To ab main apni story start karta hu, yeh story hai kuch 1 saal pehle ki jab hum pehli bar mile hm relative ki shaadi ma mile vo mere jiju ki side se ...hi to bs aise hee hmari hii hello huyi phr usne usi shaam ko mere jiju k phn se mujhe phn kr diya to hmari apas ma jankari bdi phr usne mujhe pucha kikya meri koi gf h to mene sch bta diya ki nahi h to usne pucha kyu nahi h to mene kaha mera abhi breakup huya h aur ab mera kisi pe trust nahi hota to mene us se pucha ki kya tumhara koi bf to usne. “Please come. You will not regret it.” As tempted as I was, “I am with my friends. What will I tell them? We all plan to leave together. Some other time maybe.”It was nearly 5 pm. Now that we had started to leave the campus, we had spent the afternoon just chilling. His video was running through my mind and was driving me crazy. As we exited the campus, we decided we would go home, freshen up and meet again at a common friend’s place by 9.Everyone started booking their uber for different. Maria had her side to me and had her arms folded across her chest.“Stop being silly. Mike would love seeing your lovely tits,” Regina said and pushed her off her chair.Maria rose. She had her bosom covered with her arms.“Go oil Mike or you will punished like I warned you,” Regina pointed toward me and held the oil to her.Maria took the oil in her hand and with one arm across her nipples came over to me.Covering herself she squirted oil on my leg with her free hand.“Maria! Do it right!” Regina. Not that Fink had really cared. Let the guy have his nerdy orgasm with the slut. She was supposed to be a cabbage in the end, anyway. So if it all went wrong, he could always get the old mindfucker-chair and finish her off himself.He reached the beauty salon.Behind the pink door was a chaos of squealing girlie voices. The tableau vivant he saw after opening the door was uplifting, mentally as well as physically (as his tightening pants let him know).In the beauty chair sat a teenager's gushing.