Tiffany’s bright, pretty face was animated. Her curly blonde hair wiggled as she told the story. The other girls leaned in, their curiosity aroused, eager to hear every dirty detail.“…so he really wanted me to give him a blowjob. I was like, all right, but you have to tell me before you cum, okay? I do not want fluid in my mouth. Well, guess what happened?”“I’m pretty sure I know how this ends,” Cindy sniffed.“He shoots h...

Tony should have been on seventh heaven after that experience. But one thing nagged at him. “Why... why did you kiss my feet?” “I am parachi, you are karaiyar. For centuries my people have prostrated themselves before you.” “No! I don’t believe in the caste system. We are equals.” “I was only teasing,” She grinned. “Your parents were telling me how the community here thinks of caste. I did not tell them, but actually they...

In math class, Tony usually sat on the far-left side of the room, that being the only place where left-handed desks could be found. But on Wednesday’s class, he scanned the room anxiously looking for Manjula. She was wearing the revealing sundress he’d picked for her. Stretching out her legs in the front row, she looked irresistible. And few guys could resist her — there were two flanking her on each side, each vying in a...

Tony felt happier than he had ever been. The song of the birds was sweeter. The touch of the wind made his senses come alive. The grass was greener. Even the girls were prettier, though seeing them only made him want Manjula more. They say that oral sex is not sex, but it is. Bill Clinton had been wrong. Tony did not feel a virgin anymore, and he could not think of Manjula as one either. She had been right. They had cross...

The next day, when calling his parents, Tony decided to try talking in Tamil. “This weekend I am bringing someone home.” His mother was astonished. “What? You are speaking Tamil?” “Yes, I am speaking Tamil.” “How did you learn it? Who is coming?” “Her name is Manjula. She comes from Sri Lanka.” At hearing a female name his mother excitedly burst into rapid Tamil far too fast for him to follow. “Slower? Slower... yes, she...

Manjula was so unaccountably cheerful at breakfast the next morning that Tony’s mother looked at her suspiciously. Tony feared he would get questions he didn’t want to answer, but Manjula smoothly diverted her by asking if she could take some Sri Lankan food back to campus. His mother considerately gave her coolers full of it. Sitting on the bus home, Tony felt a deep sense of contentment. He had a loving, beautiful girlf...