Do you remember the matching outfits that mom used to make us wear to church? You got to wear a pretty dress and I had to wear a suit. I asked mom a f...ew times if I could wear a dress but she always scolded me, "Don't be silly. Boys don't wear dresses". I hoped my obsession would lessen as I got older but it actually got worse. By the time we got into high school your closet became my refuge and your makeup table became my playground. I did my best to break myself of this curse during college. All my classes had surprise quizzes today so all the teachers kept a close eye on everyone.’ She pouted at me, ‘Even during lunch?’ I smiled, ‘Sorry. I promise I’ll read it later.’ She sighed, ‘Fine. So what are you doing this weekend?’ I smiled at her, ‘More than likely fending for myself seeing how my parents went on travel this morning and won’t be back until sometime next week. How about you?’ She looked at me, ‘I have no idea. Probably nothing. So seeing how you’re parents are gone, are. We left the classroom together; Kayla walking briskly towards the front entrance, me falling into step behind her. I enjoyed watching how her hair bounced and then fell back into place around her shoulders as she walked. She seemed to take for granted that I was following. At the front of the school, as I stepped outside into the gray drizzle that was falling to light a cigarette, Kayla suddenly turned to me. "Hey, do you feel like having a drink somewhere?" she asked. "After that, I feel like. ''looking up my hands taking his bbc over his sweat pants''oh yes ok lets go in the bathroom then''so easy, i told myself my knees hitting the floor infront of him legs spread sit on the toilet bowl so easy and fun sucking a young bbc, made me horny to feel him in mehe just watch as i wet all of his nice cock and sit on him all the way downwe kissed as wefuck , he told me he always wanted to try a white boy and i kiss him , telling him i love his black cocki never felt so good than when he look.