They were young, restless, and bored beyond depression. The two nursing students had been in Gwen’s cramped, single-person, dorm room since coming back from supper, smoking and joking, talking about school, men, and life while playing Beatles LP’s, keeping the incense burner going, and steadily draining the bottle of bourbon Mark had left, “for safe keeping,” before flying home for a friend’s wedding.“It serves him right,” announced Gwen, in a defiant, only slightly slurred, voice.”Say what?” asked Ann, standing over at the desk they’d converted into a make-shift bar.”I said it serves him right. Our drinking his bourbon and all.”Ann raised an eyebrow. “And just for the record, this ‘him’ is that redneck boyfriend of yours, right?””Yeah,” Gwen sighed. “Mark.””Gwen Kaplan you listen to me. Haven’t I told you to forget that cracker, at least for tonight.” Ann chided. “This is our night to get mellow and forget about men.” She stepped across the narrow room with two more glasses of bourbon and Diet Rite soda, “So take this and drink up.””Thanks,” Gwen took a long sip, her eyes following her friend as she moved to sit at the other end of the room’s narrow bed.With her warm tan skin, sexy little figure, and sassy attitude, Ann Elmore, exuded a self-confidence the shy, taller Gwen had always envied.”But why should you want to forget about guys?” Gwen frowned. “You seem to get anyone you want.””I wish. But I’ll admit, I’ve been pretty lucky when it comes to guys I’ve had the hots for. For me, the trick is to limit myself to brothers I dig and only when I’m interested. That’s what’s important. Men are just a bunch of horny goats trying to get laid.”“Maybe so, but you seem to like them okay. I mean you must have dated every good-looking black guy in New York.”“Sure I like going out with them, but I’ve got no illusions. Dudes just want to get laid. And I use that fact to stay in control. It’s when they start acting like they’re God’s gift to women, that I really get turned off. The bottom line is, I don’t ever expect them to be after anything but my snatch. But like I said, they’re usually so desperate for it, I can control the situation. Then it’s okay, even fun.”She paused to take a thoughtful sip of her drink, then said,”I’ve had this attitude ever since, back in high school, my senior English teacher, a white dude name, Mr. Langley, made me put out for a grade.”Gwen stared at her friend in stunned disbelief. She’d heard of these things happening but didn’t think she’d ever known anyone who had actually gone through something quite so terrible.”What happened?” she asked, eyes wide. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me, that is, well, you know.”Ann laughed at the embarrassed stammers. “No sweat, drink up and I’ll tell you the gory details while I fix another round.”Gwen studied her half-full glass, shrugged, finished it off and handed it over.“Actually the story is pretty simple,” Ann sighed, Like I said, I had Mr. Langley for English my senior year. I had to pull an A in his class to have any hope of getting the scholarship I needed to get in here.“I really busted my butt in that class. But English çankaya escort can be so damn subjective and Langley was tough. Anyway, with about two months to go in school, I still had that damn C and my other grades were beginning to suffer. By then, it was obvious that no amount of studying would ever get me an A.”Ann paused while fishing a new can of diet soda from the room’s mini-fridge. “So I waited after class one day and asked him if there was anything special I could do to earn an A. He gave me this big smile and said that if I’d attend some private tutoring sessions at his apartment for about three hours each Saturday afternoon from then until graduation, pulling an A wouldn’t be a problem.”He’d been coming on to me all year, so that’s what I’d expected him to say. I haggled him down to two hours, but couldn’t get out of showing up at his place every Saturday to study “body English” as he liked to call it.”Ann picked up a glass, stirred it with a pencil while walking toward Gwen. “That’s the story of my debauchery, here’s your drink.”Gwen watched as Ann went back to retrieve her own drink. Dressed in her old, long-sleeved, white cotton nightgown, Ann didn’t fit the image of someone who had been forced to, in effect, prostitute herself to get into college.”Was it bad?” Gwen couldn’t help but ask.“If you mean the afternoons with Mr. Langley, no not really.” Ann paused to lick the pencil clean she’d used to stir the drinks. “I hated being forced to do it and having to please him. It really got to me, especially at first. But for a skinny white guy he wasn’t that bad looking or into anything too weird. In fact, there is one thing he did do for me.”She sat on the bed near Gwen, drink in hand. “Most black people aren’t much into oral sex. I sure wasn’t. I’d been fooling around with guys since the tenth grade. But the idea of putting a dick in my mouth absolutely turned me off.”If a guy tried to con me into going down on him, I’d say okay but you go first, down on me that is, and they’d always back out. Which was fine with me because I figured any guy who’d do that had to be really weird.“So I guess it also figures it was someone who was really weird, dear Mr. Langley, who did me first. The second time I went over to his place, he wanted me to go down on him. When I said, ‘You first,’ the son-of-a-bitch said he’d love to.””That really freaked me. But I had to be cool if I wanted that damn A, so I tried to sweet talk him out of it but he insisted. All I could do was make like Queen Victoria, you know, lay back, spread my legs, and think of England. But it really wasn’t that bad. In fact, it was a blast.” Her pleased grin contrasted with Gwen’s nervous, embarrassed smile.