Then repeat. My moans are being pushed into your ear as you begin grinding our bodies together against the bedroom door.Your fingers trail the outer r...ng of my nipple, making it hard with the anticipation. You finally grab a hold of my little sensitive bud and pull tightly. You're rough at first, tugging, pulling, pinching. Then youloosen the tugs, and start rubbing in a clockwise motion. My hands are now interwined with your red locks. I pull harder as each sensation washes over me. My moans. . arrangement seems perfectly natural to you.”“Perfectly natural,” Jason replied.“I have never met anyone so truly color-blind as Jason,” Aja added. “From the beginning, he didn’t see me as a Black woman. He saw me as a woman. I confess it took some coaching from him before I saw him as a man, instead of a white man. But, once I saw him that way -- I knew I was head-over-heels in love with him.”“I’m not blind to the fact that Aja is Black,” Jason said, “any more than I was blind to the fact. That was the legal age back then. I went into the living room. It looked like there were around twenty people there. A little more than half of them were guys. Some were dancing, some were drinking and some were just standing around talking. Off in the corner there was a girl sitting on a guy’s lap. They were making out and she had her top off.I stood there for several minutes just taking in what there was to see when a girl came almost skipping up and stood about a foot in front of me. My mind full of images of girls who were allowing me to have sex with them.But, at that time, that was all I could manage; sex in my mind and with my hand.I had not yet had the pleasure of touching actual feminine flesh. Or even seeing a girl naked, other than my sister Amber who I had seen in the bathroom a few times.I was sixteen at that time and Amber was two years younger. Seeing her little tits and blossoming bush wasn't the thrill I had expected it to be.I wanted feminine attention badly.