“Testing me.” she simply said, and raised back up.“At least I got to fuck you this time.” I teased, a smile crossing over my face.“I fucked ...ou, remember?” she argued, placing her fists on her hips.I struggle to get up and used the cot to help. After getting on my feet, I used the top bunk to lean against, trying to look cool. “You blew my mind.” I confessed, feeling the ache all over.“There probably wasn’t much there to blow.” she quipped, and turned to go, “You can take that band off now.”. So talking about my tutor, he was 25 years old and the son of my mom’s friend. He was a really good-looking guy, tall and dusky with a chiseled physique, all bearded and doing his MBA. My mom is working and my dad stays out of Delhi so it often happened that whenever Aman, my teacher, came to teach me accounts, I was alone at home. He was pretty decent and generally stuck to the studies.We would take a break for 5-10 mins and discuss other general things but that was the only conversations we. She looks a little older than most, but none the less sexy with a black dress and black heels to match. I stop for a second and reassess my game plan. She hasn't noticed me yet, so I start walking towards her and sit down next to her. She looks over at me and gives me a smile, then goes back to people watching. I order a beer and look over at her. She has beautiful brown hair that curls down to her upper back. Her eyes match her hair color, but in a way that shines like a star on a warm summer. She was dressed in a fantastic long dress that showed about an inch of young pert cleavage and the hint of fabulous breasts hidden underneath. All the other friends had left but her flat was a bit of a mess with glasses, bottles, wrappers and plates scattered about so i offered to help her clean up. She insisted i have a few drinks and the cake first. We then got down to the task of cleaning up. Sheila suddenly said that she did not want to get her dress messed up. She asked me to unzip her.