This is the next chapter in this series about my early experiences with interracial sex. Once again, if this offends you, please do not read further. To get a more complete picture, please read the entire story line. It's been awhile since my last post, but I've been busy. Thanks again for the nice feedback and for those of you who especially enjoyed the stories, I will continue writing stories based on my life experiences as often as I can.
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I wanted to start by describing myself again to give the reader an idea what I look like. It was almost 20 years ago when I was 18 and in my first year at university. I'm 5'6" and back then I weighed just over 130 lbs. I didn't have a lot of natural beauty but with the right makeup, I can look pretty good. I did have a nice set of tits and long legs though. In fact I consider my legs to be one of my best features. Now I've never been athletic so as my weight suggests, I had a lot of curves to my body. I wasn't overweight but I wasn't a skinny model either. To be honest, I considered myself quite average in many ways. In order to compete with the prettier, skinnier girls in high school, I learned to highlight my best features, my tits and legs. I usually wore tight tops and short skirts. My high school had a uniform so I had to wear a white blouse, school jacket, tartan skirt, and tights or pantyhose every day. I made sure my blouse was a size too small so my tits pushed out more. And my skirt was rolled up so the hem was well above the knee. I didn't wear the uniform to university of course but I did still usually wear tight tops and short skirts. My medium brown hair was usually down to my shoulders, but yesterday I dyed it blonde and cut it into a short bob.
This continues from chapter nine, the very next day which happened to be Saturday, October 31st. This year, the annual college party would be a true Halloween party. The day started off normally enough but as you will read later, turned into something to remember. I often sleep in on the weekends but that day I didn't wake up until after 11 am. Friday was a very late and eventful night for me which explains why I slept in so long.
Maggie and I had been looking forward to going to the big party for several weeks. We both had our outfits all planned out. Maggie was going retro as a playboy bunny. She had the corset like outfit, the fluffy white cotton tail, fishnet pantyhose, high heel pumps, and of course the bunny ears.
My costume was my version of Cat Woman. I couldn't afford to buy a special body suit so I had to improvise. I was planning on wearing a black sheer nylon body stocking; sort of a one piece tank top/pantyhose combination. It was actually a type of lingerie as there was an opening in the crotch. Obviously, I couldn't wear just the body stocking; being sheer, everything would be visible. I had an old black dance leotard I was going to wear over the body stocking. It sort of looked like a one piece bathing suit but with sleeves. The leotard would prevent anything from being visible, including the open crotch, while the body stocking allowed me to go without bra or panties so there wouldn't be any lines showing. The finishing touches were black high heeled boots and a cat half mask with ears that covered my eyes and nose. The costume was skin tight and relatively revealing which was why I dyed my hair to make it difficult to guess my identity. I liked the attention I knew my outfit would garner but at the same time only wanted my close friends to know it was me to minimize the gossiping.
While I was showering that morning, I noticed that my lower back was still very sore. I hurt it while Thomas was fucking me in the laundry room the previous night. When I examined it later in the mirror I could see all the bruising caused by the edge of the washing machine. I didn't notice it as much last night because it took some time for the skin to become discoloured. I made a mental note to keep it covered up over the next few days to avoid any embarrassing questions.
During lunch, Maggie and I caught up on last night's events. I kept it to partying in the Vault, omitting the parts about John extorting a blow job from me and fucking Thomas in the dorm laundry room. Maggie was more interested in talking about her night anyway. She knew she had to give up the details since she used the red ribbon last night. The red ribbon was a sign we used to indicate that one of us wanted some privacy. We agreed that we could use it on a first come basis but only twice a month. Maggie proceeded to tell me about her night with Steven, her new boyfriend. I started listening intently but the talk about sex made me think about Mark and how much I missed his big black cock. It's been 10 days since he last fucked me and I was desperate to feel him inside me again. I continued to pretend that I was interested in Maggie's story but spent most of the time daydreaming about Mark.
