The bricked path yawns away below us. Beside me, Obie licks his lips without looking up. One hand holds a pencil but he's not working on his notes an...more than I am. His fingers continue to trace a path up the smooth flesh of my thigh, working their way unhurriedly towards my skirt's hemline. It's summer, my legs are bare and I kicked off my Havanas half an hour ago. I can feel my own hands beginning to shake. A warm palm presses down on my skin. I glance across at him and he's staring at me.. Do you want a lick when I am finished? I will save you some of my candy cane.“Oh fuck,” escapes your lips. “Fuck.” And you reach for your lotion on your nightstand. Time for a stronger rubdown.I squeeze my legs together as I see you squirt the lotion in your palm, my nerve-endings firing as I imagine the ecstasy your hand is about to bring your aching cock.As your fingers turn white clutching your phone, your hand strokes your cock again, base to tip, lubricating yourself. You linger at your. I started to say something (I don't remember what) but then I heard him saying something first."You know," he said, "I sorta feel bad for you. Officer Robinson told me a little bit... about your situation."I looked up at him, and when he smiled I couldn't help but smile back. I felt just a little better then. I noticed how much younger he appeared when he smiled at me like that.We sort of smiled at each other for a while, and then I looked down. I was looking at my dress. You could see right. .." He opened his mouth."Yeah, you do." I laughed, holding his arm tight and moving through the club, weaving between half-drunk college kids towards the doors."You're fuckin' with me, right?" He asked loudly as the music picked up again, the deep bass rumbling through my tummy."Pretty soon." I promised. "You ever had a black girl?" No." He shook his handsome blond head and his bright blue eyes were gorgeous. "I never..." You know what they say, once you go black, you'll never go back." I.