“Why did you pick me for this experiment?” I asked her with a quizzical smile on my face.“Because you were the best looking hunk in the bar, an... I was very attracted to you.” She said with some relief.“Well I guess, I will go with you, but just give me a moment.” I said smiling at her.I went up to the waitress and got a piece of paper and wrote my friends a note, that said I just got picked up by a redhead, who wants me to fuck her, I just hope this is not a setup by you guys.I signed it. B took his hand and reached between C’s open legs. He cupped her pussy and C jumped with surprise. But as B continued to cup and squeeze C’s cunt gently, he felt C push back against his hand.He smiled as he rubbed his hand up and down C’s pussy. He squeezed her upper most inner thigh once on both sides of her pussy, and then went back to her cunt. He rubbed the tip of his fingers up and down C’s pussy lips. As he did it, he pushed a little and saw C’s inner lips open just a little but it. I wish now she’d take off her shirt: she has great tits, big bouncy suckers, and she's not wearing a bra and they're flopping away inside my old white tee-shirt.I guess the word is "transported." I'm like transported, or some shit like that--I'm in another world and don't give a fuck if the world ends tomorrow--that kinda thing. It's just too good. Then it's strange, because I feel words sorta climbing up my throat and like jumping out my mouth: "Take off your panties. Let's do the whole. She always wanted to get fucked after that. We used to go to the Emergency Stairs’ end to calm our heat. We used to sneak out of classes and go there. The place used to stink with the smell of bidis and cigarette. We assumed that the staffs used to come there for a fag. We used to go there, and I have hidden a blanket, after our few sessions of dry-humping and boob-sucking.But there was an unforgettable moment in our life. The magic aroma in her armpits due to fear, as the Boys-common Room was.