John's hair was sticking up in clumps all over his head, the textbook bed-head for a guy. I almost laughed at the sight. It was nearly eleven and the ...arents had just gotten up.It was time to tease my mom, who is in the 'early to bed, early to rise' camp. "Up late last night?" I asked, with a half smile.Mom's face pinked up. John just grunted without looking at us. Shelly smiled and handed Mia two bowls and spoons."Seems like you two had a good night," Shelly said with a wink, effectively. I didn’t think we had anything in common other than being young black men at a rich white school. Even Jeff, the Golden Boy of the Ice Hockey team, found Anderson a complete bore and a jerk. Later, I found out how much Anderson and I had in common and used it to blackmail him. Folks, there was a time when I envied the guy. He was six feet six inches tall and very good-looking. And everyone on campus worshiped him. His parents were multi-millionaires. His girlfriend was tall, stacked, hot as. For a long time I was the one that felt like I was being prepared for some sexual sacrifice and now I was in the opposite position and it felt good. Luckily I was even able to talk her into letting me pick her up. On top of being shy, she's also a little sheltered and didn't enjoy driving home by herself so late at night. When I pulled up to her place I went to the door and rang the bell, giddy with anticipation.The door flung open and while still beautiful, someone thought out their wardrobe. Her boy’s standing in front of her, legs wide, ramming his hips forward. She’s hung her white knickers on his erect shaft, she’s got the head of his penis in her mouth and she’s fingering his balls. My eyes explore the length of her young legs, linger on her vagina lips, run up her body to her firm young breasts with pink nipples sticking out like bottle corks. Then back to her vagina lips as if drawn irresistibly by a magnet.I brace myself for pleasure. I spread my legs. I lay Melissa on the.