My name is Nicole. I am a young Black woman living in Boston. Man, do I have a story to tell you. It's about the time I met the love of my life and was introduced to a whole new world. In life, sometimes things happen and you never see them coming. Since you're going to be hanging with me for some time, I think I should let you know who you're dealing with. I'm a caramel-skinned sister, standing five feet ten inches tall, with short black hair and pale green eyes. My eyes are naturally green, I get them from my father's side of the family. My father was biracial. Half Mexican and half Black. My mother was a jet-black African American beauty queen when they met and produced beautiful me. Since there are males reading this, and probably some jealous hussies, let me let you know the fine details of my physique. I got chest. I got face. I got ass. I've got a bubble butt, actually. The kind that makes the boys go crazy and drives the girls mad with jealousy. I've been called a dime piece and an ebony goddess by many a man. Since it's an accurate description of me, I don't bother correcting them.
Anyway, I live in Boston and I go to Suffolk University. I want to become a police officer someday. My father was a cop. My mother was a social worker. Being a civil servant is sort of in my blood, wouldn't you say? So, here I was at school when the whole thing began. I was in my accounting class when this fine-looking brother walked in. I mean, the boy was fine! He was around six-foot-two, dark-skinned, a bit hefty but pretty in the face. He was well-dressed and had a great smile. He had a football player's build and I loved that about him on the spot. By chance or by design, he sat in my row.
I smiled to myself. Maybe God was smiling down at me on this day. I looked at him and noticed that he was even cuter up close. I had to get his attention. I 'accidentally' let my pen fall and he picked it up for me. I smiled, thanked him and asked him his name. The brother's name was Stephen. He was a new student at Suffolk, straight from Georgia. I licked my lips. Since he was new in town, he probably didn't have a girlfriend. This was too easy.
The next time I ran into Stephen was at the school library, later that day. I didn't follow him, I swear. There he was, sitting at a table by himself, reading. There's something so sexy about a cute guy reading. Most cute guys I know aren't too bright. They get by on their looks, just like many dumb females I know. I could tell that Stephen didn't fit into that category. I approached him and greeted him. He smiled at me and pulled the chair for me. I usually pull my own chair and I don't expect anyone to do it for me but a nice gesture is always appreciated. So, we sat down and started talking. Stephen was reading Fundamentals of Criminal Justice. I was surprised. We were both in the same field. Stephen laughed and told me about his dream of one day becoming a police officer. I grinned, since it was my dream too. He went on, telling me about his life in Atlanta. I didn't really listen. I was too busy imagining that fine body of his in a dark police uniform. Man, officer Stephen would be welcome to strip search me any damn time! Heck, I'd probably fake being a criminal just to feel his manly hands on me. We talked for some time. So much that I almost ended up late for my next class, Psychology. I didn't really mind. Stephen was so cute and smart and easy to talk to. He seemed a bit shy but in a good way, you know. A cute guy who's a bit shy is a lot more appealing that a good-looking guy who is cocky. I've heard men say that good-looking women are often bitches. Well, good-looking guys with a lot of confidence can sometimes be jerks, too. It goes both ways.
When I went to my dorm that night, I did my homework real quick and then lay on my bed, thinking. Last year around this time, I was a senior at Randolph high school. I still lived with my dysfunctional family. Now, thank heavens, I was finally on my own. All my years of hard work in high school paid off. I was a young Black woman in a school full of rich white kids. It's only my brains which got me there. Maintaining a high GPA. Key to keeping the academic scholarship I had won. It's weird, you know.
All those years, I wanted to be on my own. I wanted to escape my abusive mother and my psychotic kid sister. They messed me up in so many ways. If you live in a house full of broads, you know how I feel. Maybe that's why I usually hang out with the guys. Men are a lot easier to deal with than women. Take it from me, a woman who knows. My thoughts wandered back to high school. All those years, all I wanted to do was escape from my nightmarish home. I wanted to see the world. I wanted to have a life. I didn't have time for dating. While other girls and boys went on dates, I spent many a night at home. The highlight of my day was playing basketball with my friends, Luke and Franklin. Unfortunately, neither of them ever saw me as more than a buddy. I went to sleep, dreaming of freedom and hope, and wondering if I would ever find a strong Black man to be by my side.
I went back to school the next day. It's tough out there, being surrounded by rich white kids all the time. Most of them didn't even have to work. I did. My scholarship provided me with free education and a place to stay in the dormitories but what would I do during the summer? I needed money if I wanted to get myself an apartment. I worked as a delivery girl for an adult Video store. Basically, I drove a truck full of porn videos, DVDs and adult magazines and even toys and accessories. It was fun. I've always been a bit kinky. I loved working alongside the guys at work. I'm the kind of girl who can be just one of the guys when she goes somewhere. Men can actually be themselves around me. I laugh at crude jokes, and I tell a few. Also, being the kind of girl who owns a porn collection also helps. The good thing about the job was that we sometimes got discounts on videos at various adult video stores. That was awesome. All I had to do was show them my work ID and I would only pay fifty percent of the regular price of any video and DVD. What can I say, I love my job!
Sometimes, I get really bored. This was my second semester at Suffolk. I had a lot to deal with. Five classes isn't an easy load, even when you're smart. I was a lonely girl, I can tell you that much. There were a lot of hunky guys on campus. Good-looking white, Hispanic and Asian males. Unfortunately, there weren't many Black guys and most of them had girlfriends. I don't have anything against men of all races, and I would definitely hook up with a white, Hispanic or Asian guy if he was cute, smart and knew how to treat me right. But my preference is for Black men. What can I say? I like the way they smell and taste!
