The first story of Dawn's interracial sexual encounter with a black man. Please be advised that is based of a true story. If you're new to the Dawn The Interracial series (The White BBW), this is 1 of 3 part of the series.
3:00 pm.
Dawn had quietly cleaned up her station at the local grocery store's bakery department. The tension of the usual Friday rush was finally a distant memory. The end of her shift was here.
Gathering her personal belongings out of her locker, she was tired but oddly enough energetic to go out that night.
She made it out to her large truck and climbed inside. And checked her phone and noticed the missed phone call and voicemail from her good friend, Rachel.
"Hey, it's me! Just wanted to let you know that my parents are going to be in Mexico this weekend. Throwing something together with a bunch of people from school. I would love if you came. Love you, bye!"
And just like that. Dawn had already begin to feel the rush of getting up and going out. She needed the hustle and flow of a good time.
That semester at Cal State Monterey was grueling that spring. Only more year and she would be done. But for now, Dawn would have a fun night with some good friends.
Her apartment was small but manageable. She locked the door behind her and headed to her bedroom. Undressing herself and looked at the full size mirror behind the door.
She knew that she could be intimidating to most guys. Being nearly six feet tall and a voluptuously large girl. Her nose was broad, eyes of hazel, and the color of her hair was auburn. The pair of breasts of hers were large enough to fill both hands and were heavy. Her stomach wasn't too large. Can't be said about her large hips that towered her extra large thighs. Her butt was enormous and round. Curvature ruled her body but a lot of guys were put off by her stature.
4:00 pm.
Dawn showered and dried her hair. Picked up her phone and gave Rachel a call.
"Hey, whatcha doing?" Rachel answered, excitedly.
"Just got out of the shower. What time should I roll over?" Dawn asked.
"I would say... 8 or 9-ish," she replied.
"Alright, I'll see ya there," said Dawn.
Dawn ended the call, turned on her television.
She glanced out side and noticed clouds rolling in. Hoping it wouldn't rain tonight.
She relaxed her head and gently fell asleep.
7:15 pm.
Dawn awoke to the sound of the television. It had grown dark outside. She rubbed her eyes and stood up, stretched. Turned off the tv and headed to her bedroom.
She opened her closet and began searching for her clothes she wanted to wear tonight.
Taking apart the hangers, she her picked out her black spaghetti strap tank top, a black skirt, and a black blouse. Dawn grabbed her white push up bra and a lacy white floral thong.
She put on together the ensemble. And some black heels with a red blossom patterns.
Admittedly, Dawn liked the way she looked. She knew she was confident enough to pull this outfit off.
She began putting on her make up. Dawn knew she didn't need to put it on too heavy. And as the final touch, she put her until a flattering ponytail.
She quickly began closing up her little apartment. And bounced out of her door to her truck.
8:30 pm.
She arrived at Rachel's parents and parked about two blocks down the street. Dawn put away her keys and personal belongings back into her handbag.
The night was breezy but overly windy. She loved the way the bushes and trees swayed back and forwards.
Dawn walked up to the walkway that led to the front door. And with some knocks, so could already hear the loud, hard bass rhythm of the music from the backyard.
It was a modest suburban house. Two story, clean driveway in front of the garage, and partially lit.
Rachel swung open the door to instant echoing of people laughing and talking.
"Hey! What up? Get in here!" Rachel said, loudly.
Dawn just smiled, hugged her friend, and made her way inside in the house. She looked around the front living room was dark and empty. She removed the strap of her handbag from her shoulder.
"Yo! Where do I put my bag?" Dawn asked, as she was following her to the back of the house.
Rachel pointed to a cabinet that was located at the beginning of the hall way that lead to kitchen. Which happened to be at the back of the house.
The kitchen was filled with a group of people. Mixed with folks she knew and some were strangers.
Dawn could see the back patio was covered with a slotted awning.
There was people dancing, drinking, and all of them had smiles. She knew this was going to be a fun party. One of these nights she knew was going to forget.
Rachel poured a shot of tequila into a shot glass and handed it to Dawn.
Accompanied by a lime wedge, the two raised their glasses. The clink of the two shot glasses was subtle. The young women bit the lime and tossed back the hard liquor.
The warmth spread throughout Dawn's chest. Followed by the tingle that purses a strong drink.
Dawn began to mingle with the people she knew from school. More and more partygoers were slowly trickling inside the house. While there was about a dozen or so, dancing in the back yard.
9:45 pm.
Dawn made her way to the back patio. She was eager to dance.
With her hard lemonade in her hand, she began to sway her hips to the hip hop beat. Twirling with elegance and keeping in rhythm with poignant expression.
One of her male friends from school, put his hands on her hips and began moving with him. He was so out of time but she didn't mind. Dawn just laughed.
For a quick moment, she noticed someone staring at her from a chair outside of the dance floor.
He was a large black man. Dark chocolate skin complected with a thick mustache. For a moment, their eyes connected.
The song had ended. Dawn needed a new drink and decided to meet Rachel back inside the kitchen. Dawn looked back over shoulder and noticed this man still starring intently at her.
Rachel was in the kitchen, being a hostess, pouring alcohol for anyone that wanted a drink. Dawn approached her.
"Hey, is that Chuck?" Dawn asked, while pointing in the direction of the backyard.
Rachel tilted her head up and peered outside. And her reaction was immediate.
"Oh yeah, got here a little bit ago," she said. And went back to making Dawn a drink.
Dawn knew of Chuck. His real name was Charles but everyone called him Big Chuck. He played for the local community college football team. He made for a name for himself as a great defensive tackle.
He was 6'4" and a protruding belly. Thick armed and flab chested with insane amount of strength hidden below. Wearing a white polo shirt that easily showed his rolls, matching with black jeans.
Dawn watched him casually sip his drink and looking at folks on the dance floor. His eyes were intense even menacing.
