All the bruising was gone replaced with a rich golden tan. ‘How do you feel?’ He asked. ‘Mmmm, much better, now. I didn’t know that you could ...o that? You know heal people.’ ‘It’s new. Thanks to all the energy you sent me. I am not sure, but I feel like I might be able to fly,’ he joked. She sat up and he couldn’t help but admire her nudity. She was his first crush and despite everything he was still in love with her. She cupped his hands on his face and pulled him close and kissed him in a way. His scrawny figure, along with his prescription glasses, gave him the appearance of a textbook highschool nerd (minus any acne attacks, luckily,) and his love of science and science fiction completed the package, making him sure that a bit of confidence wasn't going to be enough to sell a girl on going to the upcoming dance with him.The fact that he was a the only black student in his school didn't make things any easier on him either. His father had moved the family following a new. Slowly and quietly, their hands began to explore each other’s bodies. He focused on her first, finally slipping his fingers into her ready body, making short and effective work of giving her the orgasm she had been waiting so patiently for. Biting into his shoulder, leaving a very distinctive mark, she tried to muffle her desperate cries and murmurs of relief. Wrapping her hands around his solid cock she began to pump him, easing the pre-cum inside to the tip onto her fingers. Bringing her hand. He looked at her. “Mine’s Charles,” he lied, surprised that he gave her that name. “I’m in New York on business, trying to wrap up a big deal.”“Oh, I see,” Wilma responded, nodding. “What’s your line of business Charles?” Wilma asked, taking a sip from her drink, looking at him over the rim.“Real estate, buying and selling, selling and buying, you know what I mean.”“Sounds important,” Wilma said, nodding. “I mean you must be keeping busy selling houses.”“I also sell yachts. You know to rich.