The stylist turned out to be an indian girl who was a good friend ofRajat's. Her name was Vani. She was going for the party as well. WhileVani was tri...ming Rajat's hair, I asked her what she would be wearing."Im wearing a saree, ofcourse. Arnt you?" Vani asked. "Yes, I am and sois my mother," I replied happily. "Rajat, you should wear a saree too.Then all four of us would be wearing a saree together," Vani giggled andsaid. I joined in. I could totally imagine him rocking the look. Thenthe most. I felt so at ease with him, it was enthralling. After he cleaned up our mess he settled in on the couch and beckoned me over to him. I slinked over to the living room and nestled in next to him. He stared into my eyes and pulled me in for a deep long kiss. I just melted in his embrace and felt the powerful assault his tongue was making on mine. He nibbled on my lips and explored my mouth as we made out for what seemed like five minutes straight, never disconnecting from our lip lock. He ran his. I knew the janitor was off that day and the other teachers had left for the day. I spread my stocking covered legs and pulled my panties down to my mid thighs. It felt amazing letting my cockette out from its prison. I knew it was wrong but I began to fondle myself as I thought of Lori’s sexy young body and how much she was trying to seduce me. I wondered how her fingers would feel on my body. Then I realized I could never succumb to Lori’s lesbian fantasy without exposing my secret. I. In theory, admission to grad school was still based entirely on academic achievement. But part of his interview had been to fuck three professors. It wasn't official, of course, just evening recreation. Everyone knew that if you didn't, you'd never get into grad school. From his semen they could judge his ability to master material, but just as important, they could judge his moral character and personality. Anything in a young man's past that would upset a young woman was grounds for.