I guess you can say that I am a loner for the most part but that was by my choice. I never felt that I needed anyone to get me through my life. I had several boyfriends in high school and when I got to college I just met up with guys to get laid and no other strings attached. I did actually find myself falling for this older white guy that hung out at one of the college pubs because they drinks were cheap and so were the women.
Keith was 32 and I was 19 and I met him one night after leaving my dorm to just blow off steam and a really bad mood. I had submitted a report in my history class and my teacher told me that I could have done much better if I used "my brain". I thought that was cruel of him to say that I reported him to the dean's office. I don't mind being told that my work sucks but to imply that I didn't use my brain was by fair the most insulting remark I received on my work in a very long time.
I walked 3 blocks to the nearby pub just off campus. I was drinking scotch, straight or over ice and a lot of it since. I walked into the place and planted my fat white ass on the bar stool and ordered my first scotch of the night. I played music, I kept myself occupied until Keith showed up. He was older but kept himself in good shape and I knew he wasn't a college student. He sat next to me and his cologne smell like heaven. He was drinking beers and watching the basketball game on TV. Not big on basketball, I commented on the play and he asked me my name and told me that he thought my comment was very enlightening. I couldn't believe he talked to me and I was in my glory. I didn't feel the usual thought of flirting my way to free drinks and quick lay in the sack that night. I was take by him and that is rare for me.
We watched the game and drink and ate for hours. I didn't have a class the next day so I allowed myself to drink up a storm and I wasn't driving either. He offered to drive me back to my dorm after he took me for a ride around. I don't think either of us should have been driving but he did do better than I would have done. After we left the parking lot he pulled over and pulled me close and kissed me and I kissed back. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and then he slipped his in mine. We were kissing like 2 hungry bears that haven't had anything to eat in many days.
He stopped long enough to drive me to his apartment. I didn't know that's where I was until the morning I woke up. All I could remember was that we went into his apartment and he stripped me of my clothes and he took off all of his and I knelt underneath his cock which was really nice and had very little pubic hear and it wasn't because he shaved. I took his cock it my hands and started to jerk it and then lick it and then sucked him until he had a full erection.
He laid me across the bed, spread my legs until he could get in there and eat me out. His tongue was like magic and got me to the point of "cumming" and then he removed his head and with full force pushed his harden cock inside my pussy that was gushing with juices all over his cock.
When I got up in the morning I realized that I was in his apartment and he walked through the door with a tray of breakfast which included a huge cup of coffee, black the way I like it and some eggs and toast. I ate like I never ate in my life and then we made love again. I told him that I really liked him and he was into me too. Two months later I dropped out of school and moved in with Keith. All was great until he started to come home on Friday nights smelling like a whorehouse and I didn't like it. I commented on it and was slammed against the wall and slapped across the face. I grabbed my face and screamed until he told me to shut the fuck up.
