I had to admit, she was gorgeous. Even I didn't think she was capable of such an extreme makeover. That average looking white boy I met so long ago wa... now a stunning, beautiful white woman whose smoky seductive eyes could captivate, whose collagen-enriched, full lips were inviting to the hardest of cocks, and whose hips swayed sensually when she gracefully walked in her expensive stilettos. There wasn't a detail I left to chance. Her hands were perfectly manicured, not with garish fake claws. We talk for a little while longer and try to compose ourselves to walk out. I look at the clock and see that I have only a few more hours before Sarah’s shift is over and I have to pick her up from work. I ask Leah if she drove our walked. She mentions she walked, as “The Cup” is only just down the hill from her dorm. I give her a ride home and there is just silence in the truck. She asked me if I would like to come in for a few, and I say sure. This all seems so strange considering the hot and. I volunteered to walk her back to her dorm since it was late. "Alright!" she said and after she got her purse we were on our way. I asked if she had a boyfriend and she said, "No. But I heard that's what college is for," and then looked in my eyes and grinned. I didn't even know what to say. We got to her dorm and we went up the stairs to her floor. At this point my heart is racing because I think I know what I'm getting tonight. She open the door and invites me in. After she sets her purse. The plane rolled onto the runway, and we had to close our seatbelts. The woman, Selima was the name on her badge, winked at me with a wide grin, then wiggled her tongue lewdly through parted lips, making my cheeks blush. I was pressed into my seat, and the engines’ howl and the rattling of the airplane’s wheels on the concrete beneath them drowned out every sound. With that moment of total, lightweight disorientation in my tummy, I felt it leave the ground and angle upwards into the next part.