Finally, after many attempts, my turn came and I chose dare. So someone dared me to kiss all the girls and I gladly did it. We played for hours and ho...rs and other guys started leaving and it was down to just me. Diya and Diya’s sister (Sakshi) and Sakshi’s boyfriend. Sakshi and her boyfriend started going wild. It was their only chance to have a good time with privacy.And I and Diya were left alone. So I decided to talk to her. We started talking and our topic shifted to relationships and. The fact that I was in love with one of them and the other was a good and trusted (and sexy!) friend was a factor, certainly, so I was able to relax and revel in the sensations, and when I came it was so powerful that my knees almost buckled.“God, you guys, fuck! I’m coming… Ohhhh god!” And then I did, my hips confused between thrusting back to Seth’s fingers inside me or grinding my clit forward on Richard’s. It didn’t matter; I came like gangbusters! In the middle of it, Seth pulled his. Par kisi tarah maine control kar ke baitha raha. Kyoonki vo teacher thi aur main unka student aur mujhe unki feelings ke baare bhi nahin pata tha. Agar naaraaz ho jaati to fail bhi kar sakti thi.Thodi der baad vo coffee lekar aai aur mere paas aakar baith gayi, hum ne thodi idhar udhar baat karni start ki aur phir usane mujhe kaha ki chalo books nikaalo. Ab hum padhai start karte hai to maine books nikaali aur padhai start ki. Jab vo mujhe padha rahi thi to mein unke boobs ka ubhaar dekh raha. That's part of the problem right there. I didn't care.Shit. Jenny must be right. I am a closed book. So if that's the problem, the obvious solution is let myself open up. To get beyond the simple expedient of being 'the boyfriend' and allowing them to see the real me, which is terrifying to contemplate.Why was that such a scary thought? Fear of rejection? Well, I should be used to that by now. Except, I always took comfort in the idea that they weren't really rejecting me, because they didn't.