Looks like a movie star. All the girls are after him all the time. Rubbing against him every chance they get. Then he reaches out to feel their pus...y and hear them squeal. He has not settled on any one of them, he just flirts with all of them. That afternoon in class, the math teacher walks up to his desk, and leans up against his desk, touching his shoulder in the process. He looks up at her with a grin, reaches down and feels her leg with his hand, she doesn’t move. His dick starts. Adults do it too, although there it's about the rich and everybody else. The thing is, a few bad apples does ruin the bunch when they literally taste like shit. More of the cheerleaders could be classified as bitches, but loser males, like me, want them and can't have them. It causes a bias, so fucking sue every horny teenage guy who never got his hands under a cheer skirt.)The first night in my cabin, I had to consider the possibility that the Retreat coordinators were phoning it in as badly. " "Try me," I offered. "Well, it's kind of embarrassing," she laughed. She looked at my face for any hint I might judge her then continued. "It's just... been a while." "Oh," I said. "That's not embarrassing. It's totally understandable. I have some really nice single guy friends if you want, Aidan-" "Casey, no." she smiled tightly. "Oh, Ok..." I frowned. "I didn't mean to force anything on you sorry," I muttered. "Please don't feel bad," she begged. "Casey... hun. I like women." "Ok," I. His name is Madhan. He moved to our process and is a talkative person. He is a hard worker and dedicated to work.If he doesn’t have any work, then he tries to impress the girls around him. He is good at impressing girls for sex. He interacts with me on office work. One fine day, I wore a saree to the office. It’s an expensive saree, and to be honest, I was looking pretty in the saree.Madhan saw me and said, “Damm! Vasu, you are looking hot and sexy in a saree!” I felt shy, and my face was red.