Around sunday raat ko hum charo (mei,garima, yash and anjali) drive pe gaya. Ab mei garima ka sath flirting karna shuru kar diya. Jab bhi moka milta u...ske sath bate karta uski pasand ki. Uska kafi acha dost ban chuka tha mei. Ab hamari baatien dheeri dheeri ganfi hoani lagi. Hum dono ek dusara ko fantasy batane lage ki kaise mujhe kissike ladki ko train yaa bus mei chodana hai( next story mei bataunga) aur fhir usko apni randi banake jab marzi chahe chodana hai.Vo- mujhe submissive hoana hai.. “How about tomorrow I cook? I can leave a plate outside your door.” “I would love that.” Molly cleaned up her dishes and tucked the empty wine bottle under her arm. She stopped in the doorway and gave him one last look. “Goodnight, Flynn.” “Goodnight, Molly.”*Having dinner together became a nightly occurrence with each of them taking turns preparing the food. It had been four days since Molly had done an audio and after last night’s conversation, she had started to suspect that Flynn could hear. I thought to myself, "How did she do that?"Just a ¼ mile up the road I notice a single head light coming up fast behind us. Ok, crotch rocket. I mentally catalog the bike from its lack of upright profile. Yes, I see the turn signal as he swings across a double yellow line and passes me on the hill like I'm sitting still (I'm doing 60). I see a CBR scream by with a guy in a Power Ranger suit, and a rather cute little girl with her ass hanging out of her Daisy Dukes and Nike tennis shoes hanging. On Friday I showered and put on clean clothes after school. I wanted to look nice for her. It took a few moments before she opened the door.“Hi, Jason, I have a surprise for you.”“Really?”“Yeah, it’s in the back, go on out.”When I stepped out, I saw what she had meant. It was a jacuzzi standing in one corner of the over-grown garden. The water was bubbling and its engine purred.“C’mon, get in,” she said from behind me.“I didn’t bring any trunks.”She walked passed me and my jaw dropped, she was.