Still feeling cold he closed the door and told me “ninte thanupp njan ippol maatti tharaam”. He got inside my blanket and again started rubbing ea...h other. i hesitantly unbuttoned his shirt. He removed it and started unbuttoning my shirt. i also removed my shirt. Since there was no one else in the room. He started taking advantage. He rolled and came over me and started kissing on my lips. We started smooching. i couldn’t believe that i am smooching a guy, and am enjoying it. We smooched for a. In fact, it probably highlighted my sissy body. I stepped down harder to make my boobs bounce. My ass swayed and so did my flaccid cock.The night was young and the street was well lit. Passing men stared and commented in Spanish. I didn't understand but knowing the importance of machismo to these men, I doubt I was being complimented. One word I did understand, “maricón” (means sissy) was used often. And references to “carajo” (cock) and “huevos” (balls) let me know my dress concealed nothing.I. But I heard it again. And to my surprise, there was this girl standing in my doorstep at 2:00 am in the night! She was the same medical student. She was in her shorts and a pink t-shirt out of which her perfectly sized melons were struggling to come out.During dinner too, she used to wear shorts. It was difficult for anybody to not stare at her curvy ass.This girl had specs and perfectly tied hair which gave her typical medical student-wala look. Though I myself did not have many sexual. Her tight pussy devoured the head and was now grabbing more and more of my shaft. I stopped, and pulled out till just the tip was inside, wanting to spread her juice to make sure everyone was comfortable. I pushed forward again, deeper than before, the ribbed texture of her insides stroking my cock and head. It had been too long, I was overwhelmed with pleasure and I wanted to come right there and then. Get it together, I told myself. With one last triumphant push of my hips I was fully inside.