I could see he was a good looking guy, but he was black, that was the main thing. We didn’t have any black friends so where had these two appeared f...om, where had she met them, got them into this? He was obviously tall too, very masculine in movement, strongly built, big arms, flat chest, and powerfully muscular legs. And he had the cock, it was bigger than mine, even I could see that, I felt a big pang of jealousy. But the most telling feature was, he had a mop of black unruly hair that stuck. I turn my share of heads, boys and girls both. I am a bit of a tease and often forget to wear panties when I put on a short little skirt. This story is about what happened to me last week. I was in Dr. Braxton’s history class, my last class before the weekend. I was wearing a short black skirt and a tight grey sweater. As he lectured he paced in the front of the class. He would always pause right in front of me. He would look me in the eyes and then his gaze would drop down and he would. You don’t have to do anything different from what you were just doing. Keep those pretty legs spread and just enjoy.” He said and turned to walk away.I was very confused as were the guys. We looked at each other and then heard something. Tony walked around the corner with my Mom. I jumped to get up but Tony held out his hand and I froze.“Keep still, baby girl.” He said.I looked at my Mom. There was a blindfold over her eyes and her hands seemed to be tied behind her back. She was. Brian was like my brother, and I could never do anything with him. But the next month I’d rethought my position. He was the same guy I’d known since I was a kid but that didn’t make him any shorter, or get rid of his sandy blonde hair, or strip away the muscles he’d gained through years of lacrosse… Compound that with seeing him walk around shirtless, in boxers, or steamy coming out of the shower and I was over the moon guy. Under the cover of darkness I would reach down and stroke my clit.