"It's cool man," said Tyrone, "I always thought you might have been gay. I mean these first few weeks I have been running through chicks and you keep ...leaving parties early." Emily whispered something into Tyrone's ear and he smiled and nodded back at her. Emily came over and grabbed my hand and said, "come with me, we are going to get you ready." What is she talking about," I thought to myself."It's OK for white girls to want big black cock, just not white boys," said Emily. I was so horny and. .........the bastard. We round the corner of the small industrial unit and I notice the taxi office bearing the same name as on the car, great! Attached to this particular taxi office is a small but well used massage parlour/brothel (I know because Simon has made me go their with him to have sex with female prostitutes while he watches) he walks past the taxi office signalling to others within and into the pink doors of the brothel, inside it smells of sin and baby oil. I am led to the make. We were both just old enough to date at school events and nothing more. We talked until the music got so loud we couldn’t hear anymore, and then we got up and danced until we were sweaty and exhausted.The dance ended and I walked Rhonda home. It was after 11:00 and we had midnight curfews, so we weren’t talking much as we walked through the Ballard neighborhood where we lived.Then it happened.The backs of our hands touched as we walked along. Once. Twice. The third time they seemed to stick. I was wearing grey shorts that hid nothing, accenting my plump ready ass, I wanted him to know what he was getting into. He arrived after about 20 minutes, we shook hands and went upstairs. He commented on how hot my ass looked in the elevator, edging closer, he gave it a solid grab sending tingles up my spine, I needed this. As we walked to my room he stayed a little behind me, eyeing what he would soon take for himself. We got into my room, and he popped into the bathroom to freshen up, I.