Can I watch?

"Can I p-please watch?" I ask with baited breath.

Rose smiles even wider, then she turns and whispers in her bull's ear again. His smile widens too.

"What's your name, bitch?" The bull asks me.

"Simon" I mutter back.

"Heh, of course a punk ass bitch would have a name like that. I'm Jerome." He replies. He offers up his black, muscular hand. I shake it. The power. The masculinity. THIS was a real man. His grip felt so confident and manly. I had to quickly shy away from it.

"So, you're a cuck then?" Rose asked.

"Yeah. kinda something like that." I mutter shyly. "I guess I just really like you, but you only fuck black guys, so..."

"Awwww! You hear that, Jerome? It seems little Simon has a little crush on me." Rose's laugh filled my heart. I was proud to make her laugh like that, even if it was at my own expense.

I locked eyes with her. My heart started racing. "I REALLY like you. I know you and him aren't technically dating, so I want to give it a shot."

Rose's stared intensely back into my eyes, her face was quizzical. Curious. "Okay, I'll make a deal with you." She finally said. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. Her breath felt like honey. "Meet me in the boys locker room during lunch time."

My face grew bright red. I did it! I actually did it.

"Y-yes ma'am! I mean...okay. I can do that." I tried to keep a cool, level head at the proposal. It was so enticing that I could hardly sit still in my chair.

Rose leaned back into Jerome's arm, resting herself in his warmth. But she kept looking over at me. She winked. I couldn't contain my excitement.