The week was smooth. I didn’t speak to Yukta after the results, nor did she. I was like okay, as bets are never meant to be given in college life. B...t it didn’t happen that way. One Saturday, Yukta called me after Lab. “Hey Sam,” Yukta said.“Kiddo! How are you doing?” I asked with a sarcastic smile.“Hmmm. So, you remember?”“About what?”“The bet? Kuch yaad hai?”“Oh come on, baby? Which fucker on earth would forget your lips Yukta?” I told myself. “Yes, yes. I remember! You really wanna do. She did have a point, but apart from not wanting to uninvite Sheri, I found myself increasingly liking her company. Aggravating the problem, Sheri and I had known each other for so long that conversations could often stray into topics particular to our shared history, tending to leave Chelsea out. Aside from the jealousy, Chelsea and I were having other problems too. I once read somewhere that if you want to see how compatible you are with someone, try traveling with them. It compresses. Slow, sweet, and incredible. But without warning he stopped and got out of the pool, walking inside and out of sight. I went in the house, towel in hand, and found him in his kitchen... I remember his words to this day, “you need to eat, you've drank a lot”, I would have agreed normally but not so much right now. So we had some food, snacks really but it proved his point, our heads (no pun intended) were now less occupied by alcohol... This is when its gets fun...Joe walked me down the hall. I went on caressing her boobs which forced her to moan heavily. Seeing her excitement i put my hands inside her bra which held the boobs very tightly. I started crushing her nipples with my thumb and index. I was unable to cup her boobs in her bra as that was very tightly holding the boobs.Then i moved my hand to her back inside her dress and unhooked her bra and moved my hand forward to squeeze her boobs which are then free and gave me more excitement. Then i was able to hold her boobs more.