I would stare at her breasts, ass, folds on her stomach with so much lust that she would not it evidentatly. I finished my junior college, got good gr...des and joined a college for higher education. As time progressed, I started to touch her ass in a very non sexual way.It is then that I noticed that she does not wear panties. But after sometime, I started touching her in a sexual way and she would look at me but not say anything. This kind of gave me a small encouragement.One day I mustered. ”“Umm... we?” I said. “I can take it from here.”“We’ll need to carefully rub down every bit of skin as it’s exposed, if you want the bots to go with the suit. Otherwise, you’ll be itching for a while yet.”I felt strangely shy. I’d had sex several times already that day, but somehow this felt different. Perhaps it was just that Andra wasn’t throwing herself at me. Maybe it was her gentleness, which was different from the usual hard and fast pumping in the club. “I can...”“Would it make you more. Trying on several options, eventually, I decided upon a red sleeveless, strappy spandex dress with a long back zipper and criss-cross neckline.I squeezed myself into the tight fitted dress, the spandex stretching over my every curve and accentuating my slender figure. "You dirty girl," I said out loud, staring in the full-length mirror as I turned around admiring my new look. I kicked off my heels and slid on a pair of shiny red platform pumps, further adding to the slut appeal.It was almost 7. ‘A fish would never get caught if it only kept its mouth shut’. ‘To err is human. To forgive is not company policy’. However the ‘other side of the coin’ meant that this could all go very good. ‘Never let them see you sweat’. ‘Damn the torpedoes’. But of course in my soul I am as I have always been. A writer. So taking advice from the wordsmiths before me I finally settled on taking the Bard’s advice, ‘To thine own self be true’. Final closing argument came with these words, from John.