Down...down...down the music stops and she opens her eyes, breaking the kiss. She's flushed, breathing heavily. She's also barely two feet from the fl...or. I look her in the eyes, smiling, "Is that bad enough?" She doesn't laugh this time, her eyes are dark. Lust. I can smell her. I bring up, and walk arm in arm to the bar. I wave my card, "Table 7. Charge it to my room, please." It's a short walk to the elevator. The doors close, and she kisses me. Seven stories of kissing. In my room, the. She gasps as she feels my lips touch hers my tongue tracing her lips. She wanted that moment to last forever.My hands moving up her thighs as I press her against the wall. The hard cold wall against her back, my warm body pressing against her and my hands moving over her body. She tilts her head up letting my lips caress her neck, her hands holding my head. Softly moaning " oooohhhh..mmmmm," She feels my kisses trail down her neck, my hands fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Her hands glide. Taking advantage i slide my hand in her dress n squeezed her milk tanks. I swear guys they wer nthng soft than a cotton ball. n big like a musk melon.... hehehei felt wetness in my hand n i saw dat d hand which ws supportinh her head had got wet with her blood.i called uncle n v both took her home n i called d docter.The docter said she got u*********s cz of weakness.Uncle had important meeting that day in Banglore so he left but he requested me to tak care of her n i ws damn happy frm within. She became tiny Piglet to my huge Pooh. She was the kind of friend who never cut anybody any slack, but was never mean about it. She took my teasing like a trooper, and somehow, I knew how far to push, never once going too far, either. She was my harshest critic while being my staunchest defender. She held my hand, huge compared to hers, while I cried after a girl broke my heart. I beat the snot out of a boy for breaking hers, then stood and took a pounding from her for doing it. We told each.