I thought she was is touching herself and getting ready for me, but I was wrongAna was in the shower with Jeremy, one of her co-workers; a giant black...man really.I could just barely see through the semi clear shower glass door. I knew she could see me looking in and I heard her say to Jeremy how thick he felt in her hands as she was stroking his huge black cock…He was kissing her neck from behind while the hot water ran down her tits.I watched them through the shower door and rubbed my hard. “Good night, baby,” he whispered.“Good night! I love you!”“Love you too!”The son of a Ukrainian immigrant and a bourgeois Black debutante, held his beloved close. Margaux felt the thump of his heart and the heat of his body. “You’re so warm.”“It’s just you. You turn me on.”They drifted to sleep.Omar and Turk were still out at the house party hosted by some of the other practical nursing grads. The old double-wide trailer was filled to the brim with Negroes, several cute Ebony chicks, a couple. Fiona was making eyes at Jeremy, but he could not see it, so I nudged him and said, 'Fiona would be blown away if you asked her to dance.' Truth be told I would not have said no to being blown by Fiona. She was a good ten years my senior, but knew how to take control of a guy. She had almost made me cum once, stroking my cock through my trousers as we stood by the photocopier. I watched them walking onto the dance floor, Fiona looking like a fox who had stolen the bait. I wished her dress was a. I wanted them both next to me, but even through my drunken haze, I could still remember my boyfriend, and could still tell it was wrong. As we approached Lizzie’s house I pulled my clothing back on, and gave each of the boys a kiss to say goodbye. Lizzie and I then crept into her flat, as quietly as possible so that her parents in the next room didn’t wake up.As we sat on the windowsill, having a ciggy and discussing what we remembered of the last few hours, I confessed about how much I wanted.