My name is Kitty and I am telling you about my freshman year in college when I went through an awakening of sorts. The details may be a bit off since my memories of almost 20 years ago may not be perfectly accurate. In case you missed the first chapter, it described the first time I had sex with a black man. Needless to say, it was the best fuck I've had up to that point in my young life. I am 5'6" and weighed about 130 lbs back then with shoulder length dark brown hair. Mark was a senior, 6'2", played linebacker and had very dark skin with short hair. This chapter continues on from that point.
I was sore for several days after that night. It was certainly worth it though. The next week I had trouble concentrating in class. My mind kept wandering back to that incredible evening. The orgasms I had while being fucked were in a different league than those I experienced before from being eaten or while masturbating. I was getting hornier and hornier the more I thought about it. To make matters worse, I couldn't even masturbate with my roommate Maggie always being around.
I couldn't wait to see Mark again. Unfortunately, I didn't hear from him for several days. He finally called late thursday night to meet him for some coffee. He was already on his way to my dorm so I didn't have time to change. I just touched up my makeup before slipping on my boots, grabbing my handbag and headed out.
I was wearing a pink t-shirt, white bra, denim mini skirt, taupe pantyhose and ankle boots. Mark's face lit up with a wide smile when he saw me which sent a warm glow sweeping through me. He was dressed in a green polo shirt and khaki pants. We went to a campus coffee shop nearby and sat down after ordering. Mark started by apologizing for not calling sooner but he was very busy with classes, football practice, and workouts. As we talked, I noticed Mark taking glances through the glass table at my legs. It excited me knowing that I could command his attention like that. The more we talked the more time he spent looking at my legs. To see if I could embarass him a bit, I decided to call him on his staring at my legs.
"I guess you're a leg man, eh Mark?" I grinned at him.
"Huh, why do you say that?" he asked back, still staring down through the glass table.
"I just noticed how much you're staring at my legs." I replied. My response made him start laughing softly as he looked back up at me. "What's so funny?" I asked.
"Shit girl, it wasn't your legs I was staring at." he chuckled. I then looked down to see what he was staring at and noticed that my already short skirt had ridden up much higher when I sat down. I quickly reached down to pull the hem of my skirt back down to mid-thigh. "I guess my nasty girl doesn't bother with underwear." he teased.
I found myself all flushed with embarassment, "Pantyhose counts as underwear." Also feeling the need to defend myself, I continued " I just hate when panty lines show. Besides, this pair has a cotton gusset."
"Hey babe, I'm not complaining. It turns me on."
His comment put me back at ease though I still crossed my legs. "Well, the shows over." Feeling a little naughty I added, "for now."
"Damn, and I have an early class tomorrow." Mark responded with a big grin.
We continued talking for another hour before returning to my dorm. On the way back, Mark put his arm around me keeping me warm in the cooling night air. Upon arriving at the entrance of my dormitory, Mark spun me around and leaned down to kiss me. My arms reached up and welcomed him to me. I felt protected being engulfed by his large frame. He was a wonderful kisser, with soft full lips and firm pressure. I parted my lips inviting his probing tongue into my mouth. His large hands reached down and cupped both ass cheeks, pulling me closer. My body just melted into his as I felt my pussy start to moisten. He must have pulled my skirt up because I felt a cool breeze as his hands began squeezing my ass through my pantyhose. I was sure my excitement was being shared with Mark when I felt a firmness forming against my abdomen.
Suddenly remembering that we were still in public with only sheer pantyhose covering my exposed butt, I withdrew from our kiss and pulled my skirt back down. "Why don't you come up, Maggie went to the library to study and shouldn't be back for another hour at least."
We headed up to my dorm room and quietly slipped inside trying not to draw any attention. I didn't want to develop the reputation of dorm slut after all.
Once inside, I slipped off my boots and invited Mark to have a seat on my bed since my small dorm room didn't have much furniture. Mark sat down near the foot of the bed with his legs hanging off the side. After I turned on the radio, I sat down at the head of the bed swinging my legs to rest my feet on Mark's lap.
"Kitty, what are you doing?" Mark asked as I started rubbing my feet against his crotch.
"What do you think I'm doing?" I grinned back as I continued rubbing his groin.
"You know I have an early class tomorrow." he replied.
"I thought you wanted me to continue the show." I teased as I hiked up my skirt slowly, while me feet continued massaging his growing bulge in his pants. Mark's eyes were fixed on my rising skirt as his hands started stroking my legs along the silky hose. With my skirt hiked up around my hips, my hands reached down and started rubbing myself through the cotton gusset of my pantyhose.