” He sounded disgusted, but Leah could detect the greed in his voice, he wanted her. He wanted to show her how much of a man he was, he wanted to ta...e her against her will and violate her. Show her how in control he really was. Leah stood, and walked over to the kitchen bar, and poured herself a drink. It was whisky, quality stuff. She gulped it down greedily, enjoying the warmth that spread through her abdomen and into her arms and legs. She rarely drank, she was far too much of a control. Her complexion was light mocha, whether it was natural or make up, I couldn't have cared less. Her hair was chopped, reasonably short and with a drastic fringe, which I presumed had been cut in the shop, but it just made her look so sexy and wild. I couldn't believe my luck, when those luscious lips curved a smile my way. The bead of sweat and bulge in my trousers made it perfectly clear what was on my mind. I made some excuse about needing the bathroom and turned on my heel and walked away, as. ’ She didn’t reply, but by that grin, I knew I would be talked into it at some point in the future. We put ‘him’ back in the box and she took it back into the bedroom. I waited for her to return, but after several minutes of silence, I called her. ‘Jenn?’ Nothing. ‘Jenn, are you all right?’ Still nothing. I got up and went into the bedroom, not knowing what I was going to find. She sat on the bed with her back to me. A box sat next to her and I could see the corner of a large photo album on. Boys were too immature for sex. They couldn't do anything to turn me on. I needed a grown man so I decided to try to look older. I began to dress and act sexy but to keep my parents unaware of my activities I would be subtle and gentle with my makeup. Try as I might, it was a disappointment to walk down the street completely un-noticed by any fully grown men. I went out a few times but I didn't have sex again until my parents moved to an appartment and I could see into a Black man's bedroom.