I was very pleasantly surprised when Mark called late in the afternoon. He invited me to the football team's party. This week had a Halloween theme of course and most of the people would be in costume. I told him that it was too short notice since I had plans to go to another Halloween party already. He continued to sweet talk me into changing my mind. I explained that I promised Maggie that we would go to the college party but eventually agreed to go over to his party later in the night. Mark said that would be cool and to look for him to be dressed as the big bad wolf. His costume was very appropriate since Mark was a dog but I kept that thought to myself. I knew that he only wanted some sex but I missed him so much I was willing to accept any terms.
Once we finished dinner, Maggie and I started getting ready for the party. There's a lot of work that needs to be done for a girl to look her best. I am bit ashamed to say it took us almost two hours. The results, I think, were worth it. We both looked spectacular in our respective costumes. We covered up with long coats for the trip to the party.
From the moment we took off our coats, guys were staring at us. Most would look away when we caught them staring but a bold few kept looking. We circulated around to check out the crowd but also to show ourselves off. It didn't take long before some guys had put drinks in our hands. One was wearing a sheet as a toga while the other had green make up and ripped clothes. I guess he was supposed to be the Hulk. I found them as lame as their costumes but they were harmless enough. We talked and danced and they kept us supplied with drinks.
Maggie seemed to be having a blast, relishing all the attention she was getting. I was having fun too, but my mind kept thinking ahead to meeting Mark later that night. I found myself watching the clock trying to decide how long to stay before going to the football team's party. I think I stayed only two or three hours before my anticipation took control. I couldn't wait to see Mark any longer and told Maggie that I was going to leave. She of course wasn't ready to go so I told her to have fun and not worry about me.
Covering myself up with my coat, I left to go call a cab. The guys had pushed me to drink far more than I should have and I was already fairly drunk by the time I left. The cold October night air helped me focus on getting to the frat house safely.
It was after midnight by the time I arrived and the party was in full swing. Shedding my coat, I roamed around the house looking for Mark. Most of the crowd was in costume so I had trouble recognizing anyone. My outfit garnered a lot of attention, especially from the guys, but I don't think any one recognized me with my new blonde hair. I remembered that Mark said he would be dressed as the big bad wolf but I didn't see one during my first quick trip around the house. A pirate introduced himself as Black beard and offered me a screwdriver. Accepting his drink, I stopped and talked with him for awhile. It tasted like orange juice but left a slightly bitter taste in your mouth. Never having one before, I assumed that it was suppose to taste like that.
I've been thinking about Mark all evening long keeping me in an aroused state the entire time. I wasn't plastered but had enough alcohol at the other party to be a little drunk. I didn't want to waste any more time and couldn't wait to find him. Halfway through the screwdriver, I spotted a tall guy in a werewolf mask standing in the corner of the living room. Excusing myself from my pirate friend, I walked over to the werewolf. It wasn't a very imaginative costume. Basically it was a guy wearing a werewolf mask with a sweatshirt and jeans. It must have been Mark since he was the only thing resembling a wolf at the party. He was standing next to another tall guy in a Frankenstein monster costume and a shorter guy dressed like Dracula.
The half glass of the screwdriver seemed to really affect me. I didn't feel that much more intoxicated but a wave of euphoria crashed over me. Everyone seemed friendlier and I started thinking of everyone as an intimate friend. All my inhibitions seemed to just wash away.
With my mask and blonde hair, I didn't think Mark would recognize me. I decided to play with the werewolf and see how he reacted to my advances.
"Hi Wolf man, do you like what you see?" I asked as I thrust my chest out towards him.
"I sure do." he answered, his voice muffled by his mask.
I walked around him brushing my body up against his pretending to be a cat rubbing against someone's leg. I made sure my hand briefly brushed against his groin as I circled around him. When I came back around to the front, I turned to face him and pressed my body up against him. His friends just stared at me, enjoying the view.
"Does this little pussy cat have a name?" the werewolf asked. His hands moved to rest on my ass.
