It was from my school classmate Nisha. We were in the same school and spent 6 years together from grade 4 to grade 10. She was the most beautiful girl...we had in our class and every single guy in the class had their eyes on her.However, I was completely different in school. I was a nerd and a total introvert. We hardly talked during our school days. After finishing school, it became even more impossible for us to have any conversation. We were friends on social media though and I still used to. They were just going to leave when the white guy said. “I think I’ll have a souvenir.” And went back and removed Trish’ knickers.As they left the room, I was just about to go over to Trish, when I heard the door opening again. I sat back in the chair, once again pretending to be asleep. The black guy came back in and pointing to Trish, said “There! See for yourself.” With that 3 more black guys walked in. They didn’t wait to see if I was asleep or not and were soon onto Trish. These guys were a. Her bra immediately dropped off her shoulders and as it hung loose, Stephany quickly reached up and grabbed it, and held it against her chest. Looking at me as we stopped kissing, I could see a sly little smile and then as she gave me another kiss, I laid her back on the couch. Boldly positioning myself on top of her, she smiled and as we again kissed, I found myself kneeling on the floor between the couch and coffee table. Leaning back, I moved both my hand up to her chest and as we continued. Cars flew past her going ten over the speed limit. Normally, she would be with them, shaking her head and muttering under her breath as she wove around slower vehicles. Not today though. Today she took it slow, keeping a cool five under the speed limit. Trying to hold on to every second they had left. Their hands were entwined on the center console, their contrasting skin picturesque. His dark brown was the life he lived in the field with his men. Her pale white a reflection of the long hours.