The next night she did come see me, I could tell she was extremely nervous, she sat far away in the hotel room while we chatted and got to know eachot...er a bit.I asked if she wanted to touch hands, which would make me the first man ever to touch her. She was reluctant, but I made my way to the sofa she sat in and just sat next to her. we talked a bit more until I put my hand out for her to touch.She put her hand on mine and we let them just rest together.I put my other arm around her and. . her smell. It practically made me dizzy. It didn’t smell like perfume, it didn’t even smell like anything conventionally ‘good’ like flowers or shampoo or something ... I swear I was just smelling her pheromones. Something about her smell made me want to reach forward and just ... devour her. I just wanted to reach forward and touch her.“I’m sorry that I called you here, I hope you can understand,” she began, smiling sympathetically at me. She gestured towards a chair. “You can go ahead and. She had jumped out of the shower and spent a bunch of time combing out her ultra-long dishwater blond hair. Her hair hung to just above the backs of her knees. I used to call Kelly a ‘twerp’. She’s only 5’2” and weighs about a buck-twenty, with half of it boobs and the other half hair.She slipped on a white T-shirt top. It was tight but not see through. It had capped sleeves and left her midriff exposed. On the bottoms, she tugged on a pair of tight and short orange nylon shorts. WIth. We were to leave Friday morning and return Sunday evening. Next big thing was convincing my parents so I had to call 4 of my school friends to tell my parents I was going with them and things were set. Nakul planned to drive in his Pajero and I thought that as a great idea. It was about 7-8 hours of drive. We stopped on the drive way at places to eat or take a drink and relax. I took on the driving after short intervals. Nakul, himself was the one to teach me how to drive. I would tickle his.