“I figured he’d dive right in,” Ann continued, “but instead, he started out with some serious kissing and stroking. And after awhile, I started to relax.”That’s when he began working his way down my body, kissing and licking things like, you know, my neck and shoulders, not just the boobs. Oh, he played with them of course, but mainly he kept moving down.”He’d just started licking rus escort my belly button when…”.”Gwen’s half-suppressed giggle broke into Ann’s story.”Girl, I swear it’s true,” she laughed. “Anyway, I just knew he’d chow down then. Instead, he licked and nibbled down one leg and then up the other. In fact, he worked on one thigh so much he gave me a hickey. And believe me girl, when a black person can see a hickey on their thigh, you know that’s one serious assed hickey.”This time Gwen laughed without restraint or embarrassment. She felt great. The bourbon had relaxed her while Ann’s sexual saga had, to her surprise, begun to turn her On just a bit.Ann laid a hand on Gwen’s bare thigh. “Shush, girl. You’ll just have to control yourself or I’ll never finish this tale of my downfall. So drink up and hush-up while I continue.”Gwen nodded. The small brown hand resting on her bare, pale leg felt warm and, well, nice. She hadn’t thought about it before, but now decided skipping pajama bottoms and just wearing panties and Mark’s old olive-drab fatigue shirt had been a good idea.She managed to keep her long legs stretched out across the bed while leaning closer to promise Ann her total silence.With her hand still resting on Gwen’s thigh, Ann scooted closer. “Well when Mr. Langley finally got to my snatch, he seemed to spend forever licking around the outside. Then he licked where it counts and, oh, my God, talk about a rush.””By then, I’d gotten so turned on, I nearly came off the bed. Then I did it again when he first touched me with his fingers, you know, down there. The next thing I knew he was licking his tongue right over my clit. Talk about your basic Fourth of July! I started coming and didn’t think I’d ever stop.”After what seemed like a dozen more climaxes, I got so sensitive, I had to beg him to quit. By then it was pretty late, so I figured I’d finish him off with a quick wham bam thank you ma’am, and split. But damn if that quickie wasn’t one of the best lays I’ve ever had. After all he’d done to my pussy it was so sensitive the entire thing was one incredible rush.“Take it from me, I learned a lot about oral sex and nothing about English during the rest of our, ‘study sessions’. I’ve had it both ways since then, and while I’m still not crazy about giving head, I do love it when someone goes down on me. My problem is, like I said, most black guys just aren’t into oral sex, and thanks to Langley, I only go out with brothers.”It was an understandable attitude, thought Gwen, as she savored her warm, sensual, drowsy feeling. Besides, it was Ann’s business not….”Hey, wait a minute,” she said, looking over at Ann. “What about that guy from India, the doctor you dated a few times last summer.””Point,” said Ann. “Give me your glass. We can finish off Mark’s bottle while I explain all that.”As Ann mixed the drinks, Gwen stretched and without protest or alarm, found herself sliding effortlessly down the wall until coming to rest sprawled on her back, hips at the edge of the bed, feet touching the floor.This unexpected motion caused her Army shirt to ride up, exposing eryaman escort both her panties, which had been pulled into a ‘wedgie’ and her stomach. As she reached down, to untuck her panties, she got distracted by the sight of her now bare belly button and began absent-mindedly exploring it with her fingertip.Drinks in hand, Ann turned around, then paused when she noticed her friend’s finger play. Wordlessly, she nodded to herself, then changed expressions from a small, knowing smile to a big, teasing grin. “Thinking about Mr. Langley?” she said, handing over a glass.The question startled Gwen. Slightly flustered, she used the offending hand to grab a pillow, then propped her head up before taking the drink. “just wool-gathering, I suppose.””Sure you were,” smirked Ann, as she sat down with one leg tucked under facing the mostly prone Gwen.“Now about the good Dr. Gandhi, or whatever his name was. He was kinda shy but he’d been trying to work up the nerve to ask me out all summer. I kind of liked him but the doctor-student nurse thing kept putting me off, that plus the fact that he wasn’t black. But the thing was, the more I got to know him the more he acted like a real human being instead of a doctor.”She paused and frowned.“Here, take a big swig of that drink and give it to me, you’re going to spill it all over the bed.”Gwen, who had been trying to balance the glass on top of her now unoccupied naval, did as ordered and settled back down.Ann put the glasses on Gwen’s nightstand and continued.”As usual, I had the evening shift. He came in on late rounds just after I’d given out meds and gotten the patients settled down. Later, we were alone in the examination room. Since I was being transferred to another unit, odds were it would the last time we’d work together. I told him how much I appreciated the way he’d always treated me like a human being instead of just another nursing student.”Well girl, I’ll have you know, he said I was a superior student, had been a pleasure to work with, and that he liked me a lot,” said Ann, pretending to smirk.“So I said thank you kindly and told him that he had been fun to work with. Then he looked at me with those big, brown eyes and asked me for a date.””I told him no, of course. But instead of just shooting him down, I tried to explain why I only dated black guys. He nodded, said he understood and that he respected my stance, but asked me to consider doing just one special thing for him.”Ann casually placed her hand back on Gwen’s thigh. “With that, he whips out his dick. It was uncircumcised and seemed on the small side, but it was kinda cute.” Gwen snickered. “I kid you not,” laughed Ann.”Anyway, it was clear what he wanted, and judging from his thing, what the man needed. In a way, I felt he was due some sort of reward for having been so damn nice. But you better believe, if he hadn’t been such a neat dude, I’d have just pulled the old point and laugh routine.”With no warning, Ann leaned closer and stuck a fingertip into Gwen’s naval while chanting, “belly button, belly button.” Gwen laughed in surprise and gently slapped at Ann’s probing fingertip. Eventually, Ann let her finger be pushed away, only to begin casually sliding it across Gwen’s exposed belly.“Besides,” she said, continuing her story, “I hadn’t fooled around in that hospital once all summer. So I sashayed over, grabbed his dick, and gave him a big kiss.