As we drove away, I didn’t say a word. It was about five minutes into the journey when he finally decided to pluck up a conversation. “You on drug... or something?” he quipped. “Not that I know of. Why?” “Well, I figure a person out here, in the rain, wearing next to nothing, hitchhiking. Got to be a bad trip!” “I’m not tripping.” “Boyfriend troubles? He drive you out here and leave you?” “I don’t have a boyfriend…” At least, I didn’t think I did. The harder I had tried to remember who I was. If Mark noticed my excitement deflated at some point during the evening, he didn't show it. He ran into people he knew, talked shop, flirted with women and spent an obscene amount of money at the bar. I drove us home because he was drunk, singing Led Zeppelin and reminiscing about all the pot he smoked in college. I loved these moments, the glimpses into the real Mark, the old Mark untainted by reality. He followed me up the stairs and nearly ripped off my dress to fuck me.The silver material. I was a faggot in the eyes of any of my friends if they knew what I was doing, yet I loved it. I loved how crazy and exciting it felt to be so uninhibited and able to act out my fantasy of wanting to please a huge black cock orally. I was a fucking faggot cocksucker for black cock now, and all that mattered was being able to suck a huge load of come out of this black cock. I would be a failure if unable to, as I'd been unable to when I sucked my friends cock years before. Now was my chance to. I moved my hips away from her face and went to kneel between her open legs and lifted her ass with my strong hands. Her labia were swollen from her arousal and her eyes locked on mine as I leaned down and kissed the inside of her right thigh up near her pussy. I felt her hands on the top of my head as she leaned her head back and moaned as I worked my way upwards till I was licking her from her anus to her clitoral hood in long slow licking motions. I would allow my tongue to swirl around.