God, I miss the fun we had in college - the friends, the football games, the cheerleading and, of course, the football players. To be honest, I doubt there is anything better for a girl's ego than being a college cheerleader, except maybe being the "lust object" of a team full of big handsome men.
Being an attractive, petite, girl, who had spent years attending gymnastic and cheerleader competitions, I wasn't at all surprised to have landed a full scholarship to State College. What did surprise me was my first experience with a black man.
It all started during a math test during the first month of our freshman year. Stuck on a particularly difficult problem, I raised my hand and looked for the Proctor so that I could ask for some clarification. As I looked around, I noticed that Ty Johnson, our teams most celebrated running back was looking right at me and was licking his lips with a hungry look in his eye. Ty was gorgeous. He was a big man, with wide shoulders, a narrow waist and strong well-muscled arms. He was also black.
When he saw me he looked away, but I kept staring. He started to work on his test again, but as he did, he opened his legs. His tight fitting khakis fit well over his brawny thighs and I could easily see a pronounced bulge in his crotch. As I kept watching, he spread his legs wider, dropped his hand into his lap and slowly began to massage the bulge.
My pussy started getting wet, watching him caress his crotch with such an erotic, rhythmic motion. A smile shown upon his face as he looked over at me and licked his lips again.
He knew he was teasing me, and continued to rub his bulge. As I watched with rapt attention, the bulge began to grow until the front of his khakis was stretched up like a tent.
I hadn't even realized that I still had my hand raised until the Proctor came over to see what it was that I wanted. I was so flustered that I couldn't even remember what my question was any longer. Before I got back to work, I glanced over at Ty, who smiled and gave his tented crotch one more rub for my benefit.
After class that day, he caught up to me and asked if I wanted to get together after the football game. Though I had never even dated a black man before, and I was well aware of what his actual intentions were, I said yes, and told him I'd meet him outside of the team's locker room after the game.
At the game, I watched as he did his pre-game warm ups. As I admired him as he did his wind sprints and stretches, I couldn't help but start getting wet just from thinking about the feelings he had evoked during the math test.
Following the game, I went to the locker room and, after seeing every other team member leave, there was still no Ty. I thought he had stood me up. I hadn't realized just how much I was looking forward to being with him, until that moment. I'd had sex with numerous other guys in the past, but none of them had ever left me with a "wanting" like this before.
Finally giving up, I decided to head home. Not wanting to walk all the way around the stadium, I decided to take a short cut through what I had thought was an empty team locker room. I walked in and, as I passed a bank of lockers, there was Ty. When he saw me he flashed a big grin and said, "Damn, I knew it!"
"What are you doing here? I've been waiting outside for you for almost an hour," I pouted. "I thought you stood me up!"
"I've been sitting here waiting to see if you wanted to be with me enough to come lookin' for me," he said with an even bigger grin. He then stood, wrapped his strong arms around me and slide his hand under my top.
