Jack has been my best friend since grade school. It was in the eighth grade that I started making crank calls to Betty Pool's house. I would call up a...d ask what color undergarments was she wearing and if she would strip for me behind the gym. of course, after some time, Betty caught up to the fact that I was the one making the calls. So, she asked her parents to do something about it. My parents were called and then one day I found myself sitting in her living room with my parents and just. After class I went outside. It was one of those somewhat rare November days when it was sunny and seventy degrees. I had plenty of time before my next class so I sat on a bench and opened a book, getting a head start on my reading assignment."Hey stranger." A soft voice said as my little black friend from the train sat next to me on the bench. She was also taking advantage of the unseasonably warm day, wearing shorts and a sleeveless white blouse that contrasted nicely with her brown skin. "By. Jack looked at her - Monique almost melted.Jack thought, "That must feel really good." Jack just looked at her, andhe could tell that she was nearly about to come, her whole body hadstarted quivering, and then she twisted the showerhead to pulse, stillholding it so the water was going right up into her vagina. Moniquestarted to shake all over, and suddenly she dropped the showerhead - itfell to the shower floor, sending pulses of water all around as it laythere.Watching Monique Jack saw that. My eyebrows were plucked. My nails were too long to be a man's. In shorts or a bathing suit, my hairless legs were a dead give-away. While my hair... still styled with that layered look, hung well down my back, and couldn't be considered anything but a very feminine hairstyle.It wasn't a case of no one taking notice. Have you ever examined how men seem to always study women? Have you ever noticed how women observe each other?Women observe each other constantly, comparing... judging... Well, and.