I am a small town white girl who just ended a rocky relationship and am a little anxious to start dating again. Recently, my new freedom has made me m...re curious about other options. “I just don’t want to wind up with a loser in a dead-end relationship again,” I explained to my best friend, Julie, as we sat at the bar. Julie grinned and nodded her head. “I know just what you mean.” The conversation drifted to shared stories and past lovers. We've talked a lot about when she dated a black guy. "Open up honey so I can get the insides." She encouraged as she put both hands just above my knees and pushed outward. Compliantly I moved my feet apart. She kept encouraging me to go wider until I was almost out of room on the floor of the large tub. This turned out to be good because with my feet sort of wedged into the curve between the floor and the tub wall. I felt very steady even though the surface was kinda slippery. The abrasive wash mitt was moving up and down the inside of one thigh. They aren't hiding but aren't out where they are too visible. Keep on coming. I am a little to your right."We continued on. I said, "Bennie, I'm going to ride with Laura unless you have an objection." No. Go ahead. So far, they don't look bad. There is a mixture of men and women. They see Laura. Speak up for her to wait."I spoke loudly but didn't holler, "Laura, wait up." She slowed to let me catch up. As I came up beside her, two men stepped out of the trees in front of us and a bit to our. Gazing on your perfect alabaster body, my mind seeing my red handprints on those rounded ass cheeks. I could feel your hair in my hand as I pulled your head back, hear your voice whimpering to me, begging me for more, obeying my every command. I had watched others approach you with similar requests, seen you sneer at the thought of allowing yourself to be taken, to be used by another. Men and women alike desired you, and I was no different. I went to sleep at night dreaming of you, waking up.