I was a bit disappointed but then I saw his face through the hole, "can I come over in your booth?" He asked with a smile... "YYYAAEEESSSS" I replied ...ith excitement, the minute he walked in he ordered me to remove my pants, I told him I don't really care about my dick getting sucked, he asked again this time pinching my nipple. My pants came off quick, he turned me around and started licking my sweaty ass. One thing I really enjoyed was that he never fingered me, "spread your ass for me" he. Even as a pretty callow nineteen-year-old I could more or less put myself in his shoes, and the picture from there wasn't a pretty one. He probably remembered his own feelings at my age, and like mine they surely involved as much skin-on-skin and other things as possible.In short, I was terrified.I was terrified even if in the back of my mind I knew this was theater as much as a test. Mr. Z got to show he was a concerned and protective father, and I got to pretend I had no carnal designs on his. Canvassing the local malls seemed like a fool's errand, but they struck paydirt in Auburn. A woman recalled seeing a man struggling with a television carton, trying to get it into his van. As she put her packages in her car she saw him ask a passing woman for assistance. The next thing she saw as she started her car, his van was pulling away. She read off the plate, but in the intervening time, had forgotten most of the plate number. The mug book was even worse; she wasn't able to pick out any. I went back to my dorm that night all giddy and warm inside and slept like a baby.When I did not have my nose in the books the next week, I could only wonder if Marcus would call. I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the taboo after all he was black.I was in my room studying for a test on Thursday night when the phone rang."Hello." Tami." Yes." It's Marcus," Oh my god! My panties got wet, he called."Hi, Whats up?" Not much, I enjoyed talking to you last weekend, would you like to go out.