So actually she was having a trouble in DBMS (Sorry, I forgot to tell you I’m a topper – my cgpa was 9.65).I asked her to come to my home. She hes...tated but was finally convinced. The day I was waiting for had finally arrived. I barely slept that night. I was just lost in my imaginative world. She came to my house. I introduced her to my family. Then we both went into my bedroom and locked ourselves up. I intentionally tried to touch her boobs (In such a way that she felt it unintentionally. Why did I want to?My eyes flickered to the corner, where a pile of old clothes had fallen forgotten behind the hanging things. The fuzzy, soft pink sweater was in my hand in a flash and before I knew what I was doing, I was holding it up to my chest and the skirt to my waist and I knew I had to do it. I had to do it all the way.I threw the sweater and skirt out of the closet towards her bed and got on my knees. Her heels were spread all over. But I found the ones I wanted, the black pumps with. That was another reason she’d hurried back to her room. It wasn’t just the chance being presented to her—the brunette’s oily hands had felt good on her skin. A little too good. And when she’d felt her tits… Up close, the resemblance to Marilyn Monroe had been even more uncanny. The strawberry-blonde looked exactly how the iconic film star had in all those sixties movies she’d watched. It was kind of surreal. Exciting, too. Marilyn Monroe had actually come onto her… Removing her bikini, Ella. Her hair was freshly washed, her face scrubbed, and she smelled absolutely yummy. "You look good enough to eat," she said, brushing past me."Is that an observation or a promise?"She smiled her own version of the girl-power, sneaky smile. "I'd say it was the inevitable result of our kiss, earlier," and then she kissed me.It was over an hour later, and we still hadn't graduated beyond amazing oral sex. Sherrie let me discover every single erogenous zone she possessed, including several she had no.