It was the most amazing kiss I’d ever had, his hands ran through my hair and trickled down my back. His tongue slid hesitantly through my lips and p...layed with mine. After the kiss was over we stared at each other for a moment, and I thought,’ well what the hell I’m not a virgin anymore, and I love him, so who cares? I’m gonna at least get a good fuck out of him, because I know that kiss didn’t mean anything to him, even if it meant the world to me,’ I kissed him fiercely, running my nails down. Used to be that we'd hit the bars, maybe a strip joint, or else we'd play some intense games of poker. Now, I'm married, Jimmy's married, and Greg has his girlfriend. Boys night out has now become a night at a fancy restaurant, or an evening at some dumb chick flick. Not that I mind having a regular piece of ass.Let me introduce you to my crew. Jimmy is a small guy, blond hair, works out a lot- you know the type. Works as a newspaper reporter. His wife, Julie, is a small, slim blond girl, with. Ye sharab nahi hain…….wine hain…esse “bachhe” bhi pite hain”……..rinku ne bachhe shabd par jada jor diya……shayad rashmi ko tease karana chahati thi.” he rashmi… le lo yaar,…hamari dosti ke nam”………..romi ne apani us dosti ka wasta diya jo abhi hui hi nahi thi, sirf pahachan hui thi.rashmi kuchh der sochati rahi……par neelu ne bhi kaha ki party me soft drink lena, ya khuchh bhi na lena ‘party manners’ ke khilaf hota hain, aur fir use ghar wapas to jana hi nahi hain ( neelu ne rashmi ke ghar walo. "Good. Oh, and this time, I want you to dress exactly as I tell you. Got a pen?" Grabbing a ballpoint from my desk and a note pad, I took down every word. What to wear and what to do once I got there. His instructions were simple. Tomorrow would be special, he told me. I made him repeat that, made him promise me that this time, he wouldn’t leave me wanting. I’d shown up, just like he’d told me to, at six o’clock, dressed as instructed. He’d been somewhat specific and I went to great lengths to.