She laughed. Dhire se mene usse seat se utara. Me bhi niche utra. Mene usse dogi bnaya and uska dress upar kiya. Uski gand dikh rhi thi. Mene apni ung...i uski gand se chut tak and chut se gand tak rub ki. Thoda rub karne ke baad mene apna jeans niche kiya and me thoda uske upar aaya and uske upar jhuk gya. Apna lund uske chut pe rub kiya thoda and fir hole pe place kar ke dhire dhire andar dalne lga. Pta nhi uski chut tight thi ya mera lund mota tha, par thoda mehnat karna pda. Dhire dhire. We moaned, we imagined and we cummed together just over a call. (It is one of the best feelings ever, friends. Try it if possible).Then came the day when we first met. We decided to go to a movie in Brookefields mall in Coimbatore. It was our first meet and I have never ever kissed or touched a girl before. We met in the Gandhipuram bus stand and then took an auto to the mall.While we were in the auto, she pulled my hands around her and sat very close to me. I was feeling very shy and reminded. I barely had to work for it, it certainly didn't make me feel like I earned anything.I moved to a dorm in my college, didn't even need to, campus is a short bus ride from where I live with my parents but I needed to feel independent. Anything at all really to make me feel less like a child.Sitting at the tiny desk in my tiny room, all these thoughts washed over me, as they have nearly every night since I moved in. And with them, an odd sense of calm. Like this room knew what I was feeling and. "Oh Mom, do I gotta?" You know how much fun we have, please do it for me one more time, andI'll let you help me make a fudge cake and you can lick out thebeaters."That was incentive enough for me. Both of my brothers were still atschool, my Dad was at work, so Mom and I were alone in the big oldhouse, as usual. She gave me a big hug when I joined her in my bedroom,where my usual outfit was laid out on my bed: a frilly white blouse,pleated skirt and tights. First Mom made me take off all my.