She was too young for him. Still, she could imagine, couldn't she?The sudden cell phone ring startled her so much she dropped her phone, fished around...for it and answered, "Hello?" Keira? It's Seb. Remember me?"Keira's heart thudded. Seb was calling her! "Hi." How ya doing?" Um ... fine. Uh, how did you get my number?" Keira asked, adding immediately, "Not that I don't want you to call. I do. I mean..."She heard his easy chuckle and smiled. It eased her nervousness."I asked your aunt for it,". On one trip, we went to Las Vegas with a few our gal pals for a girls-only trip where we shopped, club hopped, dined, and checked out a couple of male strip shows. That was a blast and I couldn't wait for the next trip.Other than the obvious difference of me being black and her being white, we also have different preferences when it comes to men. Stephanie likes the black men and I preferred white men. Her liking and banging black men doesn't bother me not one bit. One day, I invited her over. A bit like a sleepover.Once Robin moved in, she refused to move out, and changing rooms seemed too much like running away for Nami to ever consent to it. The year that followed was filled with snide comments, passive-aggressive semi-insults, and deliberate yet subtle flaunting.Nico Robin, Nami hated to admit, was beautiful. Perhaps more beautiful than her. She was certainly better endowed. At six-feet-two-inches, the older woman had the legs of a model and the body of a pornstar. A consequence. He was eager at that point. He could feel my wetness and how very hot I was. I leaned over to his ear, the same way he had done me the week before. I said, “You are so fucking sexy. Can I have that cock now?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I moved my hips and found the right spot, leaned forward for the angle and slid down onto him. I did so slowly, taking in every inch. He felt so good in me – full and complete. I started moving, ever so slowly at first wanting to take it all in, head to base..