I had played softball since I was nine years old, and had won a few pageants, so I had a very high self esteem. I had long blonde hair, and blue eyes....I thought I was pretty, and so did everyone I knew. Now, however, I didn’t feel so pretty. After lunch I had Health. I was hoping that it was going to be as fun as I had hoped it would be. When I walked into my Health Class, I stopped dead in my tracks. On the walls were two posters. On the top of the first one read “Male Reproductive System” the. The lights were all out except the porch, the bathroom light and the light over the stove. I went to the kitchen and took some steaks out of the freezer so I could make barbecued steak for the girls tomorrow. When I heard Ally’s bedroom door open and the two of them came out and raided the cupboards for snacks. I could smell the faint hint of pot coming from them and knew they probably had the munchies bad. I smiled as they said hello and good night. Ally was in a white tank top and. Curt secretlythought about it all the time and now when ever theymade love Curt found himself more and more, fantasizingthat Kay indeed had a lover, a black lover. What Curtdidn’t know was that Kay was fantasying too, about herdream man.CHAPTER 7Jolene dried her long brown hair carefully, as shelooked into the bathroom mirror. Jolene had hermother’s Latin looks, brown eye’s, golden browncomplexion, and full lips. Jolene’s father had providedthe long legs and a sprinkling. With the other, I carefully run the trimmer over her fleshy mons. Dark shavings fall onto her thighs and between her legs. I brush them away dutifully, as I work, my fingers lingering longer perhaps than needs be. Stroke by stroke, she is slowly revealed to me. I see her brown skin peeking through, no longer hidden behind the luxuriant growth that kept her sex secret. I am delighted to find that her mons is plump and full. Her clit hangs between her parted labia like a strange fruit that I feel.