Danny was a recurring though. Scott. Scott and Emily. Maddie and Brad. The girls. The guys. Houston, Texas. Des Moines, Idaho. Gossip Girl, a book by ...Cecile Van Zeegar about the fabulous and fabulously screwed up lives of Upper East Side WASPy teenagers.I eventually fell asleep thinking about ice cubes.I woke up almost two days later.Danny was slouched into a chair in the corner, his head leaning back against the chair, his hair tousled. His clothes were rumpled, and he was breathing deeply. I pull her all the way off, a nasty string of spit still connecting us, my cock completely soaked in her drool.Her eyes still have the same confused look she had when I stopped time. Her mouth stretch open in an ‘O’ shape. I kiss her lovingly on the forehead, “Sorry Miss B. Had to do it.”I stand and push her back in her seat again. I grab a handful of her hair and use it to wipe all her spit off my dick, “Oops, oh that’s pretty gross isn’t it. Yikes.” Um, shit I hope this isn’t too much for. I searched for a room and got one in the evening. Sunday I shifted to the new room and on Monday I joined the office. Bangalore was pretty cool and I loved the city. It was nearly two months since I joined and life was going normal without any spice. I was missing many things here and sex topped in the missing list. It was nearly 8 months without sex. My hand was the only sex partner I had for 8 months. So, I decided to find a partner for sex.I was a bit hesitant and shy to approach girls. Not thinking it’d be possible, he becomes even harder. He sits up, putting me on my back. With one hard thrust, he’s enveloped my tight, dripping wet cunt. Each thrust expertly maneuvered, I feel the beginnings of orgasm. As I reach my full climax, one last, deep thrust and he lets out a groan that can only mean he’s just came too. He collapses on top of me as we both sigh with sexual satisfaction. Climbing out from under him, I cross to the dresser, smiling. I know this is one morning to not.