I play Soccer for the University of Montreal. When people look at me, all they see is a big and tall Black guy. They don't see who I am inside. I'm a ...hy person with a lot of insecurities. I was a virgin until the age of twenty. I hooked up with this gorgeous, forty-something Jamaican lady in the North Side of Montreal. She was recently divorced and just looking for a fling. And she was the first woman I had sex with. That was a year and a half ago. I've been sexually deprived since then. Yeah,. Oh well, you suppose it doesn't matter.After a pleasant night of sleep, you are awakened by a "gimmick" alarm clock, one that sings the "Sound of Music" instead of buzzing. Jenny's gift to you on your graduation day, of course. Come to think of it, you received many gifts that day, simply because your friends cared about you. A pair of boxing gloves from Arachne, a Russian cookbook from Pilaf, and an encyclopedia from Maxine.As you toss the straw-based, short blankets aside (you are well-off. When Kelly came back in she a silk bag and a glass of water."Drink this," she ordered handing it to me.I took the glass and watched as she took underwear out of the bag. She hada bra and panty set in black lace and matching hold ups. Finally shepulled a blonde wig out."Drink up, your date'll be here any second." She held up the underwear andmade a show of examining it. "A virgin should wear white, but as youwon'tbe one of those much longer it doesn't make sense wearing white just theonce."I. So wet and slippery was that inner channel, that my middle digit slipped as if the path was lighted with neon signs, right into the depths of my parent's body. Mother gasped and her back arched up off the bed, then followed a long whimper from her.I slipped another finger into her depths and her breathing sounded so loud, so desperate that it was the soundtrack of this moment — a memory that I shall never forget. Her hips were moving, thrusting upwards as my fingers moved in and out. My free.