That is until the day Kevin was sitting in my living room, begging me to let him fuck me. He learned I had never been with a black man, and now he was...undoubtedly trying to be my first. I had noticed how much i kept telling charlie about my new friend, conveniently leaving out the part that he was black. One day charlie came over and finally him and Kevin paths crossed. He looked at Kevin then shot his eyes directly to me. I knew he was jealous, yet there was things I didn't know yet...Kevin. It seems to have been co-opted somewhat by political groups, some of which don’t really seem that committed to my own idea of ‘freedom.’”“I know what you mean. Sometimes ‘freedom, ‘ and ‘liberty’ both seem just to mean, to particular people, ‘Don’t interfere with the one idea that I happen to believe in the most fervently.’”“Hey, we’re starting to sound like a couple of radicals,” Emily said, smiling.“Not me.”“No. Not me, either,” she said. “Although I am a peacenik.”I didn’t respond and Emily. After what he'd already seen, he clearly couldn't resist another look and I caught him glancing our way a couple of times throughout the next few minutes. Just as he looked over a further time, DJ got her timing spot on and slowly pulled her knees up to her chest and parted her feet. The view must have been pleasing to him, as without breaking eye contact with DJ's pussy, the guy nonchalantly rolled onto his side to face us and placed his book in front of him (pretending to read it). At that. They were out now, plaguing my thoughts, distracting me to no end. I had to revisit these events in order to find peace. I was eighteen when I first saw her, eighteen without a clue. I was still a virgin, but had lots of knowledge, book learning. I thought I was mature; I had made it out of High School after all. My life was going nowhere, but I didn't care. I had a part-time job that gave me enough money for gas, junk food, and quarters for the arcade. That is where I first saw her in a video.