin gives way to a few elastic bumps my heart skips a beat, the blood in my veins feels as it is pumping faster and hotter, the smell of your perfume, making me feel giddy with primal. " Sort of?" Sajel asked me. "If it's only 'sort of, ' then we need to go and have more talks." No, it's not... I dunno. Sometimes when I look at you, if something reminds me of the way you looked that night—maybe the way your eyes look, or the way you're standing—I remember, and sometimes I wish I could go back to that night." There's nothing wrong with that," Sajel said."Uh-huh," I said."No, look." She leaned forward, her eyes clear, and suddenly I realized she was being serious. "Yeah, bad. She loved the Beatles but thought they came from London. By a glorious coincidence Strawberry Fields shortly afterwards played on the plane’s sound system, which she had on and I didn’t. She held one speaker to my ear for the entire track. I have had blow jobs that excited me much less than this did. We talked some more both apologising repeatedly for our linguistic limitations, though my apologies were the more merited as I was on a flight that started and finished in a country that spoke her. She was always there to help me. Time passed and I became her favorite student. We used to talk on phone long time and chat till late night. We became very close to each other, as we enjoyed each other's company. We used to talk about our routine activities and all the things around the world. One day by mistake, I sent her a naughty sms. I immediately sent her a sms for apology. She didn't reply for few hours. After some time she replied, " Sorry, i was busy with some college work. It's okay..