"Not until you say you like it. I want to hear you say you like me fucking you." No." Come on, man. We're both straight. We just happen to like fuckin... each other. Why can't you just say it?" Jeff's thrusting became more forceful as his voice became more intense and emotional. "What are you scared of? It's just getting off. It's not gay. It's not!" In that moment I understood why he wanted and needed to fuck me and to hear me say it. It was obvious for as much as he said he enjoyed what we were. She grew up loving horses at her uncle's farm, so she went to college to become a vet. She was a cheerleader. That's about all the specifics I know." "Good, good. Look into her eyes in the mirror, and ask her name." "Who are you?" I said, looking at myself (and her ghost image) in the mirror. I saw my mouth move, and heard words coming back, but it wasn't me speaking. It was Her. I could see and hear everything, but I had no control of myself at all. "My name is Sarah." she said through me. "I. The unfinished business was that she wanted to give me my very first BJ to go with my very first fuck. I protested at first but she pushed me back and had my pants undone and down around my thighs in a second. Her hands were hot as she wrapped them around me and slowly teased the head and tip. She started slow but began to build a rhythm as my hips arched to get as close to her mouth as possible. She changed speeds and grips as little moans and gasps escaped my lips.I was lost in a haze. "That's cool and all, but I didn't say the fucking me part was optional," she said."What?" he asked. "I'm putting you back on the team, you were damn near good enough without all this, so it's not a problem."She shrugged. "I've got myself all worked up with the idea of a black man fucking me. Be damned if you're not one of maybe ten in town." Cindy turned and closed his office door, the glass rattled in the frame loosely. She twisted the little butterfly latch that locked it."Goddamn, Cindy,".