I had heard about the club called Nightshade ever since I first started college. It was a well known interracial club. To be more specific, it was a club where white women and black guys went to hook up. There were a few black women who went there as well, but not many. For the most part, they resented the white girls and about once a week there was a cat fight because some girl was grooving with the wrong guy.
I had never dated a black man. I hadn't dated much at all in high school, and since I was only two months into my freshman year I'd only had a couple of dates in college. It wasn't that I didn't have the looks for it. I was reasonably attractive; 5'5" and 115 lbs with long red hair, jade green eyes and 34C breasts. I was shy by nature. I preferred a quiet evening with a good book to wild parties and drinking. Growing up, my parents were very strict. They made sure I always did my homework, studied hard, went to church, and avoided the wrong kind of friends. They would have freaked had I told them my roommate Karen was openly bisexual, was dating a black football player among others, and was one of the biggest sluts on campus.
One night Karen and Jerome, the football player, decided it was time to break me out of my shell. "Come on, Nikki," she said as she took the Fundamentals of Biology book from my hand, closed it and tossed it aside. "We're going to a club and you're coming with us."
I started to protest that I needed to study for a test, but it was a Friday night and the test wasn't until Tuesday. I let them talk me into it because it sounded like fun and I could use some fun. I made it clear I was NOT looking to hook up with anyone. I believed that sex was something that people in a loving, committed relationship shared. Karen assured me that all they were going to do was go dance, and I could dance with Jerome and her.
I really didn't have any club wear and Karen was NOT going to let me go in jeans and a T shirt. She loaned me a pair of black mesh stockings, a short black skirt and very racy black lace tank top. I have to admit. Standing there in front of the full length mirror in 4" heels, I looked pretty good. I couldn't wear a bra with the top, but it fit well. Karen and I had about the same build. Karen was blonde, a couple of inches shorter than I with steel blue eyes and a wild streak a mile long. She looked me over and said, "Nikki, you look good enough to eat."
I blushed. "Thanks, Karen," I said. I knew she meant it. He had let me know several times already that she wanted to give me my first girl on girl experience. I told her it was never going to happen. I was wrong, of course, but that came later.
I had black panties to go with the skirt but she insisted I wear hers. She said they matched the skirt better. Actually, I think they simply matched her plans better.
When we got to the club it was smoky, loud and packed. All three of us were under 21, but so was about half the club. Nobody cared and nobody carded us. The music had a good beat, but I was more of a classic rock girl. I had one drink and spent most of the next hour on the dance floor with Karen and Jerome. A number of guys danced around us, but I wasn't interested. Actually, I was kind of scared. I was totally out of my element. It was an unnerving but strangely erotic feeling.
When the music switched to one of the rare slow songs, I started to go back to my seat to let Karen and Jerome dance. As I started toward the table, someone took my hand and a deep voice asked, "May I have this dance?"
I turned to see who had stopped me. The voice belonged to a man who looked to be about a foot taller than me and who must have weighed at least 280 pounds. He was wearing a pair of jeans, Reebok tennis shoes, a sleeveless T shirt that was too small for his impressively muscled body and a disarming smile. His hair was cropped short, like he may have been in the military. He was probably ten years older than me. I started to refuse just because I always did, but I decided to dance with him anyway.
His name was Lee. He had been in the Army for six years, but he was now a foreman for a local construction company. I never asked him if he was married. It didn't matter. We were just dancing. Lee was an EXCELLENT dancer. He showed me some moves and we actually made a pretty good team. An hour later he was sitting at our table and we were all getting along like old friends. He made me feel good. He didn't use flattery, but he found many things to compliment me about. I was really having a good time.
Karen had to use the bathroom, and of course that meant it was time for me to go as well. When we were in our respective stalls, Karen informed me that she and Jerome were going to make a parking lot run, which meant that they were going to go have sex in the car. I told her to NOT leave me at the club. She assured me that she wouldn't. She was just in the mood and Jerome was "Brick hard." Before we left the bathroom, however, Karen demanded her panties back.
