In class, he would prattle on about his conquests and brag about his ability to pull just about any girl. Marcus often liked picking on me the most, b...ecause unlike other girls, I wasn’t a promiscuous whore, or I figured I wasn’t. He told me I shouldn’t play so hard to get, but I would just roll my eyes at him. I’m a short, overly tanned Hispanic girl with a way too big butt that causes me to jump up and down every morning when attempting to put jeans on. Marcus liked to call me out on my ass,. We used to chat occasionally and it doesn’t showed any further improvements for my wish.So I planned to make a bolder move, to open up my desire upon her. It was on when she updated her profile pic and I have texted her that she looks good in that Orange color saree for which she replied a Thanks. Then it follows,Me : I still remember, you had a Blue color saree when in school. It was one of my fav color that timeJessy : I still have that one, blue with white flowers on it.Me : Yes, that one.. " I hope you're right. We'd better start getting pretty-pretty. Were both going to use Herbal Spring bath oil. Right?" Right on! And Opium perfume. I'll switch to Chanel when the time's right. But we've forgotten something. Douche. Which one?" Obsession?" Never heard of it." I'll lend you some. Stan loves it." Sounds good, but we better hustle. By the time we do our nails, soak in a bath and primp for an hour or so, it'll be show time." Then move it fellow hussy and remember we put our outfits. ..wait beyond the rows of people by yourself leaning against a column you are looking my direction and speaking on your phone. Our eyes meet and we begin to walk towards each other. Oblivious to the crowd around us we meet and embrace. A silent hug, a tight grasp, no words yet just both of us trying to catch our breath and settle the nerves of this powerful moment. We relax our embrace and share a gentle kiss as we look into each others eyes. My knees are weak as I look at you, you are more.