It was Dylan who sought Myrna out the next morning, meeting her at her locker as she arrived at school.

“I can’t get over how your mom wasn’t pissed,” said Dylan. “Are you sure she knew what we were doin’?”

“Yeah, she knew,” Myrna assured him. “She even saw the wet spots on my blouse an’ knew what it was.”

“She did?!”

“I was pretty surprised, too. It’s like all she cared about was me not gettin’ knocked up. She even said she’d be home late tonight an’ how if we keep my door closed, she’ll leave us alone.”

“No way!” Dylan was incredulous.

“That’s what she said an’ I believe her,” shrugged Myrna.

“So…, you wanna go to your place after school?”

“Okay.”

* * *

The apartment was empty when the teenaged couple entered it. They headed straight for the bedroom, this time closing the door after them. No sooner had Myrna sat on the bed than Dylan was pushing her onto her back, pressing his lips to hers. As he explored her mouth with his tongue, he worked his hand up under her blouse and groped her breasts on top of her bra.

Dylan was rapidly getting worked up and Myrna could feel his erection through his pants on her thigh. The white boy was even unconsciously humping her. The scene was sexually charged and the colored girl was definitely getting aroused by it, however, she also felt happy that she could inspire this degree of lust in him.

“Hey, Myrna…,” rasped Dylan. “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. But, today she didn’t care about that. Dylan wanted her and wanted her badly. Myrna was enjoying the feeling of being so desired and loved the idea of getting the white boy even more excited over her.

“‘kay,” Myrna replied softly. “Let me up an’ I’ll take it off for you.”

Dylan got off of Myrna’s body and she sat up on the bed. She pulled her blouse off and after a moment’s hesitation unclasped her bra and removed it. The white boy’s eyes were fixed on the negro girl’s bare breasts.

“Damn, you got great tits…,” he said, not looking up from them.

Reaching out, Dylan put his hands on Myrna’s naked breasts, squeezing the gently. The white boy’s touch made the colored girl’s pussy tingle.

“They’re so soft…”, he went on. “Can I… suck on ’em?”

“Uh huh,” she responded.

Pushing Myrna down onto the bed on her back, Dylan kissed her nipples, first one for a bit, and then the other. The chocolate brown nubs hardened quickly and soon he was sucking on them as if they might actually produce milk. The black teenager’s pussy was jumping now and it was all she could do to keep herself from humping at the boy’s body on top of her. His erection pressed into her thigh.

“You… uh… wanna play with my cock?” he asked.