"Come over here, Tyler," you say.I lift myself from the chair and approach the bed. You unbutton my shirt, little gasps escaping between kisses down m... torso as Octavio's tongue finds your wet slit. I shrug my shirt off as you unfasten my belt, my zipper, and then push pants and boxers down past my ass. They drop to the floor as you take my cock into your mouth.I love how you moan as you suck and my cock throbs between your lips. With me in your left hand, you run your right hand over Octavio's. Her right hand has found its way to my tingling pussy and her other is running down my left hand side, more gently than any man, cupping my breast and kneading it, applying the perfect pressure.I can’t believe I’m going to do this but I can’t help myself. I reach up and bring her face close to mine. Our lips meet and we kiss. Her full lips are like nothing I’ve ever kissed; soft like pillows and yielding to my every movement, her mouth in complete unison with my own. My hands pull her closer as. She was kind of short and average-looking, with an average face, no chest and no ass. However, to him she seemed like a goddess. Folks, the only women who seem like goddesses in my eyes are Black women. That’s why I’ve got a life-sized picture of Tennis superstar Serena Williams in my apartment. I like them tall, thick, bootylicious, Black and stacked. The Black Goddess is my Standard of Beauty. Anyhow, Josiah and Brigit had their thing and the whole campus was a bit abuzz about it. Bay State. There was something gnawing at me, but it was something I couldn’t voice to anyone. I’d have to think it through for myself.“Let’s take a walk,” I said.Becky sagged back on the couch and looked sad. I walked over and took her hand, and led her out the front door. I remembered a walk taken just over a year previously where I was the one who was unhappy. Jocelyn, Dale, and I had walked into West Monroe, and back, after I’d blurted out my feeling for Jocelyn and she’d shot me down. And it was.