“It will be okay -- whatever you decide.” Mary stared through Maddi as she pondered. Her chest heaved while the gears in her head clicked away. I...t was a split second that seemed endless. She sat up on her knees and mashed her skinny legs together and it felt the wetness that soaked her newly deflowered pussy. The pressure sent a sinful gush of pleasure to her middle. It was enough of an adrenaline rush to put her over the edge.“Baby!” Maddi cooed when Mary wrapped her trembling fingers around. When the streetlights turned green, her dad drove away and Laura closed her eyes, to keep the image of this boy with his bopping penis alive inside her mind.They drove through a few other little towns, but she didn't see other naked people around. They were now driving through an area that Laura didn't know all too well. This was the other side of the Country, and she hadn't been here often. Not that it was so far away from where they lived, but normally, when they went away, they mostly would. One snowy night, I leaned over and blew a raspberry on Galina’s stomach. She wriggled away giggling, and there was fire in her eyes. I kissed lower down her stomach, and her eyes grew wider as I pulled her panties aside to find a beautifully shaved pussy. She had never allowed me to do this before. I could smell her excitement and I became hard as a rock. I kissed her thighs and around her pussy as she wriggled to escape. I moved between her thighs and kissed her pussy while holding her ass. I started writing the story when I was a freshman, and basically saved the whole thing as a Microsoft Word document which I emailed myself. Jordan was something of an artist and he encouraged me to keep writing. I began to re-write and edit the story, fleshing it out. Before long, I had a three-hundred-page book. I really developed the story. The book was titled Modern Black Genius. The hero of the tale was a Boston-based Haitian-American college student named Michael Marks, and he was leaving.