Even I can admit that she’s like a goddess… Rock hard abs, breasts the size of melons, thicc muscular legs and a cock almost as long as my arm. �...�Don’t make me grab my phone and start sending out texts.”I swallow my pride and start talking off my clothes. Once I’m completely naked, she stares down my hairless, petite body with a gleam in her eye. “Damn white boy! You look more like more of a girl than some of the bitches I’ve fucked. With a dick like that, you could be a girl.” My face burns. It just sounded nasty and what she had done hadn't been nasty at all. It had been loving. "I love you." I said instead."I know you do, and I love you too. Do you understand that?" Yes." And you understand that what happened is going to happen again? I mean I want it to happen again. This is all new to me too, but I want to be able to do things with you." What kind of things?" I asked. Then I wondered why I'd been stupid enough to tie her down."I don't know yet," she said. "I mean there are some. Thanksgiving is coming up. I'm sure you don't have classes on Thursday or Friday. Do you have to work at your regular job?" No, Thanksgiving is a long weekend for me. Why?" I already knew the answer."That's a real busy time for us, and we sure could use the extra help. If you would come in on Thursday and Friday, as well as Saturday, I'll mark your time sheet with time-and-a-half for Thursday and regular time on Friday. That way, you'll be able to cut a few weekends from your sentence. You. "Have a nice weekend! Remember to sign out" He continued. I never spoke to him ever since the semester started. To me, he was like the stuck up and conceited type. I was afraid of getting 'diss' by him.The thing that troubled me was the fact that he was White. As a Black person whom just migrated in the States, it was pretty intense when it came to inter-racial relationships. Well, let's say-- I was never attracted to them. I had White friends, but I never saw them as a Sexual Thing. They.