A line, a splash of color, she had said, and she had done those, and alittle more, for me. And I'd felt a new world open. Shaking, I had steppedinside.... I'd felt someone new emerge within me, a new me. Petals spreading,soft, lush from a hard and tiny bud. For all the fear I felt while walkingin the new she gave me, I'd also felt other things. Things I barely daredto name, even whisper to myself, alone and naked and hidden in thesteaming mist. A sense, perhaps, of a buffer gone, a shell, a. I got grounded at home even longer by my parents, even though deep down I know that my dad was proud of me.It was funny but those guys never teased Aliana again while I was around. I found out she lived in the projects and went to visit her whenever I could. I brought her over to our house and my parents were surprised she was of mixed race. I guess I didn't really have many black friends especially girls. She was so darn cute and nice they had to like her.We were pals; we didn't spend all our. ..." Ask what?" I replied, wanting to make her say the words."He's going to want to know" she said, "if he can see me this week?" See you" I said, raising an eyebrow."Okay...." She said, admitting defeat, "He's going to want to know if he and I can have sex this week." So you're acknowledging that YOUR ability to fuck HIM" I said slowly, "is totally up to ME?" Of course" she replied, with a smile, "I'm YOUR whore now."I smiled and patted her on her ass."Yes, you are" I agreed."So?" She. I pinned my hair back, which she watched curiously, her eyes exploring my naked body. She picked up a hair tie and fumbled with it. "Like this," I said, pulling her hair through it into a pony tail. "Beautiful," I whispered, smoothing her black hair back. Her eyes were like those of a doe as she gazed at me. I took her again, kissing her deeply as our hands explored each other. I loved how the arch of her back felt, and her thighs, and her butt, all of her really. Our nipples together felt.