Twenty-three years old. 

     Althea had a PHD in African American Studies, and, so far as Adam knew, was in her late twenties or early thirties. She wore huge, round glasses. 

     She removed them when they got to her bedroom. 

     "I don't know how I get myself into these things," she said. 

     "Once we get started it'll be okay."  

     They removed their shoes before getting under the covers of her immaculately-made bed. As they kissed, Adam kept getting the feeling that Althea thought the whole idea of sticking your tongue in someone else's mouth and allowing their tongue to enter your mouth was kind of icky. Adam caressed her body as they kissed, see if he could massage the tension out of her body. Without saying anything, they seem to mutually decide that it would probably be best to just strip and get started.  

     A closet door was slightly open, and the closet light was on, which was where any illumination came from. Adam didn't watch her undress because he knew women felt very vulnerable at that time. He did get one quick glance, though. With slim fingers, she touched a wall with her left hand while, with the other, she removed her panties. She had a full, bushy black cunt. She cut the hair on her head close to her scalp. She wasn't fat by any means, but her gut became a pot belly as she bent over.  

     They climbed back under the covers.  

     It didn't begin well. It was, like, every time Adam touched any part of Althea's body with any part of his, she'd tense, like her body said, each time, ooo, I don't like that, followed by a resigned, okay, I'm having sex, so... 

     They finally just had to stop. They were getting nowhere. 

     "Perhaps if we indulged in a little foreplay," Althea suggested. 

     I kind of thought that's what we were doing, Adam thought. Out loud, he said, "Would you like me to kiss you a little bit..." Adam touched her clit, so softly, with a fingertip. "...down there?"

​     "I...I guess." 

     Her face told Adam that, in fact, the notion kind of grossed her out, but Adam went ahead anyway. He gave the tip of her clit a quick kiss, then used his tongue to, ever so slightly, explore its edges. Althea gasped as if startled. She grasped his skull, but she didn't push him away. He tongue-massaged her clit until he figured she'd had enough, then stuck his tongue in her hole to slowly make circles inside her twat. She gripped his skull now because, oh yeah, she did like that. Adam kept it up until her gasps reached a certain level of excitement, then, 

      He slipped on a condom, then slid himself inside of her. 

     She raised her knees like maybe she'd seen that somewhere and figured that's what you're supposed to do. 

     She's at least five years older than I am, Adam thought. She couldn't possibly still be a virgin. 

     She had huge, brown breasts, but, because she was on her back, they now hung over the side of her body to pool under her armpits. He touched her nipples and kissed them, then kissed her mouth as he stroke, stroke. stroked until his penis seemed to almost take over to spurt on its own. 

​     They didn't look at each other after that but at the ceiling. 

     "Well, that was certainly an interesting experience," Althea said at last. 

     Adam, of course, thought of Angel. She'd moved out only the Tuesday before, and the emotional gash that left inside of Adam still throbbed as fiercely as the day it happened. Adam felt that maybe a little sex with a near stranger might help, but...damn it. Damn it! He felt he might actually start to cry, and how embarrassing would that be?  

     He peered out Althea's bedroom window while she showered. That whole end of the block was on fire, four or five houses, a couple of businesses, a gas station. The flames made the entire night sky as red as an apple.  

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