We even went for outstation trips together but nothing transpired beyond official discussions.One evening, when our important review meeting was over,...she asked me whether I would like to go for a drive. I happily agreed. We picked up a beer bottle and we were driving on a route having lesser traffic. Soon we were on the empty roads and had our beer bottle half finished as well.I looked at her and probably, the alcohol gave me the courage. That’s how our conversation went:Rahul: Ma’am, you look. Can you go to the library?”“N… N… No,” the words stumbled out of my mouth, with a clear tone of uncertainty in my voice.“Okay… can you go anywhere but here?”“Fine!” I said after a long pause, making a long drawn out sigh to show them my feelings of contempt for their request. I started angrily packing up my books, laptop, and charger, all the while cursing at myself for not standing my ground. Justin interrupted my inner-monologue and said,“Oh, and we’re going to need more than 30 minutes this. Will we share extra blankets to keep warm? Will we count the stars from our front porch rockers? Dream older, wiser dreams, or be contented with the memories we have made? Of course I can't predict the future, but I can tell you what I do know. If we use extra blankets, I will still need to hold you close to me. If we sit in our rockers, mine will be right next to yours. And no matter how old or wise we become, I'll still want the feel of your hand in mine. I look forward to whatever the future. Her tiny tits jiggled appealingly. I applied more pressure to the engorged clit. I had to simultaneously contain my own impending orgasm. Come was already starting to seep out onto Natalie's fingers. I quickened the motion of my fingers. Her clit felt like a tiny pebble hidden just beneath a thin covering of pink flesh. I could no longer contain myself. I shoot a strong stream of come that struck Natalie against her her smooth, freckled chest and rolled down onto her petite tits, each adorned.