Not that I wouldn't, just, you know, I went to a pretty white high school, that kind of stuff. Now, I'm not super experienced at this point or anythin..., but at the same time I never felt like I should have to shy away from talking about sex.They tease me about that a bit, and eventually we get to talking about the thing everybody says about black guys. You know. Are they really that much bigger, that kind of stuff.Knowing looks from Michael and Andre.I say that in my experience, most cocks are. I ran into the stalls because I had to crap.By chance this guy people called "Carl" happened to get in next to me because I recognized his shoes."Damn, you following me?" He must've recognized mine. Or at least my scrawny shins anyway.I just laughed. I waited until the bounty was gone then after a moment got out and as he was washing his hands I felt awkward.I so wished he was taking a shower. Nah, he wouldn't. Maybe he was one of those get really hot sweaty and swanky and some chick at home. Taking my hand, Victoria leads me to the couch. I take a seat as she kneels before me. With her soft gentle hand, Victoria cups my face. stares into my blue eyes. Our connection is established with more intensity. Then another kiss probing possessively, taking what Victoria feels is hers.Victoria's body expresses with more articulation, which words cannot. With mounting frustration, Victoria wraps her arms and secures me. As her experienced tongue conducts an in depth exploration. Victoria's. "Relationship? Clara, I, uh, I don't know I'm really ready for that." Peter's eyes were blinking, and Clara pulled back, too. "The idea kind of scares me. There was a girl," and Peter jotted a mental post-it that he'd have to come up with a name for her at some point that wasn't Heidi. "She's not here on campus anymore. But we were together all last year and I really fell for her. I mean I was so ready for love, and wanted to build something with her so, so much. But at the end of last year she.