Once Christmas break had arrived, we texted each other nonstop. It soon had become apparent that this was the girl I was going to be with, but somehow...had always overlooked it. You would never think right away that you'd be more than just friends with your closest friend from school. When spring semester had begun, we knew where this was going to go. Our wanting for each other was so strong, there was no way to get around it. Our kisses were so passionate we knew it would ignite our fire for. .I'm bobbing around like I am on the screen.It doest take long an he forces my face deep onto his cock as he unloads down the back of my throat.Coughing and spluttering he releases me.Looks at me in disgust, stands up an pushes me away.Tells me I'm disgusting an he's going to fuck me like the disgusting whore I am.He grabs our glasses and heads down stairs.Me still on my knees dazed an confused that this is really happening but excited beyond all means.He come back up stairs with our drinks a. At that time, she didn’t get what i meant.In further couple of months i became her tutor about romance (just theory) as she didn’t knew much things. One fine day, she did propose me. I thought for a while and agreed. We were really happy.It was first outing which both of us stealthy went outside town, i was really excited and so was she. We reached place. There were few people roaming around, out of which many were couples. We were just roaming around. After some time, i tugged my hand with. The girls he dated were usually pretty, but not always, and there were often prettier girls, in my own opinion, clamoring for his attention. I asked him about it one time. We had a lot of time to talk when we traveled. He claimed that he always picked the prettiest girl to go out with. He said his standard for pretty is just a little different than other peoples'. That got me curious, so I brought up his 'standards' in later conversations. He liked pretty hair and a nice figure just fine..