Learning from my Black Master

Punctually, you again hear Andrew and his latest conquest begin foreplay before a long night of sex. It's become a habit. At first you didn't pay much attention to him: you're both young and it's normal for him to go out partying and come home with a girl, but over time, as you didn't, the sounds coming from his room kept you awake. Now, there is no weekend that you don't hear them, sometimes during the week.

You chose the apartment because it was very cheap and Andrew seemed nice. He was a young black guy, athletic and a little taller than you, but not intimidating. The truth is that Andrew had charisma and charm, he always said things in a calm voice and with the feeling that he didn't take anything too seriously. He was pleasant company and after a while living together you became friends.

But tonight is different. Tonight the woman's voice begging him to fuck her is not an anonymous voice. You saw them arrive, by accident. You decided not to go out today, depressed by all the times you've wanted to take a girl home with you without getting anything more than a bruised ego and stayed up late playing video games. You went to the bathroom before going to bed and as you were heading to your room, you heard the sound of keys and the door opening. Andrew and his lover didn't see you in the dimness of the living room, busy as they were undressing each other and rubbing each other's bodies, intertwining their tongues. You were petrified, at first out of embarrassment at being discovered, then because you recognized her.

It was Angela , your high school crush. She hadn't changed a bit, except for the provocative strapless dress that now half hung from just one of her shoulders. You had been after her for many years before you started trying to pick up other girls, but you had never forgotten her, her soft brown hair, her sweet, confident voice, her gray eyes.

Before you could react, Andrew and Angela had gone into her room and closed the door, oblivious to your presence. You returned to your room still in shock and lay down on the bed. You knew it wouldn't be long before you heard the same sounds you hear every weekend. Now they have started and you can't sleep.