‘Well?’ she asked. A knowing look covered his face as she provocatively held the pose and he shot her a crooked grin when his eyes eventually made...their way back up to meet hers. ‘Same thing as I’m thinkin’,’ he said. His tone was a little thicker, more guttural. It made her smile. There was a certain arrogance to black teenagers that she’d always found a turn-on, ever since she’d been his age. Barely eighteen or nineteen, they thought they knew everything there was to know about life, sex …. Also I was never very social or good at sport anywayso, after a bit teasing to start with from some boys, I was left alone.As for the girls, my sister was already one of the most popular girls inclass anyway, so the fact that her brother, one of the boys, had nowbecome one of the girls and she was the architect of that change, made hereven more popular because it demonstrated that girls were superior toboys.As Julian, I was held up as an example amongst the girls, of what it meantto be male, of. There was a gentle breeze and in the sky several passing puffy white clouds cast a brief shadow across the sidewalk ... spring fever had me tightly in its grip. As I walked unhurriedly down the sidewalk I looked up. A wide smile came to my face when I saw my mother waiting at the curb for me. She was driving my old door-less and topless Jeep that she had helped me purchase for my eighteenth birthday. I had eyed that vehicle at old Mr. Jenkins used car lot for quite some time. It had sat there. I cannot go through that again. As she reached down to pull it from her pussy, she stopped her hand midway down. Shit, I can't just pull it out and leave it in the trash, and I can't carry it back to my desk for all the world to see. Guess I'll have to take my chances and leave it in until I take lunch. I can put it in my bag then.Stepping out of the stall, Jazzy was glad no one was in the restroom. It would have been hard to explain the moans that escaped from her clenched mouth. She made her.