.well it was three at the same time really! My then 'boyfriend' picked me up after school telling me we were invited to a party, being a naive 14yo I ...ever thought to ask what sort of party but I would soon find out!We drove to a block of flats near Rochdale, Dave buzzed a flat number and a voice said," Yeah man come on up", the door opened and we entered a nearby lift, taking it to the fourth floor. Getting out we moved to Flat 435 and Dave knocked. The door was opened by a middle-aged black. She wore a purple top, an exposed bra, and low-riding jeans—no underwear—while flaunting a tatted left arm along with another tattoo creeping up from her waistline. “Shots!” was the first thing out of her mouth. My mind came up with a few plausible hypotheses for the attractive human being who was about to enter my house and probably fuck me:1) She hadn’t slept, and after dropping off her sex-bound friends, had taken drugs, partied some more, and then driven to my house under some form of. I will admit that they tried to give us some help in meeting the boys. Once a year they had a dance with St. Patrick’s school for boys but that was so well chaperoned that you couldn’t even press up against a boy because “the proper dance position is six inches between you and your partner.” My daydreaming was interrupted by a loud bang. Some kid got ahold of a firecracker I thought. That thought went away quickly when the classroom door slammed open and a lot of big black men came into the. It is very hot in the washroom so he takes his shirt off. From where you are sitting you can see his strong body, his muscles are firm and you daydream of him holding you again. As you daydream he glances your way and can see up your dress to your light blue panties. Loosing concentration on his work he smashes his hand into the wall and screams in pain. You run over to see if he is OK. The smell of his sweat sends shivers up your spine. Your nipples become hard and your breathing comes.