“Oh Mr. xxx desi School work and tests may not be the best for you, but you are very intelligent.”
His hand slid into mine. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I’ve always imagined it happening like this. He always made a point to smile at me during class, when to the others, he just looked at them. I grabbed a chair and moved it over to his desk,
“What’s up?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. He took the initiative to slap my ass, which is exactly what I wanted, and he knew it. What if? I couldn’t believe the man I have been in love with for almost a year was feeling me up. It was huge. As I walked in, the last person from his last class was packing up. He heard me moaning, and moved my chair right next to his, and somehow set me on his lap, all without breaking a kiss.
