She slipped into the sleeping bag with me. The first touch of that white thigh against my leg was electric. I went rigid with pleasure from that touch... alone. God, what was wrong with me, it hadn't been that long since my last time with a woman, had it? I counted the months on mental fingers and the months turned into years which turned into the firm conclusion that yes, it had been that long since my last time.She slithered against me while her hands played out patterns on my chest and. ."Good bitch… I have seen around the neighborhood, teasing every man as a real whore… Now I am going to ruin all your slutty holes”.Now his intentions were fully displayed. He had come to use me.I twisted around on the bed, hoping that I could loosen the ties that bound me, but my action only pulled those knots tighter.He laughed, saying he loved watching me squirm…Then I felt one of his hands running up the back of my toned legs.My soft skin jumped under his fingers. I kicked my legs, but. “Well, let’s just say I am no longer single. And if you want to talk about it over lunch, grab me two hot dogs and fries from the fast food line and meet me under our tree.” That was a tree we often sat under during lunch, but normally I was the one grabbing lunch.“Deal, give me your meal card and I’ll meet you there.”I pulled it out of my wallet and handed it to her, then went back to work. At lunch time I headed directly there, and Frannie joined me about 15 minutes later.“OK dude, spill. So. Jeet and I have been friends for a few years now. We worked together in an IT company. Later we switched companies and cities and went our ways.It was a stroke of luck that I met Jeet again in Bangalore after 5 years. Jeet was a married man now. I had managed to stay a bachelor all these years; though I had a few relationships, but none had materialized in marriage. After a casual chat and enquiring about each other’s families, we decided to keep in touch and parted ways.Later that weekend, I.