It started out as a regular Saturday with all my schoolwork behind me and the football game to start in 6 hours. I wasn't a cheerleader but I was a member of the marching band. The cheerleaders would brag how they always could get a football player because they were pretty and they even showed more "skin" then any low-life band member. I prided myself on being in the band. I started playing in the forth grade and have been in the band ever since. I'm now in my sophomore year, majoring in music and also minoring in business. I have been an excellent musician since I started that won me many awards and trophies over the years including most dedicated band member my senior year. I was awarded a full scholarship because of my excellent grades and musical talents. I play in all sections of the band. In the brass section I play the cornet, in the woodwinds I play the oboe, and I play the snare drum in the percussion section. I play all in the concerts and have also made some extra money over the years tutoring others. I also play the piano and organ.
Several weeks ago, I was in the library and I was studying when in came some of the football players. Of course the girls all ooo and ahh when the see them and sometimes they swarm the guys and some eat it all up and some feel that it is a bother and rather just be left alone. I had several of them in my classes and I get along with them all. There is one in particular that I have liked since freshman year and even though he is shy, we talk and get along. This year I have him in two of my classes and he had asked me to explain a few things to him and thanked me for my help. He was one of the last to come into the library and he didn't head to the crowd of the other guys, he came to where I was sitting.
I was studying for our English exam and trying to figure out what to do for my extra credit. They said they would assign us each a partner and if we had any ideas who we wanted to have as our partner and our idea, the professor would be open to all ideas and suggestions.
I am a white girl with very light skin, strawberry blonde hair (my own), green eyes and some freckles on my face, shoulders, arms and chest. I had a few dates during my high school days, all with white boys but I always had a huge liking for black boys. I had two very close black male friends, but that's all they were. We have gone thru all of our school days together from pre-K thru grade 12. I didn't date my freshman year at college but did have a few dates with a guy during summer break. We ended it about a month before I went back to college as he found would rather be with his buddies than with me. I still had fun with my girlfriends as we went out often after work or on the weekends.
James was the football player that was approaching my table and he was black. He was so hot and so sexy. I never thought that I would ever be good enough for someone as him. He kept his hair cut short and even on occasion would shave it off. He had the darkest black skin and eyes, a smile that would melt an ice burg and had dimples in both of his cheeks. A few of the cheerleaders were always saying how good looking he was and always wondered what made him tick. As he came closer, he asked if he could sit with me and go over the English lessons and maybe help him with some pointers and I told him I would be more than happy to. He told me that he would pay any price I ask and I told him I don't charge for my help.
We opened our books and notebooks and I went over my notes and his and told James I would make a copy of my notes and highlight what I believe would probably be part of the test. He asked if I had a partner in the project yet and I said I didn't and he asked if we could be partners and he had a few ideas to throw out there. I told him I would be and we discussed and decided to do a mock school newspaper. It would discuss the school, students, teachers, sports and any activities. I thought that was a great idea and after studying we decided to take a few minutes to jot down some ideas for our paper and present it to the professor the next day.
During out studying, a few of the cheerleaders saw the other players and would walk to their tables and try to make time with them and some went has far as to to hanging all over them which some of them just loved. Two cheerleaders came up to our table and wanted to talk with James and he told them he was busy studying and asked them to please leave. One of the cheerleaders was black and commented that band girls don't put out and are boring company. His response to her was that I was not boring and he wasn't interested in who put out and who didn't. She and the white girl she was with gave me dirty looks and she left saying to him that he will see and he will be looking them up.