She did her best to keep the two genders separated without overt hints of heterosexual carrying on. However, she had no recourse when it came to same ...sex friendships providing, they kept them “under the covers” when it came to carnal knowledge.It was their youth that inspired her to her own breathless excursions into the garden of sexual liberation. She was like a butterfly trying a girl scout one night and then switching to a boy scout on another special midnight orgy of sex education 101 with. With both hands, she pulled me to her lips, and we began to kiss. My hands automatically began to caress her, from her shoulders to her buttocks, as she ground her pelvis against me. It wasn't possible that she could miss the pressure of my hardness against her belly.The kiss seemed to last forever, and at the same time, it was over in an instant. When we broke apart, we were out of breath, but unwilling to end what we had started. So much for going slow. She took my hand, wordlessly led me to. Dono ne pana lund nikal ke mere saamne hilane lage aur bole, “Le saaali choos.” Main bhi dono ke lund ko chussne lagi. Main lund choos rahi thi to dono nanga ho gaye. Fir mujhe uthaya aur mujhe nanga kiya.Main nangi hoke khadi thi aur dono ek saath meri choochi pi rahe the. 2 minutes hi piya hoga ki Imran ne mujhe apne haath mein utha ke ghaas pe fek diya. Fir dono mere upar aake meri choochi pine lage.Rafiq to choochi muh mein leke choos raha tha. Par Imran meri choochi apne hoto se kheech. Framed in the background, a straight river with a thousand million concentrically overlapping waves, rippling together as rain fell out of the gloomy clouds, patternless to infinity. A playground, plastic and wood and steel, jungle gym and swings, slanted house; sitting damply in the invariably existing sandbox.I stood there, lost in the rain, until she tugged at my hand and we started forward. She. Her. The girl. For what would it be without one. As soaked as me. Ahead. Bolder, one must admit.