Thats what my mother said I was, a deviant. Katies tormenting thoughts fled as her hands gripped the long cucumber, and she imagined it penetrating he... hot hole, right there in the store. A sigh escaped her lips at the image. Katie was supposed to go to Kimmys wedding with Richard, but she went alone instead. She and Richard had dated for six months before she agreed to move in with him. After a year, they had been talking about getting married. Katies life seemed as normal as it had ever been.. The color was spectacular in the setting of her dark skin, which was some rich shade between mahogany and ebony, maybe walnut. In places, it reminded me of black cherries.I licked and sucked her lips, slurping as she became wetter. And then I had a terrible urge to lick her arse, so I lifted her legs and attempted to get my tongue in there, but she resisted.“Not now,” she said. “Please.”“Next time?” I bargained.“Okay,” she said. “Just fuck me now.” It was almost a whisper, this shocking. " No," she said. "Your stab wound."I must have turned four shades of red. She held the cheeks of my bum open and was staring at my arse hole."That's my arsehole, silly." Was it possible she could be that naive.She pressed a finger lightly against it. "It doesn't hurt?"It didn't hurt. As a matter of fact it felt wickedly delightful. I had never had anyone touch me there in such a manner. Who would?"Of course it doesn't hurt. You know very well everyone has an arsehole." I said, pushing her hand. Slowly walked across the parking lot, always mindful of everybody else, keeping my head down and my distance. He said he was in 227, and I’ve remembered that number for who knows why. I climbed the steps and turned down the walkway towards the room. Again, I hesitated as I went to knock on the door.What the fuck am I doing?I’m about to get laid, is what I’m doing, I shivered.I knocked lightly. I could hear him stirring, then walking towards the door. I rubbed my palms together then straightened.