"They're mine, Nikki, and I want them," she said. "Besides. Your skirt covers everything anyway."
I protested of course, but saying no to Karen was not an easy task, especially when she had her mind made up. "Fine," I said as I reached under the skirt and slid them off. "But when you two get done, we're going."
I'm not sure what I was feeling, actually. I should have been mortified but I wasn't, and I wasn't altogether pissed off. The skirt DID cover everything, the club was dark, and I wasn't going to get on stage and impersonate the rockets. Besides, it felt kind of delightfully naughty. She stuffed the panties in her purse, gave me a quick hug and told me to relax and have fun. She'd be back in 10 minutes or so.
We went back to the table and finished our drinks. Then Karen and Jerome headed for the parking lot, and I went back to the dance floor with Lee. It felt strange dancing in the club without panties, but after the first couple of songs I started to enjoy the naughtiness of it. I did NOT let Lee know, of course. I felt comfortable with him. He had a gentle nature that put me at ease, and he was big enough that nobody tried to cut in or mess with us.
About a half hour went by with no sign of Karen or Jerome. Lee and I were on the dance floor in the middle of a slow song when he leaned in and kissed me. There were couples making out all over the dance floor so it wasn't like we were making a scene or anything. I hesitated at first, and then I figured what the hell. I kissed him back and we began to make out too. The whole scene was one big erotic turn on. I was living out most of my taboos. If my father had seen me at that club in the middle of the dance floor making out with an older black man who was probably married, he would have come unglued. However, I was 300 miles from home, I was 19, and I was having fun.
When the dance ended I told him we needed to go find out what was keeping Karen and Jerome. We walked out to the parking lot and looked for Jerome's car, which was not where he had parked it. How could they have just left me there after Karen had promised not to? Lee and I started to walk across the parking lot looking for Jerome's car. Lee reassured me that he would get me home safely. I knew he would so I wasn't scared, just a little pissed off. Well... more than a little.
When we walked past a grey Ford F-250 pickup, Lee turned me so my back was against it, pressed in close to me and kissed me. I slid my arms around him and kissed him back. I felt his hand on my thigh but it quickly slid higher, under my skirt. Before I could stop him, his hand was on my ass. So much for nobody knowing I wasn't wearing panties.
"Very nice," he said with a smile. He pulled his hand back and then slid his hands up under my top to caress my breasts. I normally would have slapped him, but tonight I made no effort to stop him. I looked into his eyes. I had never in my life done a one night stand, but tonight Lee was going to fuck me and I was going to let him. It wasn't love at first sight. It was a simple carnal attraction that overpowered my usual moral clarity. I was so worked up if I had panties they would have been soaked anyway, as Lee found out a moment later when he slid one of his thick fingers into me. There was no saying "No" now.
He opened the door to the truck and I got in. My head was swimming. Was I really going to have sex with a man I barely knew? He walked around to the driver's side and got in, then started the truck. He unfastened his pants and pulled out the longest, thickest dick I had ever seen. It lay there like a sleeping black python as he backed the truck out of the parking place and pulled out onto the street. Then without a word he reached over, put his hand behind my head and pulled me down to his lap.
Without taking time to think about what I was doing I gripped that thick shaft in my hand and put my mouth on his dick. I could taste the saltiness of his sweat and the faint taste of pre-cum. That taste got stronger as I continued to stroke and suck him. I wasn't paying the slightest attention to where we were going. I knew we weren't going to the dorms and I was pretty sure we weren't going to his place.
Lee reached over and pulled my skirt up with his right hand and began to work his finger into my pussy. It felt incredible. I hoped we were in the right hand lane so nobody would see me, but I kept my head down anyway. My jaw began to ache from being stretched over that thick cock. When we slowed down I started to rise up and look where we were at, but Lee put his hand over my head. I could tell we were pulling into some kind of parking lot.