As I worked on his cock, he unbuttoned and removed his shirt, exposing his bare chest.Even though I was kneeling before him he stepped out of his shoe... and pushed and wiggled his pants so that they fell to the floor. He deftly stepped from them and was fully nude except for his socks. I was at full stride now, moving my head, licking and sucking his cock, he reached out and ran his hands though my silky, jet-black hair until he once again held my head.As my head moved, he began to push and pull. He replied I had a look of rapture on my face I blushed of course I couldn’t tell him why so I told him it was just a romance novel. From then on we just made small talk I don’t know why he was bothering with me, we talked about work but never said what our jobs were he was wearing casual jeans and a white shirt so I guessed maybe a bar tender. I looked at the clock and realised I had fifteen minutes to get back to my work so I excused myself and went to leave he stood up with me, we left. "I think I remember that! Nice to see you again!" I shrugged and turned to leave."I know where you live," Camille called after me. "Would you like a ride home?"Camille's two friends were looking daggers at her. She didn't know it, but they were also madly in love with me, and were just a bit miffed at Camille having some sort of inside track with me."You have a car?" I asked."Wendy does," Camille admitted. Wendy brightened up at this, finding herself rising in stature more."You mind taking me. He is a very glamorous boy with fair skin. (Basically I am dusky). I enjoyed his company not only in an ordinary way but also in a sexually way. I showed my boobs to him many times without knowing to Deepa, but I don’t know whether he see it or not. I looked at him with sexy thoughts and used to peep into his internal beauty of his body. But I was very vigilant to hide my bad thoughts from him and my friend. Ok, let’s come to the story. One day I went to Deepa’s house to go out for shopping.