She paused, like she was trying to figure out how she should ask it. Finally, she looked him in the eyes, and asked, "Why can't more guys be like you?...He thought for a moment, and shuffled his weight before answering. He had the feeling she wasn't flirting with him, and needed a real answer. Finally, he said, "Because if they were, you wouldn't date them."It was her turn to ponder for a moment. "Are we really that screwed up?" she pleaded softly.He didn't know how to answer her, but opened his. I swallowed as I kept licking at her clit. Soon she relaxed her legs and drew away from my face.I kissed her wet inner thighs several times. My face was soaked. Some of it was even in my hair. I asked, "Enough?"My head was resting on her left thigh. The odor of our lovemaking was very strong with my face down there. "I don't know, let me catch my breath." she then asked, "How was it for you?" "Exciting, in a very nasty way." I said."I understand that," she said. "It turns me on so much seeing. Something she had regretted ever since. As she thought about her, she wondered if she'd maybe be there. It would be nice to see her again, perhaps giving her a chance to talk with her and make amends.One thing Lana remembered about their relationship were the many evenings they had spent sleeping over at one another's places. They had often stayed up until the wee hours, discussing their dreams, their futures. And of course... guys. Though Lana later learned about a year after graduation that. She was not really aware of it at first until one of her Black female friends took her in to the women's room and said, "Look girl, you need to pick a time and place, and let one or the other, or both have you and fuck that booty good, cause the rest of us are getting tired of this little game that is going on, cause these two clowns can't see any other woman in this office but your Filipino ass!" She busted out laughing and asked, "What do you mean?!" her coworker told her how these two guys.