She'd gasped as his erection was exposed; she'd never thought that they were that big. She had just had to hold it, further amazed at its heat and the...firmness below the skin.All thoughts of his sex were soon shunted to the back of her mind when his mouth travelled her body to her naughty bits. She had on a few recent occasions, brought herself to orgasm with her fingers, but the pleasure from his tongue was overwhelming and her climax, when it arrived, was by far the greatest she'd ever. She usually wore sarees that covered her well but well-draped around her which revealed those curves of her sexy body. She was from the city of Vizag in Andhra and me being a Telugu guy from Hyderabad.She used to be a bit lenient with me when compared to her behavior with others who were Tamil and North Indian students. She had a good opinion on me as I was good at maths and that helped me get close to her with time. The whole first semester. I used to be around her for some or the other. As she followed the signs downward, she thought of the previous week at The Leather Rose when Sam approached her with what she thought was a cheap pickup line. “Are you ready to move from amateur night to the real thing?” he had said as he handed her a business card with SaM’s Place in large, bold lettering. There was no address or phone number on the card, only a bar code beneath the lettering.“This is a guest pass. I’ve written the address and password on the back. If you want to. Tricia was well aware her parents still weren't happy about it, but she had grown into a young woman and they couldn't keep her at home forever.Not that there weren't rules. Tricia always had to have her phone with her and call if she wasn't going to be home at a reasonable hour. What that really came down to was they understood, even if reluctantly, that she was now old enough to make her own decisions about sex. For Tricia, the most poignant moment came when her mother advised her to get on.