" You too, mom," Nicole replies. "Have fun listening to people singing in Italian."Mrs. Benning makes a face at Nicole before disappearing in the hall...ay, but it's an affectionate grimace."You're an artsy type," I say. "I would have figured you're actually into people singing in Italian." I love opera," Nicole says with conviction. "And theater. And musicals. Anything that involves people dancing, or singing, or acting, or everything put together." She smiles as she watches her father giving us. As the class filled in there were only a few tables left with individuals. That was when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head to see a cute looking Asian girl. She was just a bit shorter than me, with black hair and dark brown eyes. She was very tan. But what caught my eye almost immediately after was her body. She was wearing a tight white shirt that appeared to be barely holding on. She was closer to the chubby side, though I would probably say it was more due to her breasts. To say. She was wearing a white cotton saree with crimson flower patterns, and a crimson blouse. She was wearing light gold jewellery, in addition to her mangalsutra on a gold chain around her neck. Her saree was worn slightly low hip so that it just hid her navel. She looked like an angel and knowing that soon she would be fucking like a slut aroused me, but I controlled myself. She had put on a mild perfume and slight makeup. I gently kissed her on her lips and left it at that.We had a simple. You’re both old enough…and it’s not as if she wasn’t enjoying it too.”There was a longer silence. And to my surprise I could hear that whap, whap, whap noise again…“Jesus, Matt, are you wanking again?”This time he didn’t stop.“Thinking about you watching us…it’s kind of hot. What did you do?”“Christ almighty…I just put my hand inside my bikini and rubbed myself. You do know what girls do, don’t you?” I probably sounded a bit cross, but I wasn’t - just a bit surprised at the way the conversation.