I got friendly with another guy in the block called Roy. He was aged around fifty and unmarried. I used to get together with him for a drink and I use... to help him with paperwork like his tax return. I should have guessed he was gay or bi from the number of times his hand seemingly accidentally brushed against my thigh and bum. One evening when I was at Roy’s he asked me if I’d had girls. I told him about a couple of girl friends, though I exaggerated the stories. He asked me if I was into. At that moment, the bedroom door opened and Tracey stepped in, saying something about her toothbrush. Laura slammed the closet door closed. I kept working on the rope around my hand that had been loosened. It wasn’t easy in the dark so I had to do it by feel.Outside the closet, I could hear Tracey.“What were you doing in Tara’s closet?”“Nothing! Get lost!”“I thought I saw...”The closet door swung open again and Tracey was there. She looked horrified when she saw me.“Laura, what have you done?. At first, it had no remarkable color, but slowly its color matched my date’s pussy lips. As she got more aroused, her pussy and his dick matched hues. By the time of penetration, it was dayglow pink, then bright red, like her pussy lips.He wasn’t patient. He wasn’t considerate. He wasn’t slow. He had a job to do and went about with the dedication of a bored porn star. He grunted, groaned, called her his fucktoy.I could tell she liked the dirty talk because she answered, “Yeah. I am your. Her hands were feeling my bare back. Rubbing, pulling, tugging me into her. Her breasts pushed through the nightgown and flattened under the pressure.She pulled back and pushed me over on my back. I reached for her to pull her to me but she resisted."Shh. Lie still. Close your eyes."I felt fingers run through the hair on the side of my head. Gentle kisses, hardly there. On both eyelids, my cheekbones, my cheeks. A quick peck on my lips, too fast for the return kiss that was almost instinctive..