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He kept his hair neatly trimmed into detailed waves, and had a hint of a moustache on his upper lip. With his vigorous workout and conditioning schedule, his 6-pack was evidence of hard work, and he wasn't afraid to flaunt it when he had the chance. Girls all around the nation, and soon the world, know who this twenty-two-year old is, and they all wanted him. As he walked through the crowd of people, people who wanted an autograph, a picture, or merely a handshake stopped him numerous times. He was never one to be rude to his fans because at the end of the day, they were the reason why he became such a huge star. Girls were squealing as he passed them, and every now and then, he would stop, look one dead in the eyes, and wink. The way that girl would freeze and slowly fall to the floor made him chuckle. To him, he was just Cam from Brooklyn, New York, the same guy who worked as a personal trainer to bring in some money for his mother. He was the same guy who played ball for the love. After the exams were over, we planned to go for a movie. It was some adult Hollywood movie.When were entered the hall it was not that crowded. We sat on our chairs and started to watch the film. I whispered in her ear:Arjun: Got any dream lately about me?Riya: No. Though the memories of that dream are still with me.Arjun: Okay. So what were we doing?Riya: Shutup! Watch the film, we”ll chat later.She then placed her head on my shoulder and continued watching the movie. I loved her smell. And I got an erection as she kept her hand on my lap. But, she didn’t notice it I guess. After the movie, we went home. Later that night, she texted me.Riya: Asleep or Wake?Arjun: I am up.Riya: I didn’t answer you earlier.Arjun: Please tell (just went to bed and loosened me.)Riya: So, we were at my place. We were very tired as we had just come from college. So, I went to change my clothes and didn’t close the door. And you entered the room when I had removed my shirt.Arjun: Nice timing on my end!!.
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