I said you mean you would have sex with a black guy? She said well yes, why not? But, I started struggling for words. She cut me off by saying Just t...ll me to fuck him and I will. I glanced around to see if she where overheard by anyone. She could tell I was extremely uneasy about her talking that way. She leaned in closer and said you are making my pussy wet by wanting me to fuck that guy. I said I never said I wanted you to make love to him. She said I would never make love to him, I felt. .' Melvin looked at me and said 'you ain't even a compass cop, let my dick go...' With out hesitation I stroked his penis twice as his glaze soften. 'If you want that all you have to do is ask for it...' Melvin mumbled. I looked at him and sheepishly said '...where do we go, I don't have a place here.' Melvin clutched my wrist that held his penile shaft and said 'keep working, we don't have to go that far.' Melvin lead me into one of the dorms boiler rooms, he must have used it before for he. Here is a photo I took of her to whet your appetite and ease you into what we are talking about. The reason I am writing about her is that a few weeks back, I started having sexual fantasies about her, about her with older men and the sheer pleasure they would feel, if they could fuck her in the way they wanted to.That night as I lay in bed, I found myself masturbating, and actually having a really great orgasm, at the thought of watching her get it off with an older man. To make matters even. My memory went back to ten years and two weeks ago. I had asked Mary if I could take her to the Valentine Dance. Her reply was still engraved on my heart. ‘I’m sorry, John. Someone else asked me and I accepted.’ She had hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. ‘Thank you for asking.’ Another peck on the cheek and she was gone. I was heartbroken. For weeks I had been working myself up to asking her. Now I was too late. I still sent her the card I had prepared knowing it was useless. I asked Hazel.