Woman and the feminine mystic.

There are two Andrias...

The one I knew in high school was black.
She was not of African descent, but a mix of East Indian and Spanish.
I was attempting to put a basketball in a hoop, when Andria asked why I threw like a girl.
"Aren't you a girl?" I replied.

"Oh, Yeah." she replied and took the basketball from me and made a hoop.
Then she retrieved the basketball and passed it to me.
Andy laughed at me as I missed the hoop and Andria picked up the rebound and made another hoop.
"Do you play basketball?" she asked.

Andy laughed.
"We were and then you showed up." I replied angrily.
She took the basketball from me and bounced it around her legs.
"Do you like Girls?" she asked me.

"Yes." I replied noticing her lovely legs.
Andria passed me the basketball with two hands.
"Would you like to come over to my house?" she asked calmly.
I swallowed my Coca-Cola hard, "Yes."

Andy stayed in the park playing basketball.
She was only a few blocks away.
I thought she had a nice pink house with a nice privet hedge.
"I need a shower. You do too." she said and sprayed me with the hose.

I was sopping wet, and I liked it.
We entered the house through the metal basement' doors.
She took off her wet clothes and put them in the washing machine.
She stood naked before me, "Are you shy?"

I was staring at a black naked teenage girl.
I had a headache in my forehead...
Nevertheless, I removed my clothes and put them in the washing machine.
"Oh? You have chicken breasts. I see why you are shy." she gave a toothy smile.

"I don't care about that. You can be lumpy." she ran her hands over my chest and nether regions.
Andria and her family were from India and liked nudity and naughty bits.
I was completely under her control.
We found some bathrobes and made our way to her bedroom.

Andria had condoms...