This is the next chapter about my first year in college. It is based on my diary from almost 20 years ago. It obviously involves interracial sex so if this offends you, please do not read further. If you like my story, you can read my earlier chapters to get a better understanding of the events unfolding.
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I didn't hear from Mark or Brian for the next few days. Mark not calling was expected but not hearing from Brian was surprising. We've been talking on the phone almost every day the previous week. I focused on my studies trying to catch up with all my work that I've been neglecting because of my partying. By the time Thursday came around though, I was starting to get horny. My period just finished and I was looking forward to getting a good fucking. I still didn't know how to reach Mark so I called Brian instead.
He was rather cold during our short talk. It ended abruptly when he said that we shouldn't see each other anymore. Even though we weren't going steady, I was hurt and felt like I was just dumped. I spent most of that night and Friday during classes ruminating over why Brian broke it off. The more I thought about it though, the more I realized that deep down; I didn't really like Brian that much. It was probably better that we ended it earlier rather than later.
Accepting it though, didn't help my problem of being horny as a toad. I was still unable to reach Mark and was left with few options. Rather than fucking a total stranger, I decided to go to The Vault to see if I could hook up with Thomas again. He worked as a bouncer there and we had some fun last weekend (in chapter seven). Now that Brian and I were officially finished, there wasn't any reason why I couldn't see his brother Thomas. A small part of my subconscious probably relished the idea that fucking his brother would be an excellent way to get back at Brian.
After classes, I had an appointment with the salon. It was Halloween weekend and I was planning on dying my hair blonde as part of my costume. The mask I was going to wear only covered half my face and I thought it would make it harder for people to recognize me with a different hair colour. I would have preferred having it done the day of the party but Friday afternoon was the only time I could get at the salon.
Wanting to keep my hair colour change a surprise for the party, I brought some dinner to eat in my dorm room. Maggie my roommate would know of course, but I was trying to keep the number of people to see the new colour as low as possible. That left me the difficulty deciding on what to wear that night going to the club. I didn't want to wear my costume of course; I was saving that for the party Saturday night.
I finally decided to wear the same outfit that I wore two weeks ago at one of the after game parties. It was very provocative and I thought Thomas would like it. There also wouldn't be anyone from the party at the club so I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing me in the same outfit a couple weeks apart. It consisted of a semi-sheer black blouse and black lace teddy. I matched it with a flared black miniskirt, sheer to waist tan pantyhose and knee high boots.
One adjustment I made was because of Mark. He seemed to love tearing holes in my pantyhose ruining them after a single use. I recently bought a nylon body stocking which had a pre made opening in the crotch. That gave me the idea of cutting out the cotton gusset from a pair of pantyhose. Now because I don't like wearing panties with my pantyhose, I normally prefer to have the cotton gusset in place. For the times I go out on a date though, I could make do wearing the pantyhose with the gusset cut out. The lace teddy had a snap crotch which covered the opening anyway.
I covered myself up with a long coat before going out. Having called for a cab already, I went straight from my room and out to the cab without any detours. Luckily, I didn't run into any one I knew.
My plan was to meet Thomas, not party alone at the club, so I intentionally went very late. It was past midnight but there was still a long line up at the front of the club. Remembering what Thomas told me last week, I walked past the line amid a sea of angry glares. Even though it was a fairly cool October night, I left my coat open so I could tease Thomas with what I was wearing.
Thomas was at the entrance and I noticed him staring at me as I walked up to him. I watched his eyes as I approached and could tell that he wasn't looking at my face.
I greeted him with a simple "Hi Thomas."
His eyes finally moved up to my face where a look of surprise washed over him. "Kitty Cat? Wow, you look different."
"Do you like the new colour?" I asked as I whipped my hair about.
"Well, blondes do have more fun you know." he replied grinning.
Standing up on my toes, I leaned forward intentionally brushing my breasts against him as I whispered into his ear, "I'm counting on it." He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a bear hug as I continued whispering "I wanted to talk to you again."
"I have a break in an hour. It'll have to wait until then." Thomas answered. "You going to behave yourself while you're waiting?" he continued as he released me from his hug.
"Of course, I'm a good girl." I replied.
"Dressed like that? I don't think so." Thomas teased.
I playfully hit him in is arm as I said "Just for that, I'm going inside and leaving you out here in the cold."
"Don't have too much fun." he said as he ushered me inside.
The club was packed. As I waited in line at the coat check, I thought about how nice it was, knowing someone who worked at the club. With the line up outside, there was no way I would have gotten in even if I was 19, the legal drinking age in Ontario. After checking my coat, I worked my way through the crowd checking people out and drawing some attention to myself. Dressed like I was, I noticed a lot of guys taking second and third looks. Before I even finished one circuit, some guy started talking to me, offering me a drink.
Taking the drink, we began flirting with one another. I guess I shouldn't have accepted the drink since I was meeting Thomas later. My intention wasn't to lead him on and tease him but I was enjoying the attention so much I didn't think it through. After finishing my drink, we went out on the dance floor for awhile. The drink helped me relax but I wasn't intoxicated yet and I caught a lot of guys checking me out. I know that I'm not gorgeous, but I have a nice figure and I like to wear revealing clothes to show it off. The outfit I had on that night was especially provocative which drew even more attention.
We danced for several songs before taking a break. On the way off the dance floor, we were stopped by one of the bouncers. I recognized him as the one working the door last week when Maggie and I had trouble getting in. His name was John if I remember correctly. Thomas said that they didn't get along but that was actually quite an understatement. John was smaller than Thomas; about 6 feet tall but just as muscular if not more. His skin tone was darker too, almost as dark as Mark but not quite. He also had tattoos covering his arms but he didn't shave his head like Thomas did. His demeanour though made him even more intimidating than Thomas was.
John demanded that I show him some identification. The guy who I was dancing with must have been scared of John because he slinked away quietly. I sheepishly took my driver's licence out and handed it to John.
"I thought I recognized you from last week. The hair colour is different but I'm good with faces." John said loudly to overcome the music.
