But it soon and unmistakably morphed for both of us into a conversation about what it would ‘really be like’ – with the implicit sub-text that, ...without ever saying it, we were both thinking about whether or not we would do this thing.And as the days and weeks of conversation passed, Claire and I became more comfortable opening up and being really honest with each other.Claire admitted that, only having had two boyfriends before me (both of whom were white and similarly endowed as me), she was. I looked around me, saw my brother with his picture of Hayley, and the "fasten your seat belts" light blinking and making that ridiculous noise. The flight attendants were coming around with trash bags collecting everyone's left over drinks and trash. I realized that I had slept the entire trip. No wonder, we had left our house at like three in the morning, and of course I had been up until like twelve at least talking to my best friends. Yeah, three hours of sleep, not a good thing.Then it hit. You look beautiful in your flowery summer frock and bright red pumps, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, lipstick matching your shoes. You blush slightly, and smile wider when I tell you how good you look. I take your hand, leading you down the stairs and out to the car, soaking up the unaccustomed heat from the sun. A luxurious warmth on the skin. Bliss. We drive, south along the coast and then cutting inland to a patch of woodland, where I pull in to the side of the road. I open up the. "I told her I'd let her suck your dick but she had to let you fuck her." Seriously?" he asked, very much more confused. "So she didn't want to fuck me . . ." No," I said, "she did, but she doesn't feel like fucking everyone she blows. She just loves giving blowjobs. Don't you love getting BJs?"Franky was finally starting to lighten up. My attitude towards sex seemed to confuse him. So I explained a little further."We grow up thinking it's okay for guys to get as much pussy as we want because.