Thanks to the lovely Mollena, my life has changed, folks. She has shown me a side of America I never would have discovered. Canadian media has done a ...ine job of isolating and misinforming Black Canadians from our African-American brothers and sisters in the United States. Mollena told mea lot of things about Black culture, and I became fascinated. This lady spoke fervently about the deeds of Martin Luther King, Deval Patrick, Eric Holder, Oprah Winfrey and Barack Obama. The African-American. What had he done between my legs? I couldn't sit up, I could feel with my hands I had no idea what damage he'd done.Felicia came back into the room still nude."Aren't you cold?" I asked absurdly."Yes." She shrugged. "Open your legs, bend at the knee and let your thighs fall open." What???"She held up a wash cloth."Can you untie me and allow me to do it myself?" No." She simply waited.Embarrassed I pulled my legs up and opened my thighs wide. I felt the warm cloth on what I now knew only as my. “But how long could that last? How long could we remain together with me knowing you only do it because I want you to? How long before you hate me because I represent something you hate?”“I don’t hate it. Exactly,” I said. Oh, fuck. “It’s just that ... When you lick me—which I love, by the way—you get turned on. I know. I’ve felt you. I’ve tasted you. It excites you even more than it excites me, and I never had stronger orgasms. You are an attentive lover and you love it. When I lick you .... Slowly I started touching her, first I started by pulling her thick hair playfully, and then catch her soft hands, tickle her feet, and sometimes sleep on her lap but only in limits as a friend as I didn’t want to screw myself infront of my parents and I was taking baby steps to win her heart over.And then the time finally came when I pumped her hole with my bulging tool. She came to my house and as usual my parents were out working and as it was hot summer afternoon I went to take cold shower.