Big Ben: the beginnings
My parents left nothing for me other than their genes. Early life was rough and unstable as a black male in a predominantly white area, but I landed on solid ground with a wonderful adoptive family and started to learn.
In high school I dated the only black girl in school: it was strictly platonic, both of us following the religions that told us to wait for marriage. My 18th birthday party before senior year put my feet on the path of discovering that I was different. It was a pool party and due to a last-minute wardrobe malfunction my swim suit was unwearable, causing me to borrow a suit that was much too tight. I caught a few girls, and even a guy or two staring at what that suit outlined. I guess the chat about "Big Ben" started then.
Midway through senior year it seemed that I kept on bumping into Mary everywhere I went: Mary was in my orbit. Mary was older than me, maybe 19. She was a smart and funny blonde, but not a beauty queen in the looks department. Her body was okay, with a little extra weight and her face was plain. Mary's appearance fit her plain name. But Mary had goals. Mary wanted to know if the "rumors were true" and as she worked her way into my days, and part of my nights, she made it clear to me that she wanted to spend some time with me. I asked Mary on a date, and that was the beginning of my journey to destiny.
I picked Mary up on a Friday for a bite to eat, with the rest of the evening left open to options we'd decided to choose from during a nice Italian Meal. I noticed that Mary had done her makeup and hair different, and she was often gazing at me. Since the restaurant was near the water we decided to walk down to the beach and see what was happening. Small bonfires were atrracting groups of people, but Mary grabbed my hand and steered me to a wooded area off the side of the sand. We reached an area that was over the top of a dune and in a cluster of trees and brush. As I said, Mary had goals and had been around, but none of this was obvious to naive Ben at 18.
Turning to me, Mary looked up into my eyes and simply asked "Do you want me, Ben?" Naive me didn't know what that meant, but instead of opening my mouth and asking questions that would reveal my inexperience I stared back and slowly pulled her into my body, looking down into blue eyes that implplored me to kiss her hard and long. It was sudden and so different from my past girlfriend, because Mary just offered herself to me. I acted to take her offering. I felt my penis getting hard as we broke the kiss, and with her body pressed into me, Mary felt it too. As Mary lifted her lips back up for another kiss, her hands started roaming my back, working their way down to my butt. Once again we kissed passionately until she started moaning like a crazy girl. While we were kissing Mary put her hands on my butt and pulled toward her, making sure she confirmed that I was "Big Ben" as the locker room legends went.
