I could see why. He was a bit of an asshole. He was an acquired taste. Although we weren't talking about it, my mind kept drifting back to tasting ...immy...and Kevin, a few hours earlier. A few months ago I would have felt self-conscious about what had just occurred. Now I found myself empowered by it. Whether it was my maturation, the gained experience, or the cocaine, I was becoming more comfortable with my sexuality. After having only had sex with one man for the four previous years,. I said, “Barry, would you suck another guy off for me?” He looked at me for a second and then smiled and asked if I would really like that. “Absolutely, I think it is hot,” I replied. It was then that Barry said, “If you wanted me to…I would do it.” I responded by telling him that maybe I would set up a scene like that sometime. The plan was set in motion. I invited Barry to come over to my apartment and told him that we would be doing something fun so he should. .. yes, we found the party." Are you ok? They didn't make you do anything against your will... except maybe show some skin... did they?" I'm fine, Tasha. I've had a little too much to drink, but I'm fine. And, I met this terrific guy." Ok, baby, go sleep it off. I'm glad you didn't get raped or something. Try not to puke in my hallway, ok?" Thanks, Latasha. You're the greatest. Thanks for understanding and being a friend." Hey, I just hope you can remember who the wonderful guy is after you. Her plaid school girl skirt showed off her long, tanned legs which ended in a thick, curvaceous ass. From the looks of her clothes she had some definite plans for her date tonight. "Hey sweetie!" she said as she walked up to me. I was expecting the hug, but not the kiss on the lips. I guess she was just being friendly. We slowly walked across campus to the parking lot where I had my car. Of all the student lots, mine was the only one that was underground, and for some reason, most of the lights.