The next morning Jordan and I had woken up. We talked to each other for a little about the great time we both had last night and how we were both also eager to see each other and have sex again.
We both got out of bed and put some clothes on. I then walked him out of my room and to the front door where my roommate Erica spotted me walking Jordan to the door and kissing him goodbye.
My roommate Erica was a typical blonde suburban girl who has probably never had sex other than the missionary position in her life and I could tell by the way she was looking at me that she was surprised to see me with a black man and I knew in her head she thought "I didn't know Natalia was into black guys" and I loved it. I loved the feeling of other people thinking I was "tainted", but Erica was nice and asked if I had a good time and I replied "yup" with a laugh.
I jumped in the shower and cleaned myself off. I was mesmerizing last night and thinking how hot I must have looked sucking and fucking a long black dick that my vagina had become wet. I then started rubbing my vagina until I came all of the shower floor.
I jumped out of the shower and checked my phone and I got a text message from Ashley.
"How was your night with Jordan?" She asked.
"Amazing! Now I understand why you only date black men" I texted back.
Ashley replied "You slept with him?"
"I couldn't resist lol" I replied.
"You little slut lol" she said.
Over the next half year things between Jordan and I never developed into a full relationship, but we did hook up every now and then.
After my first hook up with Jordan I had the luxury of experimenting with other black guys quite a few more times and I loved how each black guy fucked me. They fucked me so good I doubted if I'd ever sleep with a white guy again.
The white guys on campus had become intimidated to approach me because I had become known as the girl who only dated black guys. They probably felt that way because they probably thoughtI wasn't attracted to them. In fact I do like white guys, but I liked the feeling of them looking at me as "tainted" goods even more. Maybe I would settle for a white guy in the future, but for now I'm in a black guy phase and I'm enjoying it to the fullest.
The spring semester was over and I headed home for the summer. I was excited to be back home with my family, but it was going to be different because I wasn't a girl anymore, I was a woman.
I got in my car and drove home. My family had a nice Greek dinner to welcome my arrival even though I only went to school a half hour away.
After dinner I had the urge for a cigarette. My mother already knew I smoked, but my father who had never smoked and my siblings didn't know, but I am an adult now and a smoker as well. Therefore, my father will have to accept it.
I grabbed my purse and went onto the deck and asked my mother if she'll join. I pulled out my pack of Marlboro lights, pulled the white cigarette out, flickered my lighter, lit the cigarette and then blew the smoke deep into the air. My mother followed and did the same.
My mother said "Your father will not be happy" as she took a drag of her cigarette.
My father then came outside onto the deck seeing me smoke for the first time. "When did you start smoking?" He asked.
