Rahul was good at mathematics and he was helping me with the subject. It wasn’t a regular tuition or anything, I would go to his home weekly to clea... my doubt.Neither I nor my friends ever had a relationship. But things kind of changed. We started talking about boys, my friends got into relationship. A few guys even asked me but none was good and I wasn’t going to be in a relationship just because my friends are. We were quite naive and hence probably I never felt physically attracted towards. I was happy to do so.I stood up and turned around.I felt him with both hands take hold of my ass and start to massage.he said in a breathy voice"That is a nice smooth ass" and gave a quick smack.I gave a small laugh and replied "Mhmm its all yours,..what you wanna do to it?" he said "Hmmm" and took a hold of the sides of my panties and pulled them down to my ankles.I kicked them off on the floor and turned to face him. My small hard dicklette was pointing out at him.He reaches out and softly. It was the biggest and her parents didn’t mind. We had all been pretty close over the years, playing sports together, taking classes together and just hanging out. I got to Karen’s about eight, most of the other girls were already there. We gathered in the basement where they had a fireplace and big screen TV. Karen had folded out the sofa bed and there were a number of air mattresses on the floor for us to sl**p on (not that we expected to get much sl**p). A number of the girls had brought. I rode in back with Agnes and Aaron using the backseat of Mister Stover’s big pickup. I had my arm around Agnes. We didn’t make out.Small town high school football games in the south are fun even if you don’t know anything about the teams. The communities get into the spirit of the competition. Everyone who is local knows everyone else. You easily can get included. Since I was with the Stover family, I was “adopted” into the community. Agnes took me around to meet people. She held on to my arm.
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