I was nineteen and preparing for the college phase of my life. I almost never willingly got up early for studying or exercise, but going to sleep early was worth it for a morning masturbation. I'd still never had a boyfriend, and had only been lightly kissed on the lips once for a dare. My lack of experience with boys in that way never bothered me while I was in high school. I guess I didn't worry about it because I believed I would find someone eventually.
I was using erotica for my sexual experiences at the time. My arousal naturally steered me toward stories of girls who had boyfriends or husbands but would play around with other men at the same time. Initially I was disgusted, or at least I told myself I had to be because I knew what my parents would think. Yet I kept returning to these stories. Eventually it led to stories of white couples being dominated by black men. It was a kind of secret excitement I enjoyed, walking around in public with this image of being an innocent white girl, but at home I was masturbating to fantasies of a big black cock ruining me.
That morning I was naked in bed, the sun's light hardly a whisper through the window. My legs were spread and my hips were raised as I worked on brining myself to climax. My eyes were closed tight as I imagined in as much detail as possible a big black cock being offered to my little white pussy. One finger readied me to be stretched. I wanted it so bad. Two fingers. "ah, ah, ah, mmm.." My moans were breaking up the silence of my room. I could feel how tight I was and that fueled my fantasy of hearing my black lover praise me. I would proudly wrap my white teen pussy around his black cock, constricting his python, conveying my desire for his cum. I would do all of this while my submissive white husband watched. I was rubbing my clit like crazy. My orgasm was coming fast!
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and before I could answer, it started to open. I had half succeeded in covering myself. "Sarah? OH! Oooohh, were you masturbating?" She spoke in that tone like I was in trouble. My sister and I were close, so once I realized it was her and not one of my parents, I relaxed and dropped my cover.
"Oh hush. Get in here and close the door." I stood up and went to my closet to grab the day's clothes. The cool air against my wet mound and thighs was a reminder of the orgasm that I'd just been robbed of. "Damn it, Chloe, you could've waited for an answer before barging in. Now I've got blue balls." We both laughed at that. "So what's up?"
"Sorry! I assumed you'd be asleep like you normally are at this hour. I just wanted to catch you before the day started and see if my big sister would give me a ride to school." Chloe was eighteen, but she was still a senior in high school, and our parents had only promised each of us a car when we had graduated.
"Of course I will." We haven't always agreed on things, but we've always been able to prioritize treating each other with love. Honestly, I would have driven her to school every day if she had asked. There's never a dull moment with her. I couldn't have asked for a better sister. "I feel like we haven't gone out for anything fun in a while. Wanna do something after school?" I had my towel wrapped around me as I moved to the bedroom door.
"Yes! Let's get mom and dad in on it too. We can go out to eat, or maybe see a movie, or both!" My little sister happily skipped out of my room.
I took a little longer in the shower that morning. That detachable shower head was the best.
As we drove to school, Chloe brought up the topic of boys. "You really never felt anything for any boys? Even if I haven't always acted on the feelings, I think it's hard not to have crushes."
"Hmm, well I could think some were cute enough or whatever, but I definitely never had any real feelings for them. And if that was the case, I didn't see the point in pretending we could have a real relationship. I don't know how to explain it except to say I can see high school is just not the time or place to be looking for that. I'm more open to that now that I'm going to college."
"Sarah, I'm honestly so glad you're that way. You know Aaron broke up with me over summer break. I thought I'd be devastated, and I guess I was for a little bit, but following your example has made things a lot easier. Thank you."
"Oh my goodness, gonna make me all emotional over here." We shared a laugh. "I'm happy to set a good example for you. Just focus on your life and let the boy stuff happen whenever it may. There's no need to rush to anything."
"Yeah, you're right. Boys are so much trouble anyway! As long as I don't end up a forty-year-old virgin, I think I'm okay with not chasing anything. I'm just saying it
would
be nice if it happened sooner rather than later."
I chuckled at that, sharing in the feeling. "Yeah, I'm with you on that one."
Boyfriends... it's not like I couldn't have had one. There was certainly plenty of interest. I know I'm attractive, and I have a good sense of humor, and I'm always making good grades. But the thought of a boyfriend was strange to my young mind. I had built up a kind of ego that told me I enjoyed being the untouched attractive girl who simply had no interest in immature boys. In reality, I was just too scared and insecure to bring myself to talk to any boys. I had already started working on shedding that ego so I could have a real chance at a healthy relationship as an adult.
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I had graduated high school with a clear vision of what I wanted for my future. I always had a talent in art, and that exploded when I dabbled in 3D art. If there was freedom in drawing, I didn't know what to call 3D art, but it brought me pure joy. This is what I would do for my life. It was harder work than I thought trying to find the right college. Sure there were many that would support my goals, but to find that perfect one was not easy. My parents insisted that the closer to home I would be, the better. If they had their way entirely, I would just continue living with them through college. I thought maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Taking a break from the college hunting, I pulled my car into a drive-thru. "Hello and welcome to Fast Food! What can we get started for you?" I wondered if he looked as good as his voice sounded.
"Hi, I'd like a number four, please. Make it a medium with Root Beer. That'll be all."
"Alllright, we'll have your total at the window."