”I crawled into bed next to her. I licked my palm and began to stroke slowly. Maureen laid her head on my chest and watched. She would touch it a...s I slid my hand up and down. Her hair was all over my chest and I could feel her breath on my shaft. She was still moist from her sweat and her smell was intoxicating. Maureen had begun to touch herself again. We were both awash in pleasure. We may not have known anything about sex, but there was something primal inside us that triggered these. For all of us. Mom would be too if she knew, but I don't think she has much of a clue about STDs. She's been so sheltered sexually that it's ridiculous.Heather pulled her tank top off and stood there topless. "It's good doing business with you, kind sir. What say we do a little bit of celebrating to seal the deal?"He looked around in panic. "Heather, put your top back on! What the hell are you thinking?! We're in the middle of the school parking lot!" I know," she smiled, unperturbed. "Isn't it. I want to make this perfectly clear. I am not a racist. I am not one of those black folks who blame all their problems on white people. I am an educated young black man. I take responsibilities for my own actions. I have white male and white female friends. I am not prejudiced. I know that all of humanity is flawed. But I also find it unfair that white men bear the brunt of the trauma when it comes to being branded a racist. Many white women you see everyday hate the black men and black women. She could barely squirm away from his obscene movements, pinned helplessly against the wall by his stronger body.A searing light flashed in Donny's mind. He lost sense of place. He could no longer feel the girl, his weight, or his place on the sidewalk beside the storefront. He felt suddenly alone, isolated, immersed in a blaze of red heat that filled his skull, his senses, all of his awareness.Let her go!Donny fell back, staggered, and would have fallen into the gutter but for the grill of the.