..and yes it was black!It was December 2nd 1975 and my new "boyfriend", Steve who was 26 years older, picked me up after school to 'visit an old mate'... as he put it. We drove for around 20 minutes before pulling up in an area of Oldham I didn't know. Steve knocked on the door of a mid terraced house and it was opened by a stocky, black guy in his mid 40s. " Stevie good to see you again, now who's this little darlin'?"He showed us into the living room, "This is A.J., the one I was telling you. Dad asked, "What is it, Kyle?" It's Greg. He... [sniffle] ... he... " I started to cry. Dad hugged me."Ssshhh ... It's alright Kyle. You can tell me." Dad said soothingly. I managed to pull myself together after about thirty seconds."Greg ... Greg's been in ... a bad accident. He's in... [sniffle] surgery now." Oh no, I'm sorry to hear this, Kyle," Dad answered."I've got to ... to call around. Coach wants me to pass the word," I explained."Kyle, it's quarter to one in the morning. This will. We continued chatting, and brought her ex up again about how and where they fucked. She led me upstairs and I followed looking at that beautiful ass of hers. I was already hard n wet for her. She took me to her room n told me that they fucked on her bed. We gazed at each other n with our hearts beating n temperature rising, I went in and kissed her. As we were making out, I un buckle her jeans, and grabbed her ass. She started unbuckling mines as I lift her shirt up and un doing her bra. She. "Anna," I replied, smiling like a school girl. But I couldn't help it.Nick's eyes glanced down at my heaving chest and I noticed a bulge appearing in his trousers. He took my hand and we stepped into his black, chauffeur driven limo that took us to his hotel, the Charlotte Street Hotel. We rushed to his room and locked the door before I could even take a breath. He turned to me and kissed me hard with passion with my face in his hands. Nick leaned me against the door frame. I could feel his.