This, for the most part, is a true story.
I met Mary at a youth organization meeting. She was black, and I am white. We were both 18 and it was the summer before our senior years in high school. Mary was openly flirting with me and I was curious. I had always been interested in black girls and wanted to date one sometime during my life.
Mary was a classic black beauty, slightly on the heavy side with large breasts and ass. She was very pretty, with dark skin. Her personality impressed me; a good sense of humor and not at all shy. We talked that afternoon and exchanged phone numbers. Later, I learned from a friend that Mary was only interested in white guys, indeed, for some reason she only had white friends. He also told me that he had heard she was rather promiscuous. I had seen her around and knew that she hung out with a group of girls who were known as being "loose."
I called her the next night and we ended up talking on the phone until four in the morning. We talked about everything from music to sex. I couldn't believe how uninhibited she was. We were both relatively inexperienced virgins, didn't have a relationship going on, and very curious about why we were attracted to each other. Being a rather dorky guy I wondered why she might be interested in me. She said I was rugged looking and had a good body.
Mary went to an all white school in a neighboring suburb because her mother was afraid for her to go to an inner city school. She had many white friends and none of her own race. Mary was considered a good pal by many of the white boys she secretly desired at her high school, but none of them wanted to ask her out. As this was the late 70's, there was definitely a stigma attached to a white guy from that particular suburb dating a black girl. She asked me the same question, why I was attracted to her, and I said she just seemed like a good person to get to know, and her interest in me made me want to find out more. I also said that the sex discussions we were having was something totally new to me and very exciting. Mary told me about one of her friends who was really into giving guys blowjobs. That's all she wanted to do was see and suck cocks, the more the better. She even had a t-shirt made that said "I eat it all." What was I getting myself into. We made a date to play tennis.
Mary drove to my house with a couple of friends of hers and picked me up. Tom and Audrey, who were also white, were in the front and I got into the back with Mary. She wore a pair of very tiny cut-off blue jean shorts and a tight t-shirt. As we drove to the tennis courts she sat close to me and put her hand on my thigh. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I was 18 and extremely horny as most 18 year olds are.
Tom and Audrey were a very playful couple, and it was obvious they were in love. Audrey wore a pair of tight athletic shorts and a midriff shirt that tied in front. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the shirt showed off her beautiful breasts. We played on adjoining courts in the sun and 90 degree temperature. I found it hard to keep my eyes off of Audrey as she bounced around the court. Mary was also bouncing around and I was impressed at her athleticism.
At one point, we sat down on a bench to take a break. We were both sweating and her t-shirt was clinging to her back. I noticed that one of the clasps on her bra was undone and mentioned it to her. She asked me to fix it for her. I reached under her shirt and playfully re-hooked the bra back together. I was surprised at how casual she was about my touching her bra while I was embarrassed about helping her in this way. I was a tall, skinny, nerdy type kid and had never been to second base with a girl before so I was quite excited.
After an hour or so, Mary suggested we go back to her house to cool off. She said her mother wasn't home, and it would be a relief to be in the air conditioning. Mary took us upstairs to her room, which was a finished loft with a bedroom, bath, and TV room. As soon as we got inside, Mary locked the door and Tom and Audrey, giggling, went into the bedroom. The impression was that they had been there and done that before. Mary and I sat on the couch in the TV room and talked. She mentioned that she was tired. I said that I was too and suggested we take a nap. Mary lay down on the couch and put her head on my lap. As she lay down I could look down and see her body, her breasts pushing against her bra were visible through the tight t-shirt. Her pubic mound was also visible through her tight shorts. I quickly developed an erection. I was a little embarrassed, and quite uncomfortable, and told Mary that I wanted to put one of the couch pillows under her head. She asked why and I stammered something about my penis being trapped in my shorts and the weight of her head was hurting it. She repositioned her head a little and asked if that were better. I said yes when I was still out of my mind with the constriction in my shorts. We sat there a few minutes pretending to try and sleep and not acknowledging that Tom and Audrey were in the next room doing who knew what.
I got bold and gently rubbed my fingers over Mary's exposed belly asking if she was ticklish. She said she wasn't too ticklish there, but there were other areas on her body that were and I'd have to find them. I touched her knees and thighs trying to tickle her as she continued to keep her head in my lap. Trying not to be too noticeably sly and awkward, I tried to slide my hand into the waistband of her shorts to tickle her a little lower but told her they were too tight. She said that I could undo them. They were so tight it took me awhile to get the button undone. When they were open I zipped them down halfway and began to explore her lower abdomen with my right hand. Interestingly, when I touched the top of her panties she mentioned that they had a zipper. I had never heard of that before and asked if I could see. She said sure and I opened up her shorts a little more until I had a good look at a pair of fake blue denim panties with a little zipper right where zippers are supposed to be. I asked if the zipper worked and she said I could find out for myself. As I lowered the zipper her curly pubic hair came into view. I told her I thought her panties were really cool. Naturally, my curiosity running wild, I continued my first ever exploration of a pubic mound.