The sex in this story takes place between consenting adults. Although the start of this begins in high school, it wasn't until I was 19 when this story takes place.
In high school, I had a friend named Stacy who really had a thing for black guys. We hung out a lot and people routinely commented how we were such opposites. I was taller (5'6") and slender (barely weighing 100lbs) and she was less than 5 foot with a curvy solid build. I have always liked to dress ultra feminine in dresses and skirts, but Stacy was a practical girl in her jeans and button down shirts. Her brown hair was naturally wavy and cut blunt at her shoulders, while my red hair was straight and midway down my back. We were an odd match to be best friends and to this day I'm unsure what our connection was.
Outside of school, we had completely different circles of friends, so we hung out mostly at school and immediately after. At the end of grade ten, Stacy's boyfriend had gotten her pregnant; she didn't bother coming to school for grade eleven. When the baby was born I went over to her house a couple times to see her and her new baby boy. He had the distinct features of a black man's baby and all the cute features that go along with it. His curly hair, big brown eyes and the cutest little nose caught your eye immediately. I really intended to visit more often, but her baby daddy was always there and the way he stared at me the entire time I visited gave me the creeps.
By the time I was in grade 12, I hardly ever saw Stacy. Occasionally, I would run in to her at the shopping mall, but we really didn't have anything in common. She was a mom raising a two year old and I was a recent high school graduate. Not long after graduation I moved an hour away with my family. I didn't drive, so it was hard to get back and visit any of my friends regularly.
I went down to a flea market with my cousin close to my old neighbourhood. As we strolled around looking at all the craziness that a big flea market provides I heard a familiar voice, "Lynn?"
Turning quickly I saw my old friend Stacy. Her arms were already spread as wide as the smile on her face. Quickly throwing my arms around her I squeezed, "Oh my god Stacy! How have you been?"
"How long are you in town Lynn?" her eyes were wide with excitement.
"I'm just down for the day", I feigned a frown, but hers was genuine.
"I miss you! I want to hang out. Can't you stay?" her voice pleaded and I wanted nothing else but to stay and hang out.
My cousin's voice popped in, "if you want to stay Lynn, I'll come back and get you".
That had settled it; I was staying to catch up with Stacy.
We took the bus back to her house, and I was disappointed that her son was away with her mother. I was interested in seeing how he was turning out. We sat alone in her basement apartment drinking tea and gossiping about all that had passed since we last met.
"Are you seeing anyone?" Stacy gave me a coy grin.
"Nothing serious or worth discussing" the truth is I hadn't had a boyfriend in a couple months and was quite content for now.
"What about you? You're baby daddy still around?" I pried.
"Yes, Jarel and I are still together" she jokingly sneered and swatted at my arm.
We headed to the mall for a while and had dinner before returning to her place. As we approached the door to her basement suite, the distinct smell of marijuana entered my nostrils. Loud base music filtered its way through the door.
Turning to her with a puzzled look, "Party night?"
She laughed, "Nah, Jarel likes to listen to his music loud when the boys away."
Opening the door we walked down the stairs directly in to their small kitchen. Jarel was sitting at the kitchen table with two other black guys playing dominos. As Stacy walked up behind him and gave him a hug, he looked up at me and winked his acknowledgement of my presence. His friends immediately turned to look, and Stacy took the opportunity to introduce us all before they returned to their game.
Stacy got on her phone and called some more friends over, apparently it was going to be party night after all. With that she handed me a cooler to drink and opened one for herself before flopping down beside me.
Time seemed to fly and people were appearing every few minutes. They just walked in and made themselves comfortable. A layer of smoke hovered across their living room and in to the little kitchen. A combination of cigarettes and weed filled the air.
A couple of the new arrivals stood dancing in the middle of the living room. These two girls danced so sultry against their men and I couldn't take my eyes off them. This was definitely not my element.
"I'm going to call my cousin up and see how late she will pick me up" I was yelling in Stacy's ear
"You can stay here Lynn, my boys room is all yours" She was hollering back over the music.
I barely sat back down and a big hand grabbed mine, "where you going baby? I was waiting for you to dance with me." It was one of Jarel's friends that he was playing dominos with. His strong hand tugged me back to my feet and we began to dance. I felt so nervous as his hand danced its way across the thin material of my dress from my waist to the small of my back.
His big smile starred down at me from high above me. "This isn't your type of thing, is it?"
I smiled a relieved smile at his acknowledgment of my lack of comfort.
"Come with me", he guided me up the stairs and in to the backyard to the picnic table. The cool night air was refreshing to my lungs and my flesh.
As we sat on the table top he immediately produced a joint and lit it before handing it to me. I had tried pot before but it just wasn't really my thing. "It's really good shit" he said proudly.
Reluctantly I took a drag of the joint and we continued talking and smoking it until I my head was spinning. I was pretty happy about life and he was quite relieved I had finally relaxed. We headed back in to the house where he pulled me close to him we danced.
His hands pulled me tight to him and his leg worked its way between mine making me grind his leg occasionally.
"Are you ready for a drink?" he asked from high above me. I just nodded my consent.
He returned with a couple more coolers and sat on the couch patting his lap due to the lack of empty seats now. Just as I was about to sit he reached up and grabbed my hand.
"Spin that fine lil ass around for me baby girl" His smile beamed as he stared in to my eyes. I slowly spun myself around flirtatiously. The thin material of my pink sundress flowed through the air easily. Once I had completed my circle, I quickly sat on his lap.
"Happy now that everyone is looking at me?" I laughed a nervous laugh.
"You are fine baby girl...so fine." He stared in to my eyes seriously. All I could do was smile because I really didn't know what to say.
Once our coolers were gone, he guided me to my feet and started dancing with me again. His hands immediately grabbed low on my back pulling me to him. His big hand reached down and tilted my chin up to look at him. Immediately his lips met mine and I parted my lips letting him kiss me.
