He’s from the town near the station. My parents tolerate him as long as they don’t have to see him, you know...” she made a vague twirling movem...ent in the air with her hand, which made her breasts sway deliciously. “...canoodling her,” she finished. “Anyway, he must have left some of his things here. Saves him bringing them over each time he visits. Do you want to swim in the lake? It’s fun.”“I don’t know how to swim.” I felt stupid saying it. “Oh, I’ll teach you.”And to her credit, she tried,. She moved toward me, out of my line of sight, but I presume she sat in a chair, waiting to see what would happen next.Meanwhile, the boy rolled another joint and lit it while Susan was taking a long pull on the bottle, still in its sack. Then he handed her the joint and presumably passed the bottle to the girl. A minute later she passed it back to the boy. Susan, having been warmed by two stout drinks in our room and a long pull at whatever was in the sack, plus two or three drags on the joint. The story continues from here:Fortunately, Divya’s mom did not say anything to my aunt. So kind of her. So I escaped from getting my ass whooped.But the previous incident made a deep scar in our friendship and relationship. For a few days after that, we did not talk with each other. Although she crossed my path in college, she tried to maintain some distance from me.She never approached me, so I decided to talk to her instead. I don’t know why but I missed her kisses.It was one week after the. It was yet another one of those exercises when this story took place. It had been almost three months since I had last been able to take any leave from the Army and I was starting to get a little irritable. At first I couldn’t figure out why, as the training hadn’t been too intense. But I figured something must be bothering me. That is when I realized that I hadn’t had any sex for the last three months. I had gotten so engrossed in what we were doing that I never noticed. But now that we were.