She lived around 20kms from my place, so I denied that I cannot come, but we can talk over phone as long as you want. She started crying again and sai... “ok, I’m going to die” and disconnected the call. I kept my phone and tried sleeping but her dying threat kept hovering on my mind. Then I called her up and just in 2 rings she picked the call and said “Pls Chirag, pls come I really need someone to talk” I said okay I’ll be there in sometime. Then, I told my family that one of my friend has met. But tonight felt different to me. In the dimmed back seat of a 2011 Toyota Camry sedan, I just felt a deep need to be closer with her.In the darkness of the back seat, my hand came to rest on her thigh, just above her naked knee. It was nothing but a gesture of closeness at the time. However, a few blocks later, my palm and fingers ever so noticeable slide barely an inch higher. I kind of expected an objection or a redirection on her part.Nothing.Every block closer to our destination, my touch. She smiled up at him, expecting more, but he kissed her one more time then got in the shower. She waited for him to come back. When he did he dressed and continued about his routine. As she got up to dress, he told her to put on her sexiest bra and panties underneath her work clothes and he’d think about her like that all day. Little sparks of excitement ran through her body. She slipped on the red lace bra that was just about see through, and the lace thong that matched it. He watched her as. You have to understand that I am the only c***d of a father who is considerably older than my mother. They met in university when she was a freshman and he was one of her professors. We can argue nature versus nurture but I suspect it was a combination. My mom was an only c***d too and her parents died in a car crash when she was my age so she had no close family. I grew up listening to my dad’s friends, who had become my mom’s friends too, and playing with their k**s who were older than me..