‘Hey, Johnny.’ He shook suddenly and looked up into Maggie’s face. ‘Hey,’ he said, smiling his broad smile. ‘I about gave up on you.’ Sh... sat and put her bag beside the chair. It was one of the outdoor cafes she liked. ‘You looked a million miles away,’ she said, flagging a waiter. ‘Dreaming of long lost loves, I take it?’ ‘How well you read my face.’ ‘It’s a nice face, easy to read.’ She took his tea and sipped. ‘You always take it so black,’ her face was a grimace as she sipped again. ‘Why?’. I didn't approach them ever, and I just admired their masculine behavior from afar.But, I had been "brainwashed" by my parents into believing that I would only marry a successful white man someday. They were racist, and my father was the worst half of them. He always told me and my 3 younger sisters that he would totally "disown" us if we were to bring a black boyfriend around. I just kept my little fantasy to myself because of this.I hated my father's thinking.With a month to go in my senior. Ten AM, maybe Erica is up. I found the card she had left me and punched the number into my cell phone. There was no answer, so I left her a message to call me on her answering machine and went to have a shower. I’d already put the coffee on. It would be ready when I finished my morning ablutions. I had just poured my first coffee when the doorbell rang. I expected it to be one of my sisters, so just pushed the button to allow them into the building. To my utter surprise, Erica was standing. I could see a guy near where her head was reclined pumping his ass and hips. He was replaced by another and another as thin black guys, fat black guys, old black guys and street thugs took turns in one of her holes. All the while I heard her lose control and wail in orgasm over and over again My own cock was still raging hard and belly hurt with desire. My wrists were raw from trying to get my hands on my cock. I could see that they had got her up and a guy with a big cock had sat on the chair.