The setting is in the Northeast US in the early 1990's. This story is true; however the names have been changed for obvious reasons. Please feel free to let me know your comments.
At that time I was tentatively seeing someone but actively pursuing other women. It was my final year in college and I intended to "hit" anyone even remotely attractive. I had been in exclusive relationships for the prior two years and felt I had earned the right to play around and have my fun in my final year.
I had met Lisa previously when she was dating a pseudo-friend. It was clear that she was his "trophy" and she did not have any better offers at the time. There was no true love involved and no real feelings on either side. At the time I gave her no further thought beyond the fact she had a tight body and if they ever broke up, I would have to see what the deal with her was. As it turns out they were not together at that time, he just hadn't told anyone that they were broken up (and never really gone further than just kissing). To hear him tell it, he had "hit it" but she wasn't that good… But I digress.
In the final 2 weeks of the semester, there were some serious parties as these were the final parties before everyone had to hit the books. It was winter, and everyone wanted to blow off some serious steam before hitting the books hard. I went with my roomie to a popular frat where the parties were always crazy, and we could get in for free. The rest of the crowd paid $5 a head unless they had a solid contact. As usual, we made our way in and proceeded to post up in the crowd. Being black in a nearly all white school was both easy and hard. The difficult part was dealing with overt and covert racism. The easy part was dealing with white girls who wanted to live out there fantasies, or simply covertly piss of their parents/boyfriends.
We had more ass than we knew what to do with at the time. It also helped that I was an intelligent and studious individual that ALSO played on a sports team, while the rest of the black kids were mostly there on athletic scholarships. So among the minorities, I was a minority myself.
Long story short, I end up chatting with Lisa as she is well on her way to drinking herself into a coma. Lisa was 18 ½ years old. 5'6" tall about 110 pounds. She was a small girl, small hands, short legs, etc. However, she had 32C breasts that seemed absolutely ENORMOUS on her small frame. She also had a VERY nice ass to go with her beautiful chest, as well as a very pleasant and innocent looking face. She had blonde hair and brown eyes with her hair being the texture of corn silk. She also had the required freckles that set off her "All American" look as well as being from the farmlands of New York. As she continued her drinking spree we talked and became closer than I thought possible, both physically and metaphorically.
She was weaving a little bit, but staring up at me the entire time with a drunken goofy grin on her face. While I had always hoped to get her in the sack, I had never considered it a real possibility. All of a sudden it dawned on my dumb ass that here she was throwing it at me like a Frisbee. I gave a quick look around to make sure none of my girlfriends' friends were in attendance and that I could slip off unnoticed. Sure enough, some of her friends were keeping a close watch on me and who I was talking to. So I sent Lisa outside and told her I would meet her outside in about 10 minutes (an old trick that has been used by many in the same situation).
I met Lisa outside and made it clear that we were going back to my dorm and I was planning to fuck the daylights out of her. The last thing I wanted was to get this young girl back to my room and have her flake out on me or even pass out on me. Though she was drunk, she was definitely in charge of her thoughts and actions and made it clear that I could do what I wished with her. That of course sent a charge through me as I surveyed her tight body ahead of me.