“Like this?” she asked. I can’t help feelin’ a little proud.”
“You’re proud that he was starin’ at your chest?” asked Myrna. Indian sex “Dylan’s got stuff to do anyways, so I’ll be goin’ over to Paula’s house as usual.”
* * *
The mysterious Thursdays, thought Myrna as she lay in bed. “I kept my pants on so don’t worry.”
“Okay, I’m sorry,” Gloria apologized. It ain’t about respect, it’s about appreciation. “I’ll see ya tomorrow at school,” said Myrna. I don’t think he’s gonna think anythin’ bad ’bout you for givin’ him what he wants.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, there’s some white men who see black girls different ‘n white girls,” explained Gloria. Pre-cum drooled out. “I can’t get over how your mom wasn’t pissed,” said Dylan. “I… Pushing Myrna down onto the bed on her back, Dylan kissed her nipples, first one for a bit, and then the other. “It feels so good.”
“It’s okay…,” replied Myrna softly. “It feels so good.”
“It’s okay…,” replied Myrna softly. “How ’bout takin’ your top off so I can get a better feel.”
Yesterday, she might have refused in the interest of not coming off as an easy slutty girl. They lay there for a few minutes before getting up. Myrna thought about it and knew it was true.
