I grab it, try it and we almost fall in…giggling. The door falls closed. Your face, still smirking, looks at me intensely. I bite my lip. You walk u...p to me and turn me around so that my back is facing you. You start kissing my neck, hands cupping my breasts and I move my hips back to grind on you. I can feel you growing. You unbutton my shirt from behind and it slips to the floor and then my pants follow and I step out of them. You start to kiss down my back and I feel the clasp of my bra. Greg looked hungry for more than just that. He undressed me, held my tits then sucked each nipple with great force. I held his dick and jerked as he got me more excited. I let out a loud moan as he nibbled my nipples. Greg’s hand was working my shorts down. His kisses went south. I leaned on the bed, before Greg spread my legs to slide his thick length deep. I took him with eagerness and a big smile of relief. He fucked me fast and hard, and then as I came all over him, he pulled out. “Dammit,” he would say, “you may have to be in the same school as them, but you sure as hell won’t have nothing to do with ‘em.” So he would rant when ever he had enough extra money to get a bottle of booze, which thankfully was not often. Kim’s daddy had other issues. Years earlier, while he was a child, his grandpa was lynched and burned at the stake by the KKK, so he had no love, nor trust for any “Whitey” in his heart. Kim and I had every class together, or so it seemed, we were constantly. Olivia must have sensed her hesitation, because she said gently, “you don’t have to tell me now. If you decide to do it, request the at-home session on your way out. If you decide not to, you don’t need to explain. In the meantime, your hour is up. The bath is ready if you’d like to freshen up before you leave.” Olivia gave Lydia an almost wistful look, then slipped out the door. Lydia sat on the massage table for a couple of minutes, her thoughts swirling. Finally she stood, picked